Guo Huaichun said that the county trial has passed successfully and there is nothing to worry about.

Xue's mother said that the adults could not guess what they were thinking and was worried that she was suspicious.

Guo Huaichun said that she was fourteen years old and that she would be kept from the fact that she was Emperor Baozhang.

The conversation I heard outside the window last night was repeated, and just a few short sentences revealed shocking news and solved many of her doubts.

No wonder the county tried so smoothly, no wonder Guo Huaichun's puzzling strange attitude, no wonder worships ancestors and worships heaven and earth, no wonder as a mother, she avoids kneeling behind her, and the delicate woman Xue's mother is ingenious and uses poisonous means...

Lord Ge, the sound of Lord Ge that I heard when I was in a coma turned out to be right in front of me. It is not an ordinary person to be called a woman.

Who else? The adults who helped her pass the county examination in the conversation between Xue's mother and Guo Huaichun? Who else is it? The magistrate of Chang'an County? The magistrate of Chang'an? Who else is there besides the adults? The children of the Guo family? Others? Neighbors of the slums? Mr. Si Brown? Mr. Qingxia? Zhang Liantang? Pei Yanzi... who is excluded? Who has no doubts? The entire Chang'an City, the entire Chang'an City... At this moment, she no longer looks like before.

Everyone is suspicious, no one has any doubts, and she herself does not believe her own judgment.

Xue Qing closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took a deep silently, and then opened her eyes. Her breathing was calm. Who around her knew her identity, which was meaningless to her, and there was no need to waste energy to guess. What was important was that she knew her identity.

Xue Qing raised his hand and touched the cheek. The child turned out to be a princess... It seemed that he had guessed that the illegitimate son of a royal relative... it turned out that he was not an illegitimate son, but a real golden branch and jade leaf. Xue Qing smiled slightly and had already approached the truth, so sometimes people still have to think more randomly, what if it comes true.

Princess, princess, what a golden identity. If this is true, it is worth celebrating, but... Xue Qing thought of a joke I had read before, saying that people who traveled through time were unlucky.

The result was that Yang Guifei was so beautiful that she was the emperor who was less than one person and more than ten thousand people. The result was that Li Yu was given wine, but the important minister was Heshen, who was facing a house search and other unlucky faced death when he opened his eyes. It was very funny... Xue Qing smiled slightly in the dark room. Her situation was similar at this moment.

Therefore, the palace maid Zong Zhou wanted to choose was looking for the surviving Emperor Baozhang. He would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.

Today, she only asked Zhang Liantang about the Queen and Emperor Baozhang. She didn't ask more questions, nor did she plan to inquire everywhere, what happened to Huangshadao, why the emperor suddenly died of illness in his prime, how could the queen and Princess Baozhang die? There was no need to inquire about the details of the past, and she knew it was obvious that there was a lot of people who had been reading it for five thousand years... There was no grief and anger, nor sigh, because it had nothing to do with her.

Xue Qing closed his eyes, placed his hand on his neck and pressed it hard, and went to sleep.

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The night lights in Zhizhitang were still there, and Mr. Si Broo was holding the tea and was somewhat sad and expectant. He calculated what he had to go back and forth. Since Li Guangyuan went to Beijing to ask for a message, he would have to bring some good wine back... Then he lowered his head to see Xue Qing reading a book while pulling away the plate of fennel beans... hurriedly reached out and pressed and said, "You can't eat alone!"

Xue Qing held the plate's hand and pinched a bean and took it back. He lowered his head and threw it into his mouth, saying, "Is it still a two-part question for the four books?"

Mr. Si Bro grabbed a handful and threw it into his mouth, saying, "Yes, yes." He said, "What are you going to do? Don't expect you to be lucky."

Xue Qing said: "A red heart is ready, and I act according to the opportunity, but in the end my articles will definitely be the head of the case."

Mr. Sihuang said, "I'm proud!" But he didn't hear Xue Qing say the words "It's natural for the gods to come down to earth." He couldn't help but take the tea to look at her.

Xue Qing also looked at him and said, "Sir, this pride is addictive. The taste of the head of the case is really different from the imagination." His expression was solemn, "And the county test was able to be the head of the case, but the government test was dull, so how could the face of the sir?"

As expected, Mr. Si Brooke still looked like this, and said, "Vanity, are you planning to keep such an uncrowned king to the palace examination?"

Xue Qing said: "It's not bad, sir, shouldn't you be afraid?"

Mr. Si Broo spat, pulled out the ruler and said, "Then you are not focused on reading, so slow! You are still sleeping in in the afternoon... This time I woke up late."

