Suddenly, a high-pitched roar suppressed the boiling pot of porridge.
Everyone felt a buzzing in their eardrums, and when they looked up, they saw a woman standing on the three steps.
The woman wore a long skirt and a veiled hat. Everyone had noticed her approaching before, but most of them didn't care. Looking up from the bottom to the top, they suddenly noticed the beautiful curves of this woman!
The exquisite and full body line is the most able to withstand the pickiness of the angle. Looking from the bottom up, the ups and downs of the figure make people's eyes follow the waves and jump up and down a few times.
Almost immediately, most of the crowd fell silent, the men were astonished, and the women were astonished.
Jing Hengbo waved Yu Chun away, and walked down the steps gracefully. He tapped his finger on the forehead of the young man in front.
"The shopkeeper is me, I'm out, how about it?"
The boy stared blankly at her, and suddenly blushed.
"I set the rules. I am the shopkeeper and I have the final say." Jing Hengbo pushed away a big man in front of him again, "What are you teaching me? Spray my face with saliva? Hey, have you not showered for a few days?"
The big man backed away subconsciously, and hurried to sniff his armpits.
"Smash me to death with money!" Jing Hengbo stood in the group of guards, with his head held high and his chest out, "Smash it! Hurry up and smash it! If you have the ability to smash down my portrait gallery, then act aggressively!"
Everyone stared at the turbulent moment, and even forgot what they said just now.
"Why do you block people?" Jing Hengbo dragged the people who took pictures, all of them were old men who were tightly guarded by their family members.
"Here," Jing Hengbo pointed to a white-haired old man, "the captain of the Ministry of Fushui. He was a hero in his youth. It is said that one man saved a city. Tens of millions of people in the Ministry of Fushui saved their lives. Ji, such a person is not worthy to be in front of you?"
The crowd backed away, the old man sighed, as if he didn't expect anyone to remember his past, silently bowed to Jing Heng.
Jing Hengbo smiled, turned around, and pointed at an old man with a steely face.
"This, Yushi Taiyuanzheng, the boss Sima who has been honest and honest all his life. You should have heard the name," she said, "The boss has never feared power all his life, is upright, honest, honest and loyal. When he was in power, he impeached corrupt officials. Thousands of people, offended countless powerful people, three sons were revenged by the enemy and died, and he was imprisoned three times, just went to the execution ground to be beheaded and was kept under the knife twice! The ups and downs of a life are enough to write a story of resistance Book. Such a person is not worthy to be in front of you?"
The old man burst into tears, bowed deeply to Jing Hengbo, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't praise the girl, but because there are still people who remember the old man's dog that died tragically..."
Jing Hengbo bowed slightly, and pointed at the third person. The old man turned his head and looked at her, without distinguishing between emotions and anger, as if he was waiting to hear what she had to say.
"The great sage, Qu Ti." Jing Hengbo said, "He used to be the minister of rites. He served as the supervisor of the National Academy of Sciences for 30 years. When he was in power, he was humble and introspective, and he helped the backward. He has peaches and plums all over the world, and most of the five divisions belong to him. Disciple, half of the people present have to call him teacher, right? The other half have to call him Shizu, Taishizu?"
The crowd fell silent, and some people started to back away.
"Such a person doesn't deserve to be in front of you?"
The commotion in the crowd subsided, and the third old man with no expression on his face suddenly put his head in front of Jing Hengbo, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this old man is still thinking, but this old man is not as brilliant as the first two. If you talk too much about your deeds, I don’t intend to give you face. I didn’t expect you to lift this old man out as a shield... Hehe."
"Hey." Jing Hengbo whispered, "Who says you have no achievements? It's just that I know you are always a noble person, and I don't like people's flattery, so I have to sacrifice you as a shield. Look at your posture, help me go one?"
Qu Ti couldn't help but smile, "That old fellow Chang Fang always said that Her Majesty the Queen is extremely intelligent and absolutely extraordinary. I still don't believe it. Now, looking at it, it's obvious that she is a fox who has practiced Taoism for thousands of years... According to the old man, you are very wise today. This conversation, and even the few of us, were arranged early, right?"
"You are old and wise." Jing Hengbo's voice was even lower, "I have been reciting your heroic deeds for half a night. Those polite sentences are exhausting!"
Qu Ti smiled, and said: "It is said that the queen is ignorant! Why did the old man say that she suddenly spoke out today! I just don't know what your majesty is doing today?"
