Do you have to see it?
Huai Zong hesitated to move his steps: I didn't see it on purpose, I originally wanted to read the book, but I accidentally saw it when I flipped through it.She handed over the painting slowly, a little afraid to look into Xiao Xing's eyes, as if she was shy.Xiao Xing took the painting casually, at first she was still smiling, her eyes moved down, and her face suddenly turned red!
Together with the delicate white hand, he couldn't suppress the trembling and the lines on the portrait were smooth and delicate, which showed the intention of the person holding the pen.The beauty is slightly open in a thin shirt, lying on the couch on her side, her delicate posture is clear at a glance, the eyebrows, the eyes, the rolling white snow-capped mountains, the thin willow waist, the straight and slender jade legs, and even every toe are portrayed vividly.Flattering, bewildering.But is the point is whether the penmanship is superb or not?
The point is that the person who painted the portrait is her.In those years, when Huai Indulgence made her angry, she didn't use paintings to bury people, but she never thought that the person who was called a clean gentleman by the entire literary world would hide in the study and secretly draw such an explicit picture of spring sleep.She looked and looked to make sure she hadn't wronged anyone.This is Huaizong's study, and the portrait is in the same vein as Huaizong's brushwork, that is to say, Huaizong carried her behind her back, and did he have those thoughts about her?
How does this teach her to be good?
If she faced the wandering Chunhou, she could still pat the portrait on her face, but there was an innocent child standing in front of her.Is it good-looking?
She asked.Huai Zong nodded, and then shook his head, honestly afraid.Seeing that the tips of her ears were red, Xiao Xing quietly put the portrait into the painting tube, and her lips moved slightly: Ah Zong, how old are you?
Seven years old.Seven years old?
Xiao Xing was stunned: Wasn't it only five years old yesterday?
Yes, but I'm seven years old today.When it comes to opening her eyes and talking nonsense, Xiao Xing is far inferior to Huai Zong, thinking that men and women are seven years old, even if Huai Zong is a woman, but Fang Cai has been holding this painting for a long time, she can't help but be annoyed: In the future, you are not allowed to look at these things again!
After speaking, thinking that this painting was still painted by the person in front of him, Xiao Xing's face was red for a while, and he walked straight out of the study with the painting tube.Once Huai Zong was broken, she really sighed loudly, trying her best to shake away the inappropriate thoughts in her mind, and instead remembered another thing.Yesterday Ah Zong said that she was five years old, but today she is seven years old, what is the difference between seven and five years old, thinking back to the difference between Huaizong in the past two days, Xiao Xing finally realized that maybe Huaizong was not lying.At the age of seven, Huai Zong, who practiced literature and martial arts, taught people with a staggering degree of diligence.And seven years old is also the age when you should be shy.Does that mean that there is hope for Huaizong's recovery?
With this in mind, he woke up the next day, looking at the person who slowly opened his eyes beside him, Xiao Xing's throat itched slightly, and he asked nervously and restrainedly: Ah Zong, how old are you today?
Huai Zong hadn't completely broken free from the sleepiness, her eyes were empty, she raised her hand and yawned, and the tears soaked in the tail of her eyes, she thought about it carefully: nine years old.Crawled out of the brocade quilt, and before leaving, she casually covered the quilt for Xiao Xing: You can sleep again.There is more deliberate calmness in the timbre.Xiao Xing's breath stagnated, and he wanted to call her to stop, but he shut up.Five, seven, and nine years old, Ah Zong is getting better day by day, so she can't slack off.Thinking of what she had to do today, she suddenly felt that the road ahead was bright.Things seemed easier than she expected.On the ninth day of the eighth month, the lord of Tanglin County invited the great Confucian Jingyi to go to the Shizilou for a banquet.On that day, Suzaku Street turned against the seniors in front of everyone, and now the city is full of wind and rain, and the accusations are becoming more and more intense.The literary world exploded, and the circle of powerful and famous people was also very lively.There are those who wave the flag for their predecessors, and there are also people who are upset with this young couple.Although the attitude of the county lord of Tanglin is arrogant, there is a sentence that is not wrong, on relatives and sparseness, the county lord is the righteous Mrs.
