Adore me Lingfeng

The sound of gongs sounded suddenly, and the lively crowd suddenly became more excited.The sign wrapped in red flowers came into sight from a distance, and the guards held up the sign of silence and avoidance, and walked in two rows to clear the way, guarding the top three civil and military men riding tall horses in the middle.

Wearing a scarlet champion robe, with golden saddles and red maned horses on his feet, leading the way with drums and drums, shouting in front and embracing behind, this kind of scene is the lifelong dream of every candidate.The top three in civil and military affairs are arranged in order, with the number one riding first, and the second place third.They are of different ages, fat and thin, and beautiful and ugly, but each has its own style.

The team slowly approached, and suddenly there was a childish voice: "Brother Immortal!"

The common people have already been quieted down by the gongs of the officials, so this child's voice is particularly clear.A four or five-year-old child was riding on his father's shoulders, still patted his fleshy little hands and shouted excitedly: "Look, Dad, there is a fairy brother over there!"

Looking in the direction of the child's finger, the young man in the robe of the No. [-] scholar is riding a tall horse. He has an extraordinary temperament and is unparalleled in beauty. The golden warm sun outlines a bright circle of light and shadow on the red robe.The common people were stunned for a long time, the demeanor of all the rest of the top three combined could not be equal to this young man.

A young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, admiring drunk and romantic.

There will never be anyone more suitable to wear a red dress than Mu Junjie. Under the sun, a red dress is like a raging fire, which makes the boy's eyebrows more delicate, with a detached and independent detachment and extreme amazement.

There are always some people in this world, they are the darlings of heaven, the combination of angels and demons.They have touching looks and expressions, dazzling appearance but cold heart. They can become angels who bring people beautiful fantasies, and they can also become demons who tear people's hearts.

Looking at the dense crowd on both sides of the long street, Mu Junjie's expression remained calm, but his hand holding the rein was tight.He keenly felt that there was a scorching gaze projected on himself, like a beast locking on to his prey.Pretending to inadvertently raise his head and look to the left, Mu Junjie met Shang Yuanhao's eyes from afar.

Yuan Hao was sitting in the seat with the best view by the window on the second floor of Zuixianju on the street, still wearing a black robe and arrogance.Seeing Mu Junjie looking at him, he didn't dodge or avoid it generously, then raised the wine glass in his hand, raised it towards Mu Junjie, and drank it in one gulp.

Mu Junjie also raised the corners of his mouth towards Yuan Hao from a distance, and smiled as a thank you for the congratulatory wine.In an instant, spring flowers and autumn fruits, distant mountains and evening snow, are all above the young man's robe blown up by the wind and the corners of his mouth loosely.

Yuan Hao also smiled, his eyes were as deep as a pool.The guards of the two teams finally gradually changed from big to small, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. The people seemed to have finally come to their senses, and murmured: "...they are really gods, and they are more beautiful than the gods in that painting... ..."

A number one scholar paraded through the streets, which aroused endless discussions in Bianjing.But the person in the center of the discussion didn't realize it. In the bustling Qionglin Garden, he took a glass of wine and found the most unobtrusive secluded corner to stay, looking at the whole banquet with a slightly lazy attitude. .

The Qionglin Banquet was held in the Qionglin Garden of the Imperial Palace. It was still early, but almost all the officials had come. Everyone had their own ideas, and the main purpose was naturally to find out the background of the new Scholars and see if there were any. Which ones can be drawn for your own use, and which ones need extra attention.

The glazed tiles are particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the evening. The nearby palace walls are resplendent and magnificent, and the water pavilions in the distance are beautiful. Every corner of the palace shows its dignity and luxury. Even the taste of a pot of wine is unique. different.

Like his father, Mu Junjie likes to drink and is easy to get drunk, but he can't drink too much because of his health.The jug in his hand exudes a tempting aroma of wine, Mu Junjie can only smell it but not drink it, and frowned in distress. At this moment, he feels someone approaching, and when he turns his head, it turns out that the person who came was Liberal Arts who had just walked side by side with him. champion.