"You are always sensible, but you still can't see it?" Jing Hengbo smiled like a fox.
Qu Ti glanced at her and smiled slightly.
Who says the queen is useless?
Who said that the queen has no power, trapped in the shackles of the wild power and desire, unable to move at all?
In fact, she never gave up fighting for her own rights!
Moreover, she has a vicious vision and a clear mind. The Fushui Department, the Yushitai, and the sages are the three forces in the current Dahuang court who have a neutral attitude towards the queen and can win over.
A portrait, a tool for ordinary people to make money, can also be used by her to buy people's hearts. Portraits are still a trivial matter. Taking advantage of the matter of portraits, I took the opportunity to show favor to the neutral faction, without leaving a trace and just scratching an itch.
amazing.
These old guys who have long been pure and ascetic cannot be tempted by rich and beautiful women. Only respect and affirmation are what they pursue diligently at the expense of everything in their lives.
It seems like a trivial matter today, but so many people have held those two on the altar, let them see their own prestige and popular support, and let them know that there are still people in the world who deeply remember their sacrifice and greatness back then, and they will definitely give birth to "If a bosom friend is like this, this life will not be in vain," sighed.
It is calculated that the three portraits on the first day will cause disturbances. This is a deliberate arrangement to promote the situation.
Those who are good at taking advantage of the situation will be bright, and those who are good at taking advantage of the situation will win.
Qu Ti smiled, feeling that Chang Fang's old eyes were quite bright sometimes.
After Jing Hengbo finished his three-sentence question, the crowd retreated quite a bit.
You can disrespect heroes, you can disrespect gentlemen, but you can't disrespect teachers.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to gain a foothold in Dige's upper class society.
"I'm sorry to trouble the elders." Jing Hengbo bowed like a ceremonial bow, "Don't bother with these brats, this way please."
The three old men stroked their beards and nodded, and walked into the crowd under the **** of their family members. Jing Hengbo watched them off with a smile, while Tie Xingze stood beside her and said, "Do you want someone to **** you? There are too many people. If the old people stumble falling..."
Jing Hengbo's eyes jumped, and when he looked up, he suddenly found commotion in front of him.
The commotion started from the entrance of the alley in front, and there were people crowded there, most of the people watching the excitement, suddenly someone screamed: "Snake! Snake!" Then some people jumped and fled, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic.
There was chaos outside, and the people inside couldn't figure out the situation, so it was also chaos. Suddenly, some people rushed in, some squeezed out, and the crowds were like black waves, and the old men who were about to go out in the center of the crowd also looked up and down. .
Jing Hengbo suddenly discovered that there was a small cluster of waves going upstream against the current! Straight towards the three old men in the middle of the crowd!
"careful!"
Before she finished speaking, her figure had disappeared, and in a flash she had already rushed to the old captain of Futiebu, grabbing his hand and pulling him hard.
"Chi." There was a slight sound, and a stream of blood splashed like coral under the sun.
"Oh my god, it hurts so much!" Naturally, only Jing Hengbo could utter the undisguised cry of pain.
After the crowd fell silent, Qi Qi looked at Jing Hengbo. She had arrived at the center of the crowd at some point, standing in front of a few old guys. She was shaking her arms, and the clothes on her arms had been torn, revealing a bright red wound.
The old captain of the Futie Department next to her was not as embarrassed as her, and was staring at her with a slight frown. The shirt on the old man's chest was also torn, and there was a faint trace of blood oozing out, but it was not as much as Jing Hengbo's.
It became hasty, many people didn't understand what happened at all, and more people squeezed over to see clearly. Jing Hengbo held his arm, looked around on tiptoe, vaguely saw someone squeezed out quickly, wanted to chase but was squeezed by the crowd, couldn't help feeling pain and irritability, stretched his legs and kicked, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Nima, how can I find a murderer if you are so crowded!"
"What are you doing!" The Taiwei's family guards, who had been pushed aside just now and didn't see the situation clearly, squeezed over at this moment. They were shocked when they saw the wound on the old man's chest, and turned around and grabbed Jing Hengbo, "Yes It wasn't you who suddenly rushed over to hurt someone! Was it you!"
Some aristocratic children who didn't know the situation, their dissatisfaction hadn't receded before, saw the excitement at this moment, and hurried to squeeze in, "Murder! The female owner of the portrait gallery has killed!"