Hou.As the wife of Marquis Mingmei, she didn't say anything, but her predecessors said that Hou Ye was possessed by demons, which sounded like nonsense.Even if Rin Chunhou is really not as good as before, even if he is disfigured, even if he can't lift a pen, the county lord is willing to believe that he is sick, why do the seniors still stab him in the heart?
The evil theory is menacing, some people add fuel to the fire, and some people suppress it with iron and blood, and this giant who stands tall in the literary world has been affected by some influence while stirring up the feelings of the masses.Sooner or later, the Hou Mansion and this great Confucian will have a fight.Things in the literary world can't be simpler, but they can't be explained in two or three pages.The rumors are terrifying, the three of them become tigers, boiling, there are all who say anything, there are people who believe in everything, and everyone wants to wait for a black and white distinction.After all, it was the century-old Mansion of the Marquis of Rinchun, and it was the supreme existence that carried the soul of the Luan Army!
How can it be confused with demons?
Some people argued, and some people refuted it, until Xiao Xing invited people to the banquet with a golden post, and under the attention of everyone, Jing was tired of retreating.So Jing Wei came generously.In front of the Shizi Building, it was overcrowded.The banquet of the literati, the verbal and written criticism, is not a Hongmen banquet, it is better than a Hongmen banquet.Walking out of the soft sedan chair, Xiao Xing took Huai Zong's hand and said softly: Are you afraid?
Huai Zong was dressed in a moon-white robe, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and clean, and her breath was calm, thinking that she had made psychological preparations for today's banquet in advance, she grinned at Xiao Xing: Don't be afraid.The willow leaf red marks on her cheeks were inexplicably bright because of her smile, and at first glance, the white jade was flawed, which taught people to regret it.Rin Chunhou is young and frivolous, everyone loves her free and easy, casual and uninhibited, writes good poetry, and is also handsome, in the past, just looking at that face could eat two more bowls of rice, and now it is a pity that the immortals who are high above have fallen into the mortal dust.The more handsome she was born, the more eye-catching the willow leaf red mark became.The meticulous work mixed in the crowd suddenly raised his voice and shouted: Kill Huaizong!
Punish demons!
A sudden exclamation was like splashing a drop of water in a pan of oil, crackling and crackling.Xiao Xing snorted coldly, and was about to speak, Huai Zong beside her let go of her hand, boldly walked towards the chaotic crowd, and said steadily: People say that I am a demon, just because I have an extra red mark on my face?
Do you say I'm a demon because I can't write a beautiful chapter that shocks the world?
Why do you call me a demon?
I am the heir of the Huai family, my mother personally taught me to be loyal and patriotic, I tell you the truth, I am not a demon, the real demon is hidden in the heart of the bad person.Do not let anyone take advantage of you.She didn't speak loudly, and the moment she spoke, more people fell silent.There was no anger in her words, let alone unwillingness, it was an absolutely calm relief.She doesn't care about being called a demon, she cares about people who don't know the truth being deceived.This thought crossed the hearts of the people, and looking at those clear and clear eyes, those vicious words could no longer be spoken.They believe in the Great Confucian Jingyi, but they also trust the Marquis of Rinchun very much.A hundred years of Hou Mansion, the town of the country in spring, just like the Lord Xiao asked on the street, the blood of the Huai family is not enough to teach people to accumulate virtue?
Seeing that these people were appeased, Huai Zong smiled, and that smile, the indescribable Sven elegance, made people subconsciously ignore the mark on her face: I believe Ah Xing, don't worry, okay?
With a gentle and gentle voice, with a strange charm that attracts people to goodness, Xiao Xing, who is not far away, looks at Huai Zong, who is walking towards her step by step, and has honor.This is the person she loves, even if she has not fully grown up, even if she has the mind of only nine years old, she will not run away, no matter how afraid she is, she will face the difficulties.Huai Zong walked to her side, held Xiao Xing's hand again, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: Ah Xing, I just said that, how about it?
