Everyone's eyes also looked at the Epiphyllum.

They waited all night to see the flowers blooming with their own eyes. Logically, they should be excited at this time, but they were calm and seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Pei Yanzi didn't even look at the Epiphyllum, and whispered: "This word is true, who dares to chant the moon?" He looked at the young man who was still standing outside the window, raised his hand and said, "Please."

Another request meant that he wanted to enter. Xue Qing raised his foot and walked towards the door. Chanyi reached out to support him. However, Xue Qing stopped him silently. Chanyi had to hold back her tears and lower her head. Liu Chunyang also followed her in with deep and shallow feet.

That's all. I'm writing a poem with Pei Yanzi and others here. What Xue Qing said about Pei Yanzi can prove that they were not in Shuangyuan when something happened.

When the boys saw Xue Qing coming in, they seemed to be a little confused about how to deal with it.

"Xue Qing, did you write or buy this word?" Someone simply asked straight to the point.

Xue Qing smiled and said nothing.

Pei Yanzi said: "People who can write such words are afraid that money can't buy them."

The young men looked at Pei Yanzi in a little surprised. Did he make a conclusion for Xue Qing? Then he thought again that the poem that has just now is indeed extremely grand. No one would be willing to give this poem to others. This poem will inevitably become famous once it becomes famous. Are you afraid of having no money?

Is it really him?

"Xue Qing, did you not do it that day or did you not say it?" said a young man.

This is interesting to ask, and everyone seems to me.

Xue Qing said: "It didn't work." She looked sincere, "...I only got the whole article today."

It's true or false. You guys look at me and I look at you, but it's normal to think about such good words for a while.

Liu Chunyang fed him and said, "What do you want to sit down and say..." You must know that the boy still needs to be supported by the two of them when he walked to the window. Now I don't know how much pain I endured to support him.

The young men asked to sit down. Pei Yanzi, who was standing in front of the screen, picked up his pen and wrote the first four words of the water tune song. Suddenly, he stopped again and raised his hand to Xue Qing and said, "Young Master Qingzi, come."

Liu Chunyang's tears almost flowed down. Why is it so difficult to come in and sit down? Is there still a lot of it? How can I write it? The boy can't even lift his right hand, but if he doesn't write it, how can he refuse to be suspicious? Young Master Chunyang, who has lived for fourteen years, felt that the world was really difficult for the first time.

Xue Qing did not refuse and stepped forward and stretched out his left hand.

Pei Yanzi's expression was slightly different, did he have his left hand?

Xue Qing had already taken the pen and stood in front of the screen, leaned over and dipped it in thick ink, and picked up the pen and wrote heavily.

"When will the bright moon come?"

Like a dragon leaping out like a phoenix spreading its wings.

It turned out that the left and right hands were in two different fonts. Pei Yanzi stood aside and recited, "When will the bright moon come?"

Liu Chunyang sat in the seat beside him, and the boys in his ears chanted in unison, "Please ask the sky with wine." The thin boy in his sight was hanging his right hand on his side, his spine was straight, and his left hand swung his ink and flew the dragon and the phoenix danced.

How much does he do? He writes poems, fights, kills, and writes with his left hand. And when he is so seriously injured, Liu Chunyang thought, he must be a monster.

The teenagers were chanting in the room, and the young men were imposing. Xue Qing's writing became more and more crazy. The thick ink kept getting stuck, and big words on the plain white paper were flying.

With a bang, the door was suddenly hit, and the horses neighed and the footsteps were messy. The young men in the hall were shocked and looked back to their senses. They saw that a group of soldiers blocked the door at some point, and the torches and swords were scattered.

There was a silence inside and outside, and the young men came to their senses. They were all powerful and noble children and had no fear of the officials and soldiers.

"What are you doing?"

Asked questions rushed towards the group of soldiers and generals, the general in charge looked slightly stiff and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

This vicious attitude doesn't scare the teenagers.

"Where we write poetry, can't you see it?" they shouted in unison.

Writing a poem? Sweep the official's eyes through the hall, and see the messy decorations, saying, "What poem do you do in the middle of the night..."

The teenagers are angry immediately after being killed.

"Will there be a law that is not allowed to write poetry in the middle of the night?"

"When it comes to the law, where are you soldiers? Who is the order of dispatching troops in the middle of the night?"

He was questioned and quarreled by a group of 16 or 17 teenagers, and the questions asked also showed their identity. They were scholars and scholars and must have family backgrounds. This was difficult than that of ordinary people, and the generals were a bit overwhelmed.

"I have my own orders." He shouted, looking around the hall again, "There is an urgent matter, not something you can know..."

The young men were still clamoring, and Pei Yanzi raised his hand to stop him from coming forward and saluted him, "I am here to Pei Qin, what are your instructions?"

Pei, there are not many people with the surname Pei in Chang'an City. Looking at the boy's extraordinary demeanor, the general was a little more solemn, and said, "Have you seen suspicious people passing by here?"

Pei Yanzi shook his head and said, "We have been writing poems and drinking in the hall, and have not paid attention to the outside. The store owner can testify."

The shop guy had already heard the sound, nodding and bowing, and repeated his voice with uneasy expressions.

The general said: "I want to search here."

Pei Yanzi nodded and said, "Sir, please do whatever you want."

The shop guys were busy making a move away, and the generals brought the soldiers in and searched up and down. The young men whispered and pointed at each other in the hall.

The general stood in the hall with a scent of flowers, wine, powder, aroma, ink, candle, smoke, and smelled strange. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pressed his nose... These wealthy teenagers were not a good deal. He looked at the teenagers one by one, and saw that their expressions were different from each other, and there was only one maid in the hall... The maid was whispering in the ear of a boy. Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his behavior was in a panic.

The general's eyes were a little sharp.

The young man shook his hand and slapped the maid in the face, and said angrily: "I won't go back, I'm afraid he will do anything."

The maid covered her face and lowered her head and started crying.

Some boys disliked and said, "Young Master Chunyang, if you can't compare, you can't compare. What's the ability to vent your anger on the girls?"

The young man called Chunyang's young master jumped up pale and said, "What's your business?"

The boy was not convinced, and the people around him hurriedly stopped him, and the hall became a little noisy.

Well, these rich young men were arrogant and had a very strong temper. They took the official's eyes back and glanced around. The soldiers quickly came back to shake their heads. The generals pulled out the shopkeepers and questioned them. Then they heard that the outside was already full of noise, and the shops and residents in the town were alarmed.

"What happened?"

It seems that things are not small. After using so many soldiers, the young men asked curiously and looked out the window and door.

"It's just a traitor stealing and killing." Some young man also said calmly, "Don't sweep away the Yaxing."

Pei Yanzi looked at Xue Qing, and Xue Qing naturally stopped a long time ago and said, "Can you finish writing?"

Xue Qing said: "It's still a few words."

Pei Yanzi reached out and said, "Please."

Xue Qing smiled and dipped the pen with thick ink, lifted the pen and pressed it on the paper.

"I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

The sudden burst of chanting in the hall scared the soldiers on the street outside, and the general frowned even more. These sour teenagers would sooner or later become sour scholars.

The night wind circling, unlike the boys here who laughed and recited poems happily. The double garden was solemn, and the mouth and nose were filled with blood.

The fire in the hall had been put out. Li Guangyuan, who was rushing towards him quickly under the crowd of officers and soldiers, looked at Zong Zhou lying inside.
Chapter completed!