"Get out of the way! Don't be rude!" Yu Chun Tie Xingze also hastily pushed aside the crowd and arrived.
More people on the periphery began to clamor, "Queen! Queen!"
Jing Hengbo was startled.
It was only when I turned around that I realized that the veil had fallen off when I rushed over.
At the moment, there are more and more ordinary people watching the excitement outside. This place is close to Liulifang. Many people have seen her in the last Liulifang incident. She is naturally glamorous and always attracts the crowd. Everyone has recognized it.
"Queen! Queen!" More people rushed over, waving their arms excitedly.
The officials and nobles in the inner circle were stunned, and turned to look at her one after another. Some people had recognized her, but most of them did not show the excitement and joy of the common people. she.
Seeing that something was wrong, Yu Chun and Tie Xingze stood beside her.
The people were keenly aware of the strange hostility of the officials, and became even more angry. A large group of people rushed in, and the sound of shouting and shouting resounded throughout the West Gefang.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"Why are you crowding in front of the queen!"
"What do you want to do to the queen? With us here, we will not obey!"
"We don't follow!"
The officials found that there were more and more people, and they were all squeezed inside. Their faces changed color, and the crowd in the inner layer began to shrink back. After hearing the news, the guards of each family rushed over and stood in a row in front of the master, forming a gap between the crowd of people. The confrontation between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.
At this time, the situation of the crowd was strange, Jing Hengbo and a few old ministers were at the bottom, then the officials and nobles living nearby, and then the common people came from outside the alley. The common people were excited, the officials were silent, and Jing Hengbo was thinking.
She felt very strange at the moment.
This is the first time she has faced the two classes of officials and common people directly in a certain turmoil, and at the same time saw the two levels of attitudes of officials and common people towards her.
As walking on poles, she is trembling in the center.
Is this situation good or bad? Once the incomparable support of the people and the taboo and rejection of officials have intensified to a certain extent, what will be the consequences?
She turned to look at the old captain of the floating water department with puzzled eyes.
Why not clarify?
Is it really seeing a large-scale bloodshed?
…
"Your Majesty's portrait gallery opens today." Meng Hu was reporting to Gong Yin.
Gong Yin was reading the brochure at the table, and only nodded to show that he knew. Beside him, Er Gouzi was eating fried rice, and Feifei was graciously helping him turn over the paper.
Jing Hengbo's three-minute hotness, often dislikes Er Gouzi for being too noisy, Feifei for being too deceptive, and the two getting together for various fights, making her always stick to animal and bird feathers, which affects her image, so she goes out Often refused to carry. At this time, the two always feel lonely, always fighting and bored, so they sneaked to Jingting's side together to harass them. Er Gouzi likes the fried rice here, but Feifei likes Gong Yin's study corridor and even the bedroom—wherever he is, it can feel a familiar, strange and comfortable cool breath, which makes it linger on. Yin's bedroom won't allow it to enter, and Feifei doesn't care, it hangs on the door of the bedroom to sleep, and it's good to show the door to God Gong.
If Jing Hengbo knew, he would have to pinch his fingers and curse for a long time—people are more angry than others, she wants Feifei to sleep at her door, this little monster has never been willing to do so!
Gong Yin didn't respond to the arrival of these two, as if he didn't see them. He would accept them if they pleased him, and he would never reject anyone who fanned the pages of the book, even if the fanning lost the bird's feathers, turning the book made him feel angry, he didn't seem to see or smell it.
No reaction is the best reaction, the two judge the situation very carefully - on Gong Yin's side, they have never fought.
"Your Majesty has whetted the appetite of all the ministers in the West Gefang. There were people queuing up a day earlier, but His Majesty said that there will only be three paintings. His subordinates are a little worried that there will be too many people, and troubles will arise if their demands are not met."
Gong Yin nodded her finger, and Feifei immediately turned over a book.
"She just wants to make trouble." He said lightly.
Meng Hu didn't understand, but he was smart enough not to ask, and continued to report, "The portrait person chosen by His Majesty is..."
"You don't have to tell me about this."
Menghu shut up. Blinking at the master whose city is deeper than the sea.
Then let her do it.
As for the result, it doesn't matter.
If he had worried about her safety from the beginning and bound her hands and feet, then the immature phoenix would never be able to fly into the sky again.
At that time, there will be a group of beasts around, who will protect her?
"There are too many people." Meng Hu was worried, "Those officials who are usually high and high, have to blame the Queen for this shame."
