[Sword Three] In the days when I was forced to become Wanhua

Thousands of flowers and seven tests, try to be romantic.

When Su Qian was led to the examination room by Pei Yuan, her face turned green—without him, Pei Yuan found him a place for children's examinations. There were all children under the age of hair, and he was the only one who was eight feet tall and strong. The Han pestle is there, like Mount Everest standing in the abyss.Su Qian's face was full of breakdowns, and Pei Yuan couldn't help but smile a little.

The two first bowed to Mr. Wu You and Mr. Zixu, who were the serious examiners.

But apparently the two gentlemen didn't take it seriously, they moved their chessboard aside and concentrated on playing chess.After seeing him, he saluted twice and waved his hand, it was considered that he had seen him.

"Sit." Pei Yuan tapped the Guxin pen on a seat next to him, signaling Su Qian to sit down.

"Yes." Su Qian cupped her hands in salute and sat down comfortably.

——In fact, I felt wronged and became a dog.

"Brother—" Su Qian called Pei Yuan in a long tone, hoping that Pei Yuan would let him go.

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Seeing that there was nothing going on, Su Qian couldn't do any more rogue behavior in front of a group of younger juniors, so she could only watch Pei Yuan sitting at the head of the desk, and Sri slowly drinking tea from a teacup, while Let the students distribute the test papers one by one.

Su Qian supported her chin with one hand, and her long hair slid from her shoulders to the back of her hand with his movements, and was held by himself again, and she twirled several times at her fingertips in a bored way before letting it fall.Su Qian sensed other people's gazes, and looked in the direction of the gazes, and saw the disciple who handed out the papers staring at him blankly, seeing him smile, his face was red from the base of his ears to his neck, and hurriedly Put the test papers on Su Qian's desk, and go to the next disciple to distribute the test papers.

"Tsk tsk..." Su Qian stretched her eyebrows and looked at Pei Yuan with a smile.

"Tsk." Pei Yuan groaned and took a sip of tea, lowering his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes as if he didn't see Su Qian's tail that was about to be raised.

Su Qian didn't care, she lowered her head and began to write the test papers. Fortunately, the questions were originally for these young disciples, and Pei Yuan was not vicious enough to change the test papers for him.Su Qian finished writing like flowing clouds and flowing water. A disciple came to serve tea. Su Qian took the tea and sipped it. Pei Yuan happened to be patrolling the field and walked over. Seeing Su Qian about to get up, a jade-like hand rested on his shoulder. Up, press down lightly, he said lightly: "Sit."

Su Qian sat down obediently...

Then he watched Pei Yuan hand out eight test papers with a dazed expression.

Su Qian looked at the examination paper in front of him blankly, and then at the senior brother who rarely showed a slight smile in front of him, and suddenly felt the malice from the great world (teacher) world (brother).

"See what I'm doing?" Pei Yuan asked calmly. His long-term acquaintance allowed him to see Su Qian's subtle expression hidden under that almost perfect face, and he couldn't help showing a little joy. "Junior brother, don't you hurry up and start writing?"

Su Qian carefully hid the face-faced mother's selling batch, and replied gently and gracefully: "Yes, senior brother."

Yes, do it.

Pei Yuan raised his eyebrows, and walked away to inspect the examination room one by one. Suddenly, he stopped and looked towards a certain direction in the sky - that was the direction of the sea of ​​flowers.

The wind of thousands of flowers has always been soft and long-lasting.

What the wind brings from the sea of ​​flowers is not only the aroma mixed with herbs and flowers, but also the rain of flower petals.

The sun broke through the clouds and fell gently on everyone, casting a soft light on them.Seeing this rain of flowers, many young disciples couldn't help looking up, their round eyes seemed to be beating with joy because of their young age.Su Qian looked up and saw a petal fell on his lips. He reached out to take the petal and played with it with his fingertips, his brows relaxed and comfortable.

Pei Yuan looked at all this with almost gentle eyes.

In this world, there are always some people, things, and things that are worth exchanging for everything.

On the day when the seventh trial ended, Pei Yuan left a letter and left Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.

Su Qian squeezed the letter and let out a long sigh.

Why are you so dead-eyed?He lowered his eyes, why do you only need to die for the country on the battlefield, why do you need to return the shroud of horse leather... This kind of words... don't lie to you, how can you make you willingly die?

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But in Chang'an, the rain is about to come.

An Lushan said in Luoyang that the news of Emperor Dayan could no longer be concealed, and there was a sense of panic in the city.Many vigilant people have quietly packed their bags and evacuated to their hometowns in the countryside. Even if their hometown is Chang'an, they try their best to move to the outskirts of Chang'an. Some simply hide in the deep mountains. good.

Those barbarians didn't blink when they killed people. I didn't see that group of barbarian soldiers killing an old lady in the inner city every day. I don't know if it was on purpose or what. They always attracted many rangers to rescue them. The heads piled up at Caishikou in the past few days are as high as houses.I also heard that several girls disappeared... In the worst family, the girl who died was only seven years old, and she was taken by that son of a bitch by a barbarian. Her mother went to save her, but she never came back.The next day, the corpse was thrown naked at the entrance of the vegetable market, and there was no human appearance.