It is said that the hero is young, and the other party is only 21 or [-] years old, with a smile on his face: "Mr. Yan, everyone is looking for you, why are you hiding here alone?"

"...you know my name?"

"I have a friend who also participated in martial arts, so I am honored to have watched your last martial arts exam." The martial arts and literary exams were not on the same day, and the young man won the final with only a flying knife. Dazzling, with fluttering clothes, "Teaching people will never forget it for a lifetime." After a pause, he said again: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Lin, and my name is Xu Xing."

"Lin Xuxing?...Don't listen to Chuanlin beating the leaves, why not whistling and walking slowly?"

Lin Xuxing was stunned for a moment, and then his smile became more obvious, "I'm so knowledgeable, I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be both civil and military. Lin admires him."

But Mu Junjie said softly: "You are also well-versed in civil and martial arts, so why should you be humble?"

Lin Xuxing was taken aback again, but he didn't mention his martial arts skills. He laughed half-jokingly and said, "I heard people call you a god on the road before, and now I'm afraid it's spread all over Bianjing. Yan You must strengthen the threshold after you go back, otherwise the matchmaker will definitely step on it."

"...Yeah, I'm also very sad," Mu Junjie sighed sadly, his tone obviously aggrieved: "I don't look like a human..."

"Haha..." Lin Xuxing was taken aback again, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Several voices came from a distance, "Today's Qionglin Banquet, the two biggest protagonists are actually hiding here, punished with alcohol!"

In the end, Mu Junjie was dragged to the place with the most people. The ruling officials and the new Jinshi gathered in twos and threes, introducing each other with laughter, but no one knew how much sincerity was in the laughter.

"Mr. Yan," Mu Junjie had just finished dealing with a group of people, and two more came up to him, "I am Cao Shuwei, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, and this is Jiang Cheng, a scholar of Guanwen Palace." Cao Shuwei smiled: "I didn't expect that." Wu Zhuangyuan is such a wonderful person, and he is not as good as the weak crown, it cannot but be admired."

There is nothing wrong with Cao Shuwei's words, but there is something wrong with his tone.Mu Junjie, an official of the third grade or above, has investigated more or less, and knows the basic information. He only heard that Cao Shuwei, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, was serious and straightforward in his work, but he didn't expect that the rumors were really unbelievable. The man in front of him had an ambiguous and frivolous tone. No matter how you look at the smile, how flat it is, the word 'wonderful' is especially important.

Mu Junjie looked at Cao Shuwei, then at Jiang Cheng, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Master Cao and Lord Jiang are childhood sweethearts?"

"...Huh?" This question was too jumpy, and both of them were slightly stunned.Because the families of the two parties are family friends, it is true that they grew up together, but this word always feels strange, Jiang Cheng replied stupidly: "...well, it is..."

Mu Junjie asked again: "The relationship is very good?"

The two nodded.

"We meet every day?"

Nod again.

The two residences of the two of them live close to each other, and they need to go to court together as officials in the same dynasty, so they naturally meet every day.Mu Junjie looked at the two of them up and down again, "I often go in and out together, eat and sleep together, and even took a bath together last night..."

"Ahem..." Cao Shuwei and Jiang Cheng both choked.

The cook in Jiang's Mansion is very good. It is true that Cao Shuwei often goes to Jiang's Mansion to have a meal. Last night Cao Shuwei was in the Ministry of Industry and some craftsmen analyzed the method of dredging the canal and weir. His clothes were dirty again. Changed clothes and took a shower in Jiang Chengna, and then stayed overnight in Jiang's mansion because it was too late.How did Mu Junjie know about this?

Cao Shuwei and Jiang Cheng stared at Mu Junjie even wider.In fact, these are very simple for Mu Junjie. Mu Junjie has always been good at analyzing and finding problems in details. He can infer many guesses just from a person's clothing.Facing the ghost-like eyes of Cao Shuwei and Jiang Cheng, Mu Junjie suddenly restrained his expression, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I won't discriminate against this kind of relationship."

what relationship?Jiang Cheng didn't understand why.Cao Shuwei's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Yan, you think too much."