Xue Qing said: ".It's not slow." As he turned over a page of the book, "I'm still a child, and it's inevitable that I'll sleep..."

There are some quarrels in the cottage, and a handful of wild flowers are in the willow bottle and the night is fragrant. The sound of drinking tea is whispering. The tip of the pen is rustling with paper, and there is a frog sound in the distance, as usual until dawn.

A spring rain, the six-daoquan Mountain took off its cold clothes and put on its spring clothes. The grass was green and the trees were tender and beautiful. A group of young people slapped the grass and pinched the flowers and swayed by themselves, looking strange and funny, which attracted other young people to point fingers.

"What is this?"

"Zhizhitang is studying Lisao recently."

"...so Hu Jiangli and Pi Zhixi, and Ren Qiulan thought it was a pony."

“.. Interesting and interesting…”

Leting stood on the mountain road and looked at the young men walking towards him. Xue Qing was free. When he saw him smiling, Leting nodded with a smile and said nothing. He just walked over and heard Xue Qing shouting behind him and turned around.

Xue Qing waved his hand: "Study hard."

Le Ting waved his hand, and saw Xue Qing turning around and sneaking in with his hands in. The boys walked forward a few steps again and couldn't help but look back. Seeing Xue Qing and Zhang Liantang and Zhang Shuangtong were not sure what they said, the boy laughed loudly. The boy raised his head freely and clapped his hands on his shoulders... He looked very happy, why did he think she seemed strange? I had an illusion, and Le Ting also smiled and continued to step away.

As usual, when he went home in the cottage every three days, Xue's mother would lean against the door and look at it happily. She happily took Xue Qing who got out of the car and walked in with Nuannuan, who was jumping and cooking. Xue Qing washed herself and washed and picked vegetables after Nuannuan ran.

Xue's mother looked out while busy, but she didn't see Xue Qing sitting in the yard reading a book, so she hurriedly asked Nuannuan.

Nuannuan said, "Young Master Ziqian is here, Young Master Qingzi is talking to him outside."

As long as Xue Qing was at home, Guo Ziqian would want to live here. Xue’s mother didn’t think it was strange and continued to be busy. Seeing the dusk, Xue Qing had not come back yet.

Xue's mother wiped her hand on the apron and stepped out the door, but she saw that there was no Guo Ziqian, only Xue Qing squatted on the stone beside the wall, surrounded by a group of children. What were she doing? Xue's mother walked over.

Several children were holding branches or stones in their hands, and carving flowers on the ground with a skewer. Xue Qing was also serious and focused. He held half of the branch in his hand and wrote a horizontal stroke and a stroke on the ground, saying: "This is a big character."

The children said in a mess: "Big." Then they looked at the words they drew and laughed.

It turned out that he was playing with this, and Xue's mother laughed and called Qingzi to have dinner.

Xue Qing looked up at her, responded and stood up to take a step and thought of something, and said to the children: "Do you know it?"

The children laughed and shouted at them in a mess. Xue Qing looked at them and said, "If you know, let's disperse." After that, he turned around and threw the branches casually. The branches tumbling and falling, hitting the big characters she wrote, and the shallow characters were floating in the soil and chaotic.

The children behind him scattered.

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When a spring rain in Chang'an City was as expensive as oil, there were already several events in the capital. It was no longer as precious as oil, but was despised by others.

Yang Jingchang walked on the street with an umbrella, and behind him, the cicada-shirt was also holding an umbrella and carrying a medicine box. Because it rained, the restaurants and tea shops were crowded with people, there were idle people in the capital, foreign merchants, and some men and women with a slightly different face than usual... There were two tall, fair-skinned young women standing in front of a restaurant. At this time, Chunri had already changed into thin shirts, revealing a large piece of skin... She smiled at the cicada-shirt who saw him.

The cicada's face turned red and his eyes drooped.

Yang Jingchang said: "That's from Xiliang." Since the two countries have had a good relationship, the number of merchants from Xiliang has gradually increased. These women are either maids or come with them to find a livelihood in restaurants and teahouses. "It's not just from Xiliang people. Now, I have a good relationship with all small countries. Yan, Xia, Ning and Qi are all brothers, and the trade is prosperous. My Great Zhou embraces all rivers. There are many noble children from other countries studying in the Imperial Academy... The prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty is in sight."

Chanyi nodded and thought to herself that Xue Qing had to come sooner in such a prosperous capital. The two of them walked along the street and suddenly heard a noise coming from a tavern next to them.