"They will like her if they don't eat this shit? As long as she refuses to be honest and obedient, they won't like her no matter what you do. It's better to do what you want." Gong Yin said, "She sees this more clearly than you."
"I'm afraid they have a large number of people... so many guards from various families, Yu Chun may not be able to bear it..."
"She has people." Gong Yin calmly motioned Feifei to turn the page, "After today, she should be able to see the hostility of others more clearly, and also see clearly where her real support is."
Meng Hu was about to step back, since the master knew everything, he didn't need to worry too much.
"Did she take down my portrait?" Gong Yin asked suddenly.
"Your Majesty has given way..." Meng Hu was about to answer when suddenly he felt that there was a wind blowing outside, at the same time Gong Yin suddenly tilted his head.
Started stopped her claws, blinked her big eyes slowly, and jumped out lightly.
Er Gouzi is still eating fried rice foolishly.
"Understood." Gong Yin turned his head and looked as usual, "Go down. It's a bit cold, close the window for me."
Meng Hu blinked knowingly, and closed the window.
"Click." With a sound, the flower branches outside swayed slightly.
Feifei jumped back nimbly, blinked at Gong Yin, and sat on the lintel.
Gong Yin lowered his head and continued to read the scriptures, and ordered: "Light up the lamp."
Someone answered outside the door, and after a while, a guard walked in slowly, holding an oil lamp in his hand, the light was dim yellow, illuminating his face indistinctly.
Gong Yin didn't raise his head, but concentrated on reading the brochure. Under the pale yellow light, his clothes were like snow, his black hair was like satin, and his eyelashes were as thick and black as feathers.
The guard walked slowly, as if holding his breath.
"There's smoke, put it far away." Gong Yin ordered casually without even looking at him.
The guard responded, put the lamp on the lamp stand beside him, and moved the lamp stand a little farther graciously. After moving, he stood beside Gong Yin, as if he was very busy picking up the lamp that was blown by the wind on the ground. A dead leaf that rose up.
When he was picking up the leaves, his eyes fell under the table, from Gong Yin's legs to his waist to his neck, and then he paused for a moment at his profile half covered by his long hair before slowly standing up.
"You are blocking my light." Gong Yin said suddenly, "Stand away."
He hastily responded, and stood forward, this time he was closer to Gong Yin, behind him.
Gong Yin's attention was always on the folded book, and he couldn't stop marking it. The guard stood on tiptoe, looked up at his neck, and watched Gong Yin write carefully. Spinning around, he focused on his icy shell-like nails.
His breathing became short of breath, he tried hard to hold it, subconsciously twisted and pinched his palms, swayed his body slightly, stared at Gong Yin's back, and moved forward little by little.
"Looks good?" Gong Yin said suddenly.
He looked up in a daze.
With a sound of "crash", the folds on the table suddenly flew up, crackling and flying randomly, and the golden red hard leather shell slapped in the air and circled back and forth, like a big formation, blocking all his paths.
The "Guard" laughed, not nervous, and said loudly: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you!" With a strange turn of his figure, he had already escaped from the overwhelming Zhezi formation, and when he got behind Gong Yin, his five fingers shone like claws, grabbing at Gong Yin Shoulders, "Then come with me!"
"Squeak." With a sharp sound, his fingers slid across a piece of ice, splashing countless shards of ice, and with a flash of snow, Gong Yin was already behind him and kicked him in the back, "Bang. "He knocked down on the table with a sound, and the pen, ink and inkstone fell to the ground with a ping-pong.
"So ruthless!" He still laughed loudly, before Gong Yin kicked over for the second time, he slid forward like a snake and slid out from the table. Gong Yin's kick didn't seem to have any effect on him, the speed was too fast to see clearly.
"Crack." The snow shadow filled the sky with a loud crack, and the snow chain that Gong Yin shot hit the table and the ground heavily, forming a groove full of ice crystals about a foot long on the hard white stone ground!
If there were still people in that position, even the bones would have been shattered at this moment!
The man slid out with lightning, turned his head in mid-air, his eyes also revealed a look of shock, and said in surprise: "She didn't lie to me, you really..."
Gong Yin raised his fingers, and the chains of snow shadows whizzed up, washing away the wind and snow chain light that filled the room. Before the man had time to speak, he twisted his body and ran away desperately. Three feet out, with a "snap", the guy's godlike speed couldn't escape completely, and a piece of flesh the size of a finger splashed out on his back immediately!