Her hands were sweaty, and her palms were soaked in layers of coldness, Xiao Xing was not disgusted, but very happy.This feeling is like witnessing Huaizong's growth again, and she has accompanied her firmly over the years, and it is still the case today.Ah Zong performed very well.Next, it's up to me.Xiao Xing took out a brocade and wiped her knuckles a little bit, her eyes were smiling, and the beauty that was revealed in an instant made Shizilou quickly calm down.At the beginning of the banquet, Xiao Xing raised his glass, and Jing Yan, who was elegant and had a Confucian bearing, also raised his glass.The so-called high morality and respect are all good reputations and good popularity accumulated in the literary world for ten years.I am tired of this person, when he was young, he was amazingly talented, and when he entered middle age, he was more committed to cultivating rookies, he was taught without class, respected and praised by everyone, but he looked down on fame and fortune, had no desires and no desires, like a saint who did not have weaknesses.But such a saint almost forced them to jump into the pit and never climb out again.Da Rujing was disgusted and calm, and his eyes carried the usual kindness: Lord Xiao, you are a royal county lord in vain, but you don't know people clearly, the country has demons, and turmoil will be born.Rin Chunhou is talented, but he has no choice but to be jealous of the talent and the demon to take advantage of the loophole.The person in front of him, one can't write, the other can't be martial, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is stupid, the old man is not afraid of the powerful and willing to speak out for the literary world, if you say that she is not a demon, it may prove one or two?
Huai Zong held the wine glass and casually pressed Xiao Xing's hand, she smiled: The old man is too unpleasant to speak, who is stupid?
Do you think I'm stupid?
She shook her wine glass slowly: Ah Xing is right, I'm just sick, which of you here hasn't been sick?
There was a low whisper in Shizilou.There is always a good day to get sick, but what about you?
Jing Yan raised an arc of cold mockery: Don't deceive the world anymore!
You don't believe because you're unheard, but there are people who do.Huai Zong held the wine glass and refused to drink, she was afraid that she would be drunk and would not see the scene of Ah Xing beating the water dog.Thinking away, she put down the wine cup: Ah Xing, this old man is stubborn, you come.Xiao Xing nodded, with a beautiful face and a gentle voice, the words he said were like a fatal blow to people!
Who is it that deceives the world?
Jing is tired, Jing senior, the illegitimate son of the Jing family abandoned by the Xun country, set foot in Luan at the age of sixteen, and has worshiped twelve famous teachers, the lord of this county only asks you, you read the sage book, which king is served?
After the initial surprise, Jing Yan calmly raised his head and drank a glass of wine: The story of Xiao Jun's editor-in-chief is not exciting enough.Wonderful?
Compared to the predecessors, they lived a wonderful life.Xiao Xing raised his hand, and the long scroll spread along the ground: In the third year of Qingyan, you assassinated the grain and grass officials at the border gate, and burned the grain and grass before the war.In the fourth year of Qingyan, you cultivated your cronies to do those flies and dogs.In the sixth year of Qingyan, the largest gold cave in Luancheng was built, and 30,000 taels of silver were transported for Xun every year.In the eighth year of Qingyan, you arranged for the fine work to be mixed into various prefectures and search for secrets!
In the twelfth year of Qingyan, the thirty-two members of the Yang family were destroyed, and the city defense map was stolen!
In the sixteenth year of Qingyan, every word was bloody, and it was difficult to write.All the human and physical evidence that could prove the facts were smashed down, causing people's hearts to sink and their limbs to tremble.The most respected and respected Confucian, in front of all kinds of masquerade, is like a mountain of ironclad evidence!
If it weren't for the coincidence, it would have taken some time for Qidaoshan to collect this evidence.Xiao Xing's eyelids lifted slightly: Do you have anything to say from your predecessors?
At this juncture, in the face of the disgust and accusations of the Chinese people, Jing Wei can still maintain the same good cultivation as before: The old man is very surprised, I am about to forget many of these things, how do you know?