"Yeah." Mu Junjie nodded hurriedly, but his smile was even more ambiguous than when Cao Shuwei said that Mu Junjie was a "wonderful person" just now, "I thought too much." Don't worry, Mr. Cao, I will never say anything about it."

It's worse if you don't say it than straight up, okay? !The officials next to them with thoughtful, original expressions have completely lost their minds, haven't they?

Cao Shuwei was aggrieved but couldn't explain it, so he simply flicked his sleeves and led Jiang Cheng, who was still in a daze, to leave.

Unexpectedly, the frivolous one just left and another bright and sad one came.Yu Yan, as a sixth-rank official who took the exam for six or seven years and was not promoted for six or seven years, always felt that he was talented but underappreciated. Under Mu Junjie's polite compliments, Even more eloquently sighed, "I think I studied hard in the cold window, and my literary talent was so extraordinary that no one could understand..."

Yu Yan nagged for a long time before finishing, Mu Junjie's forehead began to hurt, and he couldn't help but slowly comforted him: "Master Yu, don't feel sad, everyone has times when they are not understood, I even worry that I will live my whole life so lonely and self-admired. But it’s okay, you don’t care, just live the life you have now, continue to do what you like to do, don’t care whether others can understand or not.... Then, after ten years, you will be will find out—”

Mu Junjie paused, "What you worried about turned out to be true."

Yu Yan was waiting for Mu Junjie's last sentence with full expectation, but when this sentence was finished, her eyes widened.The other officials around also widened their eyes, but they were holding back their laughter.

There were many people who praised him, but there were also many people who were not convinced. Zhao Heng, the youngest son of the Fuguo General's family, was one of them.How Zhao Heng thought Mu Junjie was not pleasing to the eye, but he looked left and right but couldn't find any flaws in him, so he could only cast a disdainful glance at Mu Junjie: "Such a beautiful color, wearing it on your body is not good enough. It's ugly and doesn't fit at all."

Mu Junjie was still wearing the bright red No. [-] Scholar gown. On the surface, this sentence was referring to color, but it implied that Mu Junjie was not worthy of being the No. [-] Scholar.Mu Junjie was still dealing with a bunch of officials surrounding him who refused to leave. He was already impatient in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face.After hearing Zhao Heng's light words, he followed the voice and looked up.

At this look, his eyes stopped on Zhao Heng and did not leave.

Zhao Heng and Na looked at each other, their hearts skipped a beat.

What kind of gaze is this?

Zhao Heng was born noble, and his age was almost the same as Mu Junjie's. He had never met someone looking at him with such focused, pure and undisguised eyes.How can you look at others with such impoliteness in public?He didn't feel ashamed, and he blushed for him.

But, he actually... actually started to blush a little? !

Zhao Heng couldn't help but said angrily: "What are you looking at?!"

Mu Junjie almost guessed Zhao Heng's identity from his clothes, and there was a tinge of teasing in his tone: "In the world where the status is low, but can attract the attention of the noble son of the world, he even pays attention to the details of what kind of clothes I wear. The color is more suitable, my son..."

Mu Junjie took a step closer to Zhao Heng, the corners of his raised lips were as elegant as fireworks in March, and his glazed eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to me?"

"...You!" Zhao Heng's face turned redder instantly, and he didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

Mu Junjie's tone seemed to be distressed and apologetic, and he pulled Cao Shuwei into the water again: "However, although I said just now that I don't discriminate against the relationship between Master Cao and Master Jiang, I have absolutely no interest in it, so you should still give up."

"You, you!!..." Zhao Heng pointed at Mu Junjie, so angry that he was speechless.