Even Marquis Wu was so cowardly when he was patrolling the night, not to mention that Tang Wuyuan was not agile enough when he came back, half of his figure or a piece of clothes fell in front of them. The people who fled from Chang'an City thought they were hiding well, but in fact most of their bodies were outside.

The Marquis Wu, who were vigilant in the past, turned a blind eye and closed their eyes at this moment, pretending not to see them, and passing by behind them, and said with a smile that they would go to the ladies of Pingkangfang to have a drink. Have a few drinks and listen to a little tune.

"I heard that a young lady who is proficient in Hu Xuanwu came to Pingkangfang, but she was only [-] Fanghua, her skin was white and tender, her waist was soft, and she danced Hu Xuanwu so captivatingly. "A Marquis Wu was talking to his companions, showing a little bit of lust and soulfulness, which made his colleagues laugh out loud.

"How do you look?" someone asked. "But it's as beautiful as a fairy? If the little lady who dances Hu Xuanwu is not very good-looking, it will be a disaster."

"Tsk tsk, that's naturally beautiful!"

Tang Wuyuan hid under the bridge beside him, the scratched wound had stopped bleeding, he didn't care about anything, he washed it with the water he carried with him, and the blood stains were washed away. White flesh.

He frowned, and wrapped himself in medicine powder indiscriminately. While bandaging himself, the Marquis Wu were still having their conversations about women.

"Really?" One person said, "Do you remember? It was that girl called Mudan a few years ago, right? It’s been a long time since I saw Lady Peony, and I don’t know which family quietly took her in as a child.”

"Ms. Peony?" Someone paused, and then received: "I remember her, she is indeed very beautiful... I remember that she is good at turning clouds and rains, and until now, no one seems to be able to match her."

Tang Wuyuan clenched the bandage tightly with his teeth, and finished his healing, but his ears were still listening to the chatter of the gang of Marquis Wu.Several people have already started chatting about who the Peony lady is with.

"I heard that her friend is the young master of the Gu family, and it seems that the last time she appeared on the stage was to go to the church of the Gu family."

"Why didn't I hear that? Didn't that girl, Mudan, be kicked out after being Mr. Liu Xiang's concubine?"

"That beauty is willing to drive her out?"

Several people discussed for a while, and someone said something: "You don't know this, right? Then Mudan obviously ran away with her lover... Isn't there a luthier in Tsing Yi beside her? It's him."

"I don't know about that, tell me?"

Tang Wuyuan was stunned for a while after hearing this passage, and it took him a long time to remember that there seemed to be two confidante friends beside Su Qian, one of whom was named 'Peony'.

The voices of the Marquis Wu gradually faded away, Tang Wuyuan lowered his head to check the weapons on his body, packed up the medicines again, took a deep breath, and sneaked into the night.

His task for today has been completed.He landed lightly in front of a man who was cowering in a corner.The man was about forty years old, dressed like ordinary people, with a weathered and haggard face, walking anxiously at the end of the alley.He was startled when he saw someone falling down, and after seeing Tang Wuyuan's mask clearly under the moonlight, he asked in a low voice: "Hero, is it..."

Tang Wuyuan didn't make a sound, but nodded slightly.

The man was stunned for a while, his eyes wide open as if he couldn't believe it.In the next breath, the man suddenly knelt down and kowtowed several times to Tang Wuyuan. "Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero! The little old man has nothing to repay, and in his next life he will be the hero's bull and horse..."

Tang Wuyuan turned away indifferently: "Use money to do things and eliminate disasters with others."

The man quickly took out a pouch from his belt, the needlework on it was clumsy, and there seemed to be a bunch of green things embroidered on the indigo coarse cloth.Tang Wuyuan looked at the ball of green thread, and thought that maybe he wanted to embroider bamboo or lotus leaves...

Seeing that the purse seemed to be a little wrinkled, the man quickly smoothed it out, then offered it with both hands, and said hoarsely, "Hero..."

"What? You don't want to give it?" He seemed to ask impatiently.

"No, no, no...how dare you...just this..." The man hesitated.

Tang Wuyuan reached out to take the purse, and then poured out something from it. He threw the purse back into the man's hand in disgust, turned around and disappeared into the night.

The man held the purse, and it took him a while to get up from the ground. He looked around and saw no one, so he quietly slipped back to his home not far away.

It was a simple yard, and it used to be the home of the little rich, but unfortunately lost the mistress, and there was a dilapidated smell everywhere.The man opened the door, and there was a mourning hall inside, with two rows of seats on it, white candles dancing on both sides, and cigarettes curling up.

He stumbled in and fell to the ground, looking at the messy embroidered purse in his hand, weeping bitterly.

Tang Wuyuan returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying, and threw the things he got tonight on the table.

With a clear sound, the round copper coin rolled twice on the table, and finally stopped beside a pile of copper coins, becoming one of them.

No. 13, he recited silently in his heart.

He has received such a task for No. 13 times.

The author has something to say: brother Qian didn’t change his mind for a while, don’t hate my brother Qian QAQ, Wang