That guy let out a scream, and rushed forward with all his might, his lightness kung fu was incomparable, and he was about to escape in a blink of an eye, when suddenly a furry thing fell down on the lintel.
The guy only saw a pair of huge dark purple round eyes, blinking slowly in front of him.
Then he was horrified to find that his speed suddenly slowed down!
The threshold is close at hand, but far away.
"Hiss." The strong wind whistled behind him, and one could imagine the determination and ruthlessness of the shooter.
He sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and didn't dare to think about the tragic scene of his own bones being split in half in a split second.
This way of dying...is it considered to be a ghost if you die under the peony flower?
I should have believed her earlier...
The thought flashed by, the cold air froze his body, his slow consciousness suddenly froze, and he realized that something was wrong.
Why did the wind suddenly stop?
But the sharp and piercing murderous aura behind him is still there.
Something cold penetrated into his neck, and then gently and delicately, domineeringly and calmly, turned him over.
He saw for the first time pointing at his throat, the specially shaped snow chains shone with silver light.
At the second glance, I saw the bloodless, but very stable hand holding the chain.
Looking all the way along the sleeves, and finally bumped into a pair of quiet and cold eyes, like snow mountains of thousands of years.
For thousands of years, the snow-capped mountains have never melted, the sky has been washed away for thousands of years, the Tianchi Lake is as clear as jade for thousands of years, and the wind for thousands of years has inexhaustible brilliance.
The so-called skin is better than snow, and the eyebrows are picturesque. Before such an aggressive temperament, it seems to be a little too smoky.
Tianqi took a breath very slowly.
"I thought that painting was the ultimate, but it turned out to be only one of the ten." He murmured, "When you see a beauty in the morning, you can die in the evening!"
Gong Yin didn't seem to hear this obviously tasteless words.
He has been outstanding since he was a child, and the folk customs in the wilderness are also weird. He has met all kinds of people and heard all kinds of strange things. The thing in front of him can make him stop, of course it is not because of his special behavior.
"name."
"Forsaken by God."
"He Fang Ren's family."
"Commercial country."
"Teacher."
"Without a teacher, you can learn amazing skills in the mountains and wilds."
Asked indifferently, answered honestly. Before there is force, there is no room for cunning.
"Have you seen my portrait?"
"The most correct thing in my life is to come to meet people after seeing your portrait."
"You don't think so when you're dead."
"I admit, I'm arrogant." Tian Qi sighed, "But I don't think I will change my opinion."
"It seems wild and cautious, like crazy and wise. It has a strange and persistent temperament, and is good at hiding body shape, being good at light work, good at responding to emergencies, and good at internal skills." Gong Yin's tone seemed to be commenting on a piece of fat and thin of pork.
"With just three tricks, you can draw so many conclusions." Tian Qi looked around, "To be able to ascend to such a high position in white clothes, the name of the Great Master is well-deserved." He looked at Gong Yin with admiration, "But I think your looks are better than your talents. I really don't understand why the outside world doesn't know about it."
"If you know who I am, you should have heard of it. I'm not a soft-hearted person." Gong Yin didn't seem to hear his last sentence.
Tian Qi's expression became very strange.
"what would you like?"
With a flick of Gong Yin's finger, a snow-colored pill shot out, Tianqi's jaw felt sore, and he opened his mouth helplessly.
The pill entered his stomach, and he felt a chill, and he shivered Lingling.
Gong Yin took back the chain and sat back on his seat. His white figure sitting quietly in the chair looked vague and tired in the gloomy room.
"If you don't want to die, protect someone," he said.
Tianqi's expression became even weirder.
"You made this decision as soon as you confirmed my temperament and martial arts." He said, "Why?"
"The danger may never come, but we must be prepared for it." After a long silence, his tone was light.
"Do it, with all your might, your whole life."
…
Tianqi leaped over the wall without startling the flowers and leaves.
He knew that countless guards in Jingting were watching him at this moment, if he moved slightly, he would die miserably.
There was no fear in his heart, but there was a strange flow of emotion.
When he crossed the high wall, he turned his head and glanced at Jingting, and there was a faint white shadow standing quietly through the many blue shadows.
He couldn't help but think of that red figure dancing like fire and laughing lazily in another courtyard.
Two hearts know each other, and today we finally see each other.
He walked through the wind, leaving behind a soft exclamation.
"After today..."
"...Finally believe in feelings again."