[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

It seems that the corpses of members of the Wu Kingdom's army found in Qingshui Town some time ago have sounded the alarm in several nearby towns. Nowadays, the entry and exit of the city gates in various states and counties are checked very carefully.

Song Ci'an responded and opened the curtain with one hand.

Song Ci'an's carriage had just arrived at the city gate and was at the end of the queue.

In the words of 001, it means that we are as good as the tip of our tail, but the location is not very good. We are still the descendants of the dragon!

Most of the people queuing up in front were people dragging their belongings and luggage, and there were quite a few people dragging their families.

There are also poor people in rags, starving people and beggars.

"Go away, go away, you old beggar." A man yelled from the front. Song Cian looked slightly sideways and saw a young man who looked like a coachman driving away the beggars next to him.

While driving away, he shouted and cursed, "Get away, get away." After cursing, he waved his sleeves as if it was bad luck.

The old begging woman who was driven away had no choice but to move slowly with a cane and a bowl with broken corners in her hand.

"Zuo Yu." Song Cian watched the old woman slowly walk away. The hand holding the crutch had loose skin and scars accumulated over the years. "Bring the old woman some money and food."

"Yes, sir." The young man driving in front said.

"Remember, avoid other people." There are many beggars here. Song Cian is not a saint, and he cannot help everyone.

Furthermore, this old man was powerless. If he gave her money in front of everyone, the money would change hands within a quarter of an hour.

Sometimes human nature is like this. Don't try to imagine that the world is as true, good and beautiful as you imagine, it is more of dirt hidden in the corners.

"Yes." Zuo Yu said.

A war broke out at the border, with gunpowder smoke filling the sky, war horses neighing, and more importantly, the sounds of clashing swords and the shouts of soldiers.

The spear pierces the chest, draws out, and then faces the next enemy.

On the battlefield, the swords had no eyes, blood flowed everywhere, black gunpowder smoke curled up, covering the sun in this world, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and stumps were everywhere.

"General! The Mobei Kingdom is attacking from the north!" Yan Weibing galloped from a distance on a war horse, swinging his sword to knock down flying arrows from time to time, "Should we withdraw our troops and return to defend?"

"Where are the other four?" Shi Yu tightened the reins, and the white war horse neighed, raised its front hooves, and spurted hot air from its nose.

"The eldest brother and second brother, together with Pei Zhi, led a small group of troops to organize. The fourth and fifth brothers led people to outflank them from the side."

While he was talking, someone came over with a gun and stabbed him, "You lead a group of people to help Wei A and Wei Yi first." Shi Yu swung his sword, and in the blink of an eye, the man who had just been stabbed had his head separated and fell to the ground.

"General!"

"Go quickly, there are only a few Wu people left here, there is nothing to fear, the defense in the north is the most important."

"Yes!" Yan Weibing accepted the order and led his troops away against the bloody rain of corpses.

Shi Yu wiped the blood from his mouth, crawled on his horse, and dodged the spear that passed over his head. Holding the long sword in his hand, the blood in his hand slid down the hilt, crossed the sword body, and merged into a piece of blood. Then it fell to the ground, and blood droplets scattered in all directions.

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"Hey, who do you think this champion is?" There were stalls selling skewers in the market, and there was a lot of hawking. Tourists gathered, there were horseback riding parades, there were juggling troupes on the street corners, and the Goulan wine shop was also full of people.

Today is the day when the results of the palace examination are released, and the number of people on the street is more than double that of usual.

There are even more young and tender girls dressed in gorgeous silks and satins, walking together in twos and threes talking and laughing.

"Who do you think the top pick in this year's competition will be?" One was wearing a pink skirt, a gold hairpin and a jade hairpin, with a hibiscus-like face, silk-like hair, and a good-looking appearance.

"Your Majesty, I don't know." The other girl who was asked lowered her head, with a slight blush on her cheeks.

The pink-clothed girl chuckled lightly, "I think the most likely candidate is a young master from the Shangshu family, don't you? Sister Ling. Everyone in the capital doesn't know that the only son of the Shangshu family, Mr. Fang, is a famous talent."

"Sister!" The girl was so embarrassed that she quickly held her cheeks with her hands to cool down and pouted, "Stop teasing me." There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

The two maids following behind covered their mouths and chuckled. Who knew that their princess had been engaged to the prince of the Master Shangshu's family a few days ago.

"And you, don't laugh either." The girl turned to look at the maid and said coquettishly.

"Yes, miss." The two maids suppressed their smiles. If you look carefully, you can still see the suppressed smiles from the cramped corners of their mouths.

"Let's go, I'm here specifically to accompany you to look at the rankings today." the pink girl said.

In fact, as long as the time for releasing the results is up, you will know it by sending someone a notification. If you really can't ask your father, it won't be faster than this. It's just that my good sister has to come out to see it in person, but she has no choice. As a sister, she naturally has to accompany her out.

"I think this year's No. 1 Scholar, he's almost as good as a young man." Someone was chatting in front of a tea stall on the street.

"Not necessarily, the Prime Minister's son Liancheng is also possible!" The person on the side took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"Of these two brothers, in my opinion, Mr. An Song of Song Dynasty is more likely!" said the young man in white, wearing a curtain hat that was incompatible with the tea stall.

"Song Ci'an? Who is this?" The two of them were not entangled in whether Young Master Fang Zhiyou from the Shangshu family was more powerful or Young Master Yu Liancheng from the Prime Minister's family was more powerful.

The young man in white was about to say something, but was interrupted, "Brother! Why are you here?" said the girl in pink.

Even though her brother, Prince 1, was wearing a curtain hat, the girl in pink clothes recognized him immediately because of his familiar voice.

Yan Ji stood up and said, "Ming Yue, Ling Yue, why are you two here?"

"Now, I'm going out with my son to look at the rankings. I'm almost suffocated at home here in the emperor's house." Yan Mingyue paused and said.

"Really, Ling'er?" Yan Qi said warmly to the girl who lowered her head because of her blush.

"Yes, brother." The girl's two round eyes rolled around in panic, her voice sounding like a mosquito.

Yan Ji touched Yan Lingyue's head. The father-in-law did not have many children, and his daughters only had two daughters, Mingyue and Lingyue. Ling Yue grew up in the cold palace and was not taken out of the hospital until she was ten years old. Her temperament was inevitably meek and timid.

And Mingyue, who grew up under the knee of her father and the emperor and was pampered by her father and mother, is more quirky, straightforward and cheerful.

"Hey, it's your turn to answer me now." Yan Mingyue snorted and crossed her arms across her chest, looking bright and arrogant but not annoying, "Why are you here?"

Yan Qi was helpless, "If mother sees you like this, it's time to punish you again."

"Mom is reluctant to punish me! Just a little!"