Chapter 293 Xiaojiu doesn't know how high the sky is
In the past, Ying Zhefeng was the most skilled among the princes, and even the sons of the military generals in Beijing had never beaten him. Unexpectedly, he stumbled in Wanzhou today and was defeated by an unknown boy.
He was not reconciled, he brushed the dust off his butt, and made a fighting posture again. "Come again!"
"If you lose, you lose. What's the point of stalking?" A calm voice came, "Next time you use your fist to speak, estimate whether you will meet a bigger fist!"
Ying Zhefeng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sword eyebrows and followed the prestige, and saw a face engraved into the soul. "you you!"
"This is Tongzhi Wanzhou, Master Zheyu, the chairman of the main committee of this golf tournament." Qiu Yaji, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, shouted.
"Same knowledge!" Ying Zhefeng didn't take it seriously, compared his little fingernails, "Sesame big official."
Zhe Yu glanced over, his gaze was like lightning. Very well, the grievances and grievances of Dongli Villa can be settled together. "Shinichi, Xiaojiu doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, you teach him how to be a human being with your fists."
Xiao Jiu? All around are the sound of long inhalation.
May I ask, who has the guts to call the current Ninth Prince "Xiao Jiu"? But Zhe Yu called so naturally.
"Did you call your Highness's name casually?" It was a student from Ganming Academy who spoke.
Zhe Yu's eyes flickered, and he asked: "If you don't call him Xiao Jiu, what's your name? He doesn't have a prince, and he doesn't have an official as a sidekick. Should I call him Ying Zhefeng?"
The student was speechless.
Ying Zhefeng clenched his fists bitterly.
"Zhe Yu!" Shen Liqing, disguised as a man, stood in front of Ying Zhefeng, "The Nine Kings are just competing with Nanyuan King's subordinates, don't take offense."
Zhe Yu greeted Yi Zhaoxian and King Nanyuan respectively, "King Nanyuan was shocked. My Dayan is a state of etiquette. Although I practice martial arts, I don't use martial arts to subdue people. Unless there are provocateurs, I will beat him. Dean Yi, do you think so?"
Yi Zhaoxian let out a dry cough. He has been in the officialdom for a long time, and he has a thorough understanding of people and things, but this one in front of him, he can't figure it out. Moreover, the current attitude of His Majesty and the Queen Mother is not easy to draw a conclusion. "That's right! It's really hot in Wanzhou, we've wasted time here, everyone, let's enter the city quickly."
Nanyuan Wang Baizhan looked at Zheyu with burning eyes. If it is true that this is the husband-in-law of his lost daughter, as his son said in his letter, then he is really a godsend.
This bearing, this appearance, are all excellent and beyond reproach.
"Zhe Yu..." He considered the title for a while, and finally suppressed his excitement, "My lord, Wanzhou Fanhui, to educate outstanding people, it is a blessing for me to see you today."
Zhe Yu sensed his enthusiasm, remembered that Shi Shi went to the meeting with Prince Bai alone, and regained his expression. "The king of Nanyuan is too famous, let's enter the city."
The two teams went to each side and entered the city one after another.
At this time, Wanzhou City is full of pre-match atmosphere. The streets are wide and tidy, with flags and sails fluttering on both sides of the road, and the letters "welcome students from academies from all over the world" and "show the level and style of the competition".
After going deeper, it began to change its appearance.
"Going up every step of the way I wish the students of Kunming College all the best. Go up every step of the way and reach the peak every step of the way."
Obviously, BBK is a shoe store.
"Caijuyuan wishes the students of Qianming Academy to overcome all difficulties. Wearing wealth and gathering resources, it is more timely to win laurels in life." Below is a picture of a crown. Yi Zhaoxian knew that this was a time-honored hat shop in Yanjing, and it was hard to imagine... selling hats at the Wanzhou competition.
Along the way, most of the firms in Yan and Song Dynasties.
After a rough count, there are more than a hundred companies.
These people blinked, indicating that they did not understand.
Wanzhou is so advanced, it is not at the same level as them.
However, when they arrived at the post station, they saw the vendors on both sides, and everyone showed the same expressions as the Song people.
After eating the working meal provided by the posthouse and receiving the souvenirs from the volunteers here, Jiujiu duck neck and Quanju duck doll, the students couldn’t help shouting, "Wanzhou, paradise on earth!"
After the two groups of people had settled down, Zhe Yu was about to go back, Nanyuan Wang Baizhan invited Zhe Yu aside.
"Master Zhe Yu, I am grateful for helping us out of danger today. I wonder if I can be the host. Please Mr. Zhe Yu and his wife have a light meal?"
Zhe Yu returned the gift, calmly and decently, "It's all a matter of duty, and you are welcome to Nanyuan King. Now that the students from the four major academies are gathering, the practice field still needs to allocate a practice time, and I will send someone to bring it when the time comes. As for the meal No need, the official will bring his wife to attend the opening ceremony before the game."
Bai Zhan thought to himself that he was too impatient and lost his sense of proportion. But it would be great if we could see it before the game.
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Baicaoshi sent Hongqu away, went to the room alone, and took out the portrait.
The lines of the painting are delicate, and the woman in the painting is gentle, with a faint smile on her lips. When you want to come to paint, the atmosphere is very harmonious.
After returning from Yanjing, Baicaoshi didn't take out the painting, and wanted to try it out before making a decision, but her mother was obviously very resistant.
No matter what happened at the beginning, it is an indisputable fact that her mother raised her and her brother alone. Her cheap father missed her mother for eighteen years, and he was always true.
So today, should she tell her mother about it?
While meditating, Baicaoshi heard the sound of a cup falling to the ground, and behind her, Li Shi was surprised and... lonely?
Yes, Baicaoshi feels lonely and vicissitudes.
"Mother?" Baicao Poetry is still unrolled.
Bai Li leaned down in a panic, sniffed his nose, and picked up the cup, "It's too hot, I...made you sour plum soup. I'll go and fill it up."
"Mother," Baicaoshi stepped forward, supported her mother's shoulders, and said softly, "Do you still remember the question I asked you last time? Now, the person who painted this picture has arrived in Wanzhou. Do you want to meet? "
Baili raised her eyes, her mouth twitched, she took the painting in her hand, and couldn't help rubbing it lightly, "Little Cao'er, I see your painting is very good, and the person in the painting is also young and beautiful. Young That's great."
Baicaoshi smiled and said: "Mother, who has never been young, you were good when you were young, I think the person in this painting looks a lot like you."
Bai Li shook her head, "In this world, there are many people who look alike, mother, I don't know her, so please put it away."
Baicaoshi rolled up the picture, "He is the Nanyuan King of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He just arrived at the north gate of Wanzhou. He heard that he had a conflict with the Mad King of Yanjing..."
Bai Li's face turned pale immediately.
Bringing Fubao and Mengbao, Baicaoshi headed towards the post house.
Mother didn't say anything, but she was always worried.
She quickened her pace, and at the gate of the post house, she saw Zhe Yu coming out.
"Why are you here?" Zhe Yu asked, "Are you feeling better? Running around."
(end of this chapter)