Maybe the sky is going to kill you.Xiao Xing didn't plan to implicate Qidaoshan, she chuckled: It's hard for the seniors to be as stable as Mount Tai, don't you plan to say the accomplices behind the scenes?
Say how, what if you don't?
If you become a king or lose, if you lose, you lose.A smile flashed in Jing Yan's eyes: When the old man first saw you five years ago, he admired you very much, except for the Marquis Huaizong of Rinchun, the old man admired you the most in Luanguo.The more I appreciate you, the more I want to get rid of you, the young seedlings will grow strongly, and sooner or later they will become towering trees, and the eight hundred elite soldiers spent in the West Mountain have not been able to kill you.You have a banquet today, I think about nothing more than a small fight, a female doll, how much wind and waves can be turned over if you have the ability?
As it turns out, I'm underestimating you young people.yes, you're old.Am I really old?
Jing Yan's eyes were cloudy, but at this time, he shed a tear: You are right, I am Xun Guojing's family, but I haven't seen the scenery of Lian Alcohol Mountain blooming overnight for decades.I want to go back, even if I just take a look at my homeland, my old people, and I will never see them again in this life.Huai Zong's pupils shrank sharply, and he shot the case: he wants to kill himself, stop him!
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Unfortunately, it was already late.The hilt of the knife sank into the flesh, and he did not leave any room for it.The bloody air drifted away with the wind, and the Shizilou was silent.The tall body that stood in the literary world and was looked up to by countless people fell in a pool of blood, and many people couldn't understand, isn't it good to be a great Confucian?
Even if it is a Xun country, he is already a figure standing at the top of the tower who is respected in Luan country, why do he have to desperately return to his homeland?
People said that if they didn't, it would be gone, and in the end, it was Jing Wei Gao's disciple who collected the body for the Venerable Master under great pressure.A generation of writers, after his death, ended up being cursed by 10,000 people, why bother?
As soon as Jing Yi died, the forces behind him were uprooted, and Xiao Xing directly sent out the secret report from the investigation, and ended up with nothing to do.Witnessing the beginning and end of the matter, he is lying lazily on the roof at the moment.The sun shone on her, thinking of the picture of Xiao Xing scolding everyone in front of Huai Zong that day, thinking of her often firm and affectionate eyes, Huan Du pillowed his arms and muttered: There is really true love in the world.The witch of the Xiandong clan has avoided love all her life, and she originally planned to watch a good show of flying separately when a catastrophe came, but she didn't expect the two of them to perform a drama that would never give up.Huai Zong was willing to suffer a backlash for Xiao Xing back then, and in the face of Huai Zong, who had nothing, Xiao Xing was willing to guard her for the rest of her life.What else is there to say?
The two of them had given the best answer.Huan broke his toes and fled into the distance.The sunlight was mild, and while Xiao Xing was bathing, Huai Zong held the cat in the yard to bask in the sun.Two days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the temperament on his body has changed dramatically again.If it was said that it was calm that was barely controlled by pretending, it was a strong self-confidence from the heart at that time.She was plainly dressed, with red lips and white teeth, like the brightest light in heaven and earth.Hi, Huai Zong.The man appeared silently and fell from mid-air, Huai Zong's eyes were shining, and when he saw her, he couldn't help but mock: Huan Du, you are sick.Say whatever you want.Huan Jue held a small blue pill in his palm: For your pity, how about I help you fulfill a wish?
If he hadn't known that his skills were not in his heyday, Huai Zong would have punched him a long time ago.Sixteen-year-old Huai Zong, unruly and casual, already has the city government of adulthood.She tugged at the corners of her lips: Aren't you hurting me?
And what to do?
See this little blue pill yet?
This is the secret medicine for childbirth, eat it to ensure that your wishes come true.Excuse me, I'm afraid of being poisoned.Huan Jue laughed evilly: This is up to you.Feed!
What exactly are you giving me to eat?
Huan Duel?
Stop!
Zong, what are you shouting?
After Xiao Xing took a bath, he walked over in a moon-white dress, and Huai Zong looked loveless: Huan Jue just drugged me again while I was unprepared.