[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

The No. [-] Scholar was given to the sixth-rank Hanlin Academy for editing and writing, and the second place Tanhua was awarded to the Seventh-rank Imperial Academy for review.

At the Qionglin Banquet, when the emperor sat down to talk with a group of Jinshi who were about the same age, the courtiers who attended the banquet suddenly realized that in this palace examination, the oldest candidates who were selected were not even younger than Forty, more often in their twenties, when they are young and full of vigor and can flex their muscles.

Especially Yijia, Lin Ruiyang 25, Wang Erlie 21, Bi Yuan [-], we can clearly see Yongjue's plan in employing people.

"Your Majesty, this is..." a courtier whispered.

"Don't bully young people to be poor!" The other nodded, secretly glad that he took the exam a few years earlier, otherwise he would have been rejected.

E Rong'an picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then smiled clearly.

A wise young man makes the country wise, a strong young man makes the country strong, and a young man who is virtuous in all directions is virtuous in all directions... It is a pity that the mother Bi was not reincarnated as a man with such deafening and passionate words of awakening the world.

Yong Jue announced a new regulation at the banquet. From the early years of Yanchang, all Jinshi, those who performed well in the palace examination can directly enter the Sixth Division or the Hanlin Academy, and the rest need to study in the academy related to the Sixth Division. The examination is conducted once a year, and Jinshi who passes a certain subject with excellence and other subjects can be employed in the corresponding department.

The eyes of everyone at the scene immediately became hot, regardless of status or status, as long as they have talents and learning, they can be reused. This is much better than before, struggling in the Imperial Academy for three years without knowing whether there is a future.

Of course the students from poor families think it is good, and the children from the aristocratic families have nothing to say, they can't admit that they have no ability to pass the examination, can they?

No matter what you think in your heart, those families who claim to be a scholarly family all clap their hands and praise the wisdom of today.

Sooner or later, he will replace some people in the court who are not pleasing to the eye!

Yong Jue raised the corners of his mouth proudly, there are many brilliant talents in the world, but in the past dynasties, most of the people who can really make a name for themselves in the officialdom are the second and third best.

Yong Rong read the Four Books and Five Classics thoroughly, and Yong Rong was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it was he Aixinjueluo Yongjue who finally ascended to the throne.

What does it mean?

In the words of Hajilan-reading is a top goal! ㄟ (▔, ▔)ㄏ After the banquet, it was natural to ride horses and parade through the streets.

Lin Ruiyang led the way, riding a good Mongolian horse, surrounded by soldiers from the Vanguard Battalion, clearing the way with a guard of honor, leaving the palace through the main gate of the imperial road, and walking on the main street in the center of the capital. Full of onlookers.

Passers-by rush forward in a hurry, they are ordinary people who come to see what the new champion of the new department looks like, so that they can go back and tell the children in school.

Dressed in dazzling bright red, riding a BMW, Lin Ruiyang straightened his back and nodded to everyone with a smile. Facing the bright spring, he was more gentle than jade, more delicate than flowers, delicate in appearance, indistinguishable from male and female, and his black star eyes shone with tiny gleams. The light, with an elegant and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, like a beauty walking out of an ancient scroll, made many people lose their souls and hearts at once.

"The number one scholar is so handsome!" Everyone praised.

"That's right, that's what Pan An is, right?" The people next to him echoed.

"How can a big man grow up like this, let a woman live..." The unattractive man rubbed his handkerchief, full of resignation.

In the small room on the second floor of the Zhuangyuan Building, a few girls with different characteristics, whether quiet or beautiful, looked at the handsome young man bathed in the sun, lowered their eyebrows, covered their hot faces, and couldn't lift their heads shyly.

An old lady with hair full of silver hair laughed and teased them: "It's a pity that my grandchildren are young, otherwise they would have been settled."

Another middle-aged woman answered: "That's right, all the girls in the Duke's mansion are good, and the old lady will wait for her children and grandchildren to enjoy all the happiness in the future."

"Baochai is not bad either. She is dignified and dignified at such a young age, she is much smarter than these lively girls in our family." The well-behaved young woman standing next to her shrugged self-mockingly, "Pity me for a burnt paper, I don't even have the face to stand with my sisters."

"Your spicy food is really choking!" Aunt Xue laughed more and more happily.

Jia Lian sat in the corner, drinking tea in silence, not intending to get involved in this self-righteous topic at all, Jia's family is the coater of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Xue's family is a businessman, those Jinshi are stupid and would not marry a girl of such background .