Cao Shuwei, who is dignified and dignified in private, but acts like a fool in private, Yu Yan, who is normal on weekdays but can't stand anyone if he complains, Zhao Heng, who is so arrogant and domineering at a young age that everyone can't avoid him. The three people who are recognized as the most difficult to deal with have been defeated by Mu Junjie one after another, and no one dares to provoke this new champion of science and martial arts, and after this night, Mu Junjie's reputation for poisonous tongue is also inexplicable was set.

The crowd around Mu Junjie finally became less and less, but there was commotion on the other side of Qionglin Banquet.

It is an unwritten practice to be challenged in public after winning the number one scholar. This time Zheng Kai, the eldest son of Zheng Taishi, wanted to "ask" Lin Xuxing, the number one scholar in liberal arts. Everyone immediately went to watch, and Mu Junjie was also crowded by the crowd.

Although Zheng Kai has not been an official, he is quite talented, but his eyes are too high above the top.Lin Xuxing did not rush, "I wonder how Mr. Zheng should 'ask'?"

"During the Cao Wei period, Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps. Since Mr. Lin is the number one scholar, he must be able to write poems without seven steps. I happen to have a lot of propositions here. You might as well write poems in seven steps according to the titles. Let me learn Study, how?"

The only blame is that Lin Xuxing is the student recommended by Prime Minister Zuo, and Prime Minister Zuo and the Taishi have always been at odds, and they would confront each other whenever they had the opportunity. In a blink of an eye, someone had already handed over the proposition that Zheng Kai had written in advance, but Lin Xuxing turned to the side to watch Mu Junjie, "Sounds very interesting, I wonder if Mr. Yan would like to play with me?"

A playful character is already slapping Zheng Qi in the face, but Lin Xuxing invited a martial arts champion to participate in the literary competition, which made Zheng Qi even more ugly.Mu Junjie looked at Lin Xuxing up and down for a long time, and agreed: "It does sound interesting, okay."

So the two turned to Zheng Kai under the astonished eyes of everyone, "Let's make a question."

Zheng Kai picked up the first sheet in a stack of papers, and saw that it read: Autumn.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Zhao Shu just took a few steps into the Qionglin Banquet when he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the front left, Xu Fuqing, the chief eunuch, yelled several times but Zhao Shu couldn't bring himself back to his senses, so he couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Your Highness , what's wrong with you?"

The sky had already darkened, and the entire Qionglin Garden was lit up with palace lanterns, one after another, as bright as day.The fine dust flutters and floats in the light, the young man is tall and tall, handsome and timeless, just the back view is enough to fascinate people.It seems that just waiting for a look back, the whole picture scroll will be overwhelmed in an instant.

This is the second time Zhao Shu stared silently at Mu Junjie's back. The last time was in Jinling two years ago, when Mu Junjie was talking at the Wanhualou poetry reception. He was standing by the railing on the second floor, a young man The back view easily shook his whole heart.

Without seeing the young man's face, Zhao Shu can be sure that the other party is Mu Junjie, because there is only one person who can make his heart move from the beginning to the end.

It is the season of autumn, and the topic of autumn is very appropriate. Lin Xuxing only took four steps and said: "Drunk and patted the green shirt to cherish the old fragrance, and the sky will leave the hatred and anger. Autumn grass grows on the mosque every year, every day From the building to the sunset."

Mu Junjie also took four steps, and said softly: "Kunming Chishui Han Shigong, Emperor Wu's flag is in his eyes. The loom of the loom is full of moonlit night, and the scales of stone whales move the autumn wind."

One is leisurely and unrestrained, and the other is bold and unrestrained, which are clearly fine works. Under the admiration of everyone, Zheng Kai's face is even more ugly, but he heard Lin Xuxing earnestly and humbly saying to others: "Where is it? Mr. Zheng's title is too simple, this word can be written by a three-year-old child, it's really not that my poem is well done."

Anyone can see that those topics were all written by Zheng Qi himself. Lin Xuxing's words were so bloodless that no blood was drawn. Everyone finally realized that this year's new science and military champions are all perverted and poisonous tongues, and they are not easy to mess with.

The author has something to say: Note: The verses in this chapter are quoted from the Internet.