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Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen each had an arrow, and each shot was sure to hit, and every time they hit an arrow, the oirans exclaimed, feeling that their eyes were wide open.

Tossing the pot is just a small game, but it was played by the two of them.

One after another, when Xu Qi'an finished casting his tenth ball, Chu Yuanzhen had already voted for thirteen balls, and there were only seven balls left in his hand.

When Xu Qi'an had five sticks left in his hand, Chu Yuanzhen only had two sticks left in his hand.

It seems that the victory has been decided.

Fu Xiang and Ming Yan, the oirans who supported Xu Qi'an's expressions darkened, unable to hide their disappointment.

And the oirans who supported Chu Yuanzhen applauded in advance, giving applause to the 27-year champion of Yuanjing.

The officials watching around seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and their smiles were the weakest.

Chu Yuanzhen is a legendary figure. When he was still a student, he already stood out from the crowd among his classmates. He was outstanding in talent and appearance. Afterwards, he abandoned literature and practiced Taoism.

But who would have thought that in just a few years, he would soar into the sky and challenge the golden gong Zhang Kaitai. Although he was defeated, he was honored by Wei Yuan as the number one swordsman in the capital.

Such a peerless genius, in their opinion, is naturally more brilliant than a Xu Qi'an who can investigate cases.

At this time, Chu Yuanzhen had already thrown the penultimate arrow, which accurately entered the pot.

Fu Xiang pursed her lips, looked away from the barnacle, and glanced at Xu Qi'an, she was surprised to find that the corner of this man's mouth was slightly raised.

He is sure? !

As soon as the idea came up, Fu Xiang saw a ridiculous scene, Xu Qi'an threw the five arrows in his hand at the same time, they drew a neat arc in the air, and entered the pot perfectly.

The five arrows have only one voice: Boom!

The hall fell into silence for an instant, and the eyes widened.

Does this work too?

"Ah!" Ming Yan cheered, and jumped into Xu Qi'an's arms excitedly: "Master Xu, I love you so much."

Fuxiang frowned again and again.

"Amazing skills." A censor exclaimed in admiration.

"It turns out that throwing pots can also be played like this, which is an eye-opener." Another official echoed with a smile.

The oirans looked at Xu Qi'an with admiration.

Chu Yuanzhen took off the silk scarf, smiled, "Awesome."

The tea circle lasted until the beginning of Haishi (nine o'clock in the evening), and the oirans yawned and got up to say goodbye, with their skirts fluttering and their figures light.

Although a little sleepy, the beauties still had something to say. They thought it would be very interesting to have a banquet with Xu Qi'an and the number one swordsman in the capital. It's a pity that it is impossible to meet such high-quality guests every day.

Ming Yan secretly wrote in Xu Qi'an's palm, and seduced him to go to his Qingchiyuan, but Fuxiang stabbed him with a few words, and then drove him away.

Chu Yuanzhen didn't stay overnight in the Jiaofang Division, so he took his leave and left.Xu Qi'an personally sent him out of the hospital.

Number four is too indifferent, free and easy, and has the character of a scholar. I can't find a chance to let him die socially! Xu Qi'an looked at the back of the blue-clothed swordsman, feeling very regretful.

However, scholars have their weaknesses, such as poetry.

He hid the second line first, and then took it out when the time was right.

Leaving the maidservant to clean up the mess, Fu Xiang took Xu Qi'an's arm into the bedroom, Xu Qi'an was sitting at the table drinking tea, his ears moved, and he heard Zhong Li's voice transmission.

He turned his head and glanced at the screen, her graceful shadow was reflected in the candlelight, cast on the screen, she was taking off her dresses one by one, and changing into a light gauze.

While taking a bath, Xu Qi'an suddenly said:

"I will redeem you in a few days."

Fu Xiang was stunned for a moment, complex colors flashed across Lingxiu's eyes, she quickly settled down, and said with a light smile: "Xu Lang has just become a viscount, and now taking concubines is not good for your reputation."

"It's okay." Xu Qi'an put his arms around his slippery waist and said with a smile.

After taking a shower, he and Fuxiang rolled on the bed. When the young general in white robe entered and exited seven times, he suddenly heard a "click", followed by a feeling of weightlessness.

The bed collapsed.

Fu Xiang clung to Xu Qi'an in surprise, her long legs like a white python tightly wrapped around his waist, and she jumped in shock.

Zhong Li, I want to return the goods to the supervisor!

Xu Qi'an was furious.

After leaving Yingmei Xiaoge, Chu Yuanzhen waved his sword finger, and the long sword on his back seemed to come alive, and it escaped from its restraint like a fish swimming, and stopped in front of him.

Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the scabbard and said softly, "Let's go."

The long sword paused slightly, pierced the night sky suddenly, and soared upwards.

The moment he flew into the night sky, Chu Yuanzhen felt countless eyes locked on him in the capital, and then moved away.One of the gazes that sent the chills down his spine the most came from the towering star tower.

He quickly left the inner city and flew towards the south of the outer city.

If I remember correctly, No. [-] Hengyuan was in the Yangshengtang. He lowered his height, searched for a long time, and finally found the Yangshengtang in Nancheng.

Chu Yuanzhen was not a native of the capital city. He studied in the Imperial College, was a Jinshi and passed the degree, and had been living in the inner city.I have never been to the outer city where the poor gather.

Pressing down on the tip of the sword, it landed lightly in the courtyard of the Yangsheng Hall. When he jumped off the scabbard, he heard the sound of chanting the Buddha's name from under the eaves:

"Amitabha."

Chu Yuanzhen grasped the hilt of the sword, put the sword back into the pouch behind his back, followed the sound, and in the darkness under the eaves, stood a monk wearing a blue plain robe, with a burly figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rigid face .

"Master Hengyuan?" Chu Yuanzhen greeted with a smile.

"It's the poor monk, and the benefactor is No. [-]?" Heng Yuan clasped his hands together and examined him quietly.

The two people who met for the first time did not appear very calm, neither close nor unfamiliar. Heng Yuan led Chu Yuanzhen into the house, lit the oil lamp, carried out a jar of wine from under the bed, and dug out two porcelain bowls. Simply wipe off dust with the sleeve.

Chu Yuanzhen never said no to wine, he drank it immediately, but was a little curious: "Can Buddhist disciples drink alcohol?"

Hengyuan replied calmly: "Monks don't taboo meat and vegetables."

There is also a subtext in this sentence: monks do not need to keep precepts.

"I met number three today."