"…Come on, come on…Let me listen to this song..."

Chanyi looked curiously and saw a group of literati chanting poems. One of them was chanting a poem loudly, and the noise was not clear. Then he laughed and another person stood up.

"...You can't recite the moon poem..."

"…Didn't you hear that no one dares to yin Yue now?"

“…It’s because of a child in the countryside of Chang’an…”

The cicada's ears suddenly stood up and couldn't help but stop. The children in Chang'an countryside were Meng Yue, Yin Yue... That's what he said...

"Xue Qing." Yang Jingchang said, looking at her again, "You can listen, don't stop."

Chanyi's expression was slightly sarcastic, and she lost her composure. She hurriedly followed her and made the noise even more loud...

"That child..."

"...I'm young and old, not necessarily..."

Yang Jingchang smiled and said, "Because of the two poems of Emperor Zhou Liao Cheng and Xue Qing have spread, there are many praises and many dissatisfied people."

But after all, it was talked about by people, and the cicada clothes could not hide their joy. It was so magical. People were already famous in the capital before they came, and Xue Qing was so powerful.

Several people rushed towards him, without holding an umbrella and rubbing Yang Jingchang's Chanyi, he walked past the restaurant and said loudly: "...The new work of the skinny man is hanging out in Mo Yuanfang."

What is the skinny man? Chanyi thought to himself, and couldn't help but turn his head to look, but saw a group of people rushing out from the restaurant.

"Go and have a look."

“What is this time?”

"I'm going to grab it."

Talking and laughing in a mess, Yang Jingchang and Chanyi hurriedly avoided watching them pass by.

There were two businessmen standing outside a tea shop next to him who were frowning at the rain. When they saw the excitement, they were curious and asked what it was. The shop clerk leaning on the door beside him said casually: "Skinny, a new painter who came out the year before yesterday has no origin and excellent skills... but there are very few paintings, so they will attract competition as soon as they are released...the price is very high."

Perhaps hearing that the price was very high, the two merchants lit up and said, "Look at it." So they chased the group of people in the rain.

Yang Jingchang smiled: "The capital city is so full of talents... When that kid comes, he will not be in the mountains and the grass."

Chanyi said, "I won't." The two of them were about to continue moving forward, but a carriage chased after him.

"Doctor Yang, please invite me."

It was the carriage of the Song Yuan family. Yang Jingchang did not dare to be slow. Chanyi hurriedly handed over the medicine box and stood by the roadside watching Yang Jingchang leave by the car. She was not qualified to enter Song's house.

......

"This damn god."

Song Yuan shouted, reaching out to hold his arms, hissing, frowning with obvious pain.

A doctor was busy bringing a bowl of medicine carefully and said, "Sir, the medicine is ready."

Song Yuan took the medicine and drank it all, and his face turned pale. Yang Jingchang hurriedly handed a green moth ball, and Song Yuan put it in his mouth and chewed it, saying, "This green moth ball has become delicious." After that, he said, "Can't I behold the rain in the future?"

Yang Jingchang said: "It's still snowing."

Too honest, another doctor who wanted to say something good to heal the injury and then condition the words were taken back, but he did not see Song Yuan angrily scolding the doctor for being useless, but just scolding the damn remnant of Huangshadao.

After taking the medicine, Song Yuan looked at the drizzling rain outside and felt very irritable. He held the others away and left Yang Jingchang and said, "Come with me, and there is a good way to see the baby's old injuries."

Yang Jingchang responded to the sound and followed the Song and Yuan dynasties toward the inner house.

There were very few people in the Song house, and it seemed even more quiet in the rain. I quickly came to a yard along the long corridor. Several roses planted under the steps of the yard. At this time, the leaves were decorated with pink, white and red buds. There were several tables placed in the corridor next to the roses. A girl was holding a pen at the desk, and two girls beside her looked around with their heads tilted.

Song Yuan stood firm, Yang Jingchang stopped behind and watched the girl wearing light green clothes, wearing a white group, and a small bun, but a tulle tied to her forehead, covering her face. Because she leaned over and lowered her head and hung her tulle, it did not affect her vision. She focused on picking up her pen and painting on the paper bit by bit.

The drizzle is drizzled, carved railings and jade pillars, in front of flowers, people paint, and people are in the painting.

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(Thanks to Pei Pei for giving 50,000 yuan in the book, PS: I will break it and write it up this time, I won’t be able to understand it, right? Today’s update, it’s a pleasant weekend, so let’s continue to sleep in. I recommend Jiusuihe’s new book “Ace Producer”
Chapter completed!