It's ridiculous that these female family members miss the brilliance of the four major families in Jinling all day long, and this is even more so after the canonization in Yuanchun.

Thanks to him understanding quickly, he took refuge in the emperor early on, now that he is studying in the academy for two more years, he might be able to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs in the future!

In the Longyuan Building, Yong Jue, who came out with a group of children who could run and jump, leaned against the window, his eyes lingered on Lin Rui's beautiful face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Hai Lancha, what do you mean by my love?" How about Zhuangyuanlang and Pan Anbi?"

Someone standing behind Yong Jue like a pillar said, "The emperor's vision is naturally good."

"You idiot," Yong Jue glared at him resentfully, "It's getting more and more boring..."

"The emperor wants to know when the servant is interesting?" Hai Lancha moved closer and whispered in his ear.

Yong Jue hastily turned his head to look out the window, and stopped talking, only his slightly red skin revealed his true thoughts.

Hai Xiaoshou's new skill: molesting the emperor get√

Someone who succeeded in the sneak attack grinned and remained silent.

Yong Jue could see countless handkerchiefs, flowers, and purses flying out of the nearby windows, and the pampered girls blushed and rounded their arms and threw things out, hoping to hit the handsome man.

There were even some people who lost fruit. They were not small, and the poor Zhuangyuan Lang had nowhere to hide, and he was hit several times.

Yong Jue suddenly became interested, pulled out the flower branches decorated in the private room, raised his hand, and the delicate and beautiful red fell accurately into Lin Ruiyang's arms.

Those are not ordinary flowers, but craftsmen with ingenuity and ingenuity cut the red crystal into crystal clear petal-shaped slices, and twisted strands of gold wires to make the branches and leaves. It is very luxurious and not light in weight.

"Oh my, why does my Zhuangyuan Lang's pretty face look like it's been painted with ink?" Yong Jue slammed the window frame, laughing.

Lin Xiaoshou, who was molested by his immediate boss: "..." Can we still have a pleasant walk around the street?

In the room, a few little ones were fighting.

Mianheng jumped into the arms of his dear Ama, avoided Bushunda's clutches, and screamed strangely: "Eldest sister, how can you marry after you are so fierce!"

Bu Shunda blushed: "You brat, say it again! See if I'll expose you!"

Mian Heng raised his eyebrows, and replied bluntly: "It means that Er Niang is not here, so you dare to be arrogant, let Er Niang hear this... Humph, big sister, Er Niang punished you for copying "The Rules for Women" fifty times the day before yesterday. Have you started writing yet?"

Mian Heng, who couldn't speak eloquently, Bushunda stomped his feet and called out coquettishly, "Ama~~look at my second brother!"

Youyou looked back, Yong Jue lightly scratched her daughter's nose: "Why, if you can't bully others, you can go to Ama?"

Bu Shunda raised his head and nodded seriously: "Sister Genggen said that the daughter is Amma's caring little padded jacket, and men will only marry prodigal daughters-in-law to make trouble. The daughter is here to share the worries and educate the younger brother for Amma."

Contrary to the expectations of the boys, Yong Jue actually nodded, and said rather depressedly: "That's right, my daughter married after two years of pain, my son will only make trouble today and climb over the wall tomorrow, and marry a wife to build a house, sooner or later Spending all my private treasury, but not even knowing how to make clothes for me, raising a bunch of sons is too bad."

Aixinjueluo·Losing money·Mian Heng burst into tears, Brother Nine, your three views are not correct, don't you want to bring bad master's Ama into success?

That's right, you read that right, the Nine Dragons Crossing Army has added another one - Yinzhen, the Ninth Prince of the Holy Ancestor.

Now she is the eldest daughter of Prince Jian, her boudoir name is more rooted, which means gentle and quiet.

The frail little girl couldn't resist the wind and cold three years ago, but in exchange for this perverse and self-willed girl who clamored to establish a society of femininity and ruined how many girls from the Aixinjueluo family were not ashamed but proud. Lord.

Taking the children along the road, eating some snacks, and teasing the little beauty, Yong Jue returned to the palace contentedly.

It was night, and he sat in the Fubiting and drank to his heart's content.

After Qianlong's unremitting rest and recuperation, there were pavilions in the imperial garden.Independent, exquisite and well-organized, dense and dense, changing scenery every step of the way, it is too beautiful to behold.

Facing the moonlight, the handsome young man with a lean and strong body held the wine jug high. The clear amber liquid fell into the mouth in a graceful arc. Wet clothes.

After drinking the pot of wine in one gulp, Yong Jue raised his hand, and with a thud, the valuable white jade pot just settled down in the pool.

That unrestrained and heroic Fenghua directly called Hai Lancha, who had come to search for someone, and was dumbfounded.

"Hai Lancha, come and drink with me." Yong Jue waved.

"How much did you drink?" Hailancha stepped forward quickly, looking at the wine bottles rolling around in the pavilion.

"Hehe, look down on me?" Yong Jue waved his hands carelessly, "Forgot that I brought down those drunkards in the infantry battalion with you back then? How can I say that I am also a person who never gets drunk!"

Well, sanity is a little unclear, Hai Lancha said silently.

"The weather is just getting warmer, why don't you drink some hot bar?" He sat next to the emperor, holding down the wine bottle he handed to his mouth.

Yong Jue gave him a dissatisfied look: "There's so much nonsense, why don't you stop drinking?"

He took the jar of wine with kindness, Hai Lancha raised his head and drank it dry, frowned and said, "Burning the knife? Why did you drink strong wine, Your Majesty?"

"Zhen, I'm happy..." Yongjue raised the wine bottle and shook it, and laughed loudly, "My Chunwei, my students, all of them are good, and they will be the pillars of the Qing Dynasty in the future, my love Qing ah!"

"Congratulations to the emperor's wishes come true, I respect you." Hai Lancha raised the wine jar.

"Okay! Well said! Sooner or later, I will make my wishes come true!" Yong Jue raised his head and laughed loudly, "Those who tricked me secretly and those who refused to accept me, I will remember them all, and the future will last forever!"

In a state of half-drunk and half-awake, holding Hai Lancha's shoulder, he couldn't help confiding in his heart: "Just wait and see, I am not lacking in patience, this world is in my hands, and they will never want to go back! What kind of adopted son of the late emperor?" The way is wrong, fart, I won, that's it!"

"Yongxuan is not convinced, and the Kong family refuses to accept it, so what?"

"Sooner or later, I will let them know that only I, and only I, in the Aixinjueluo family is worthy of being the Nine-Five Supreme!"

How could Hai Lancha not know the hardships of Yongjue in the past few months, the lights of Qianqing Palace were brightly lit almost every night, and when he looked closely, he couldn't hide the blood in his eyes at all, and he still had to force himself to deal with political affairs.

Such exhaustion every day, even the iron body will not be able to hold on, and it is not without precedent that the emperor died of illness in the copybook.

Why don't you let His Majesty get drunk tonight and get a good night's sleep?

After making up his mind, Chief Inspector Hailan sighed and did not dissuade him anymore. He handed over another jar of wine and said in a low voice, "I wish the emperor will be determined, the internal affairs will be clear, and the world will return to one's heart."

Yong Jue patted him with a smile all over his face: "I'll leave it to you to expand the territory, my great general?"

Looking at the face in front of her with piercing eyes, slightly raised lip line, moist...

Hai Lancha swallowed unconsciously, and promised in a low voice: "The slave will always be the sword in your hand, and will fight everywhere for you."

After drinking heartily, Yong Jue finally collapsed.

Carrying the drunken emperor back to Qianqing Palace, walked into the inner room, wiped his face, Yong Jue turned his head and let out a pleasant nasal sound.

After changing the clothes stained with alcohol, Hailancha leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly.

Without the world-shattering talent for governing the country, and without the power of a wealthy family, Hailancha can't give you anything else except a heart and this life.

Yingxian, I have already figured out my own path, I hope you can be a famous king, and I will be your horse, your long sword, open up your territory for you, and help you achieve hegemony...

I want you to see your country and always remember Hailancha!

The wheat-colored skin was congested with blood. Hai Lancha gently wiped the drunken emperor's body with a hot handkerchief, changed into obscene clothes, and then heaved a sigh of relief. He looked down at the small tent that he had already set up high. Embarrassed low cough.

"Take it..." A female voice came out suddenly.

With a sudden jump in his heart, Hai Lancha's scorching hardness was suddenly softened by fright (...), he turned around suddenly, and was shocked and flustered to find that the voice was Hajilan, the head of the Qianqing Palace.

"Mother Bi, I, no, the emperor..." Hai Lancha explained with a guilty conscience.

"Okay, okay, why are you so nervous, do you think that the servants of the Qianqing Palace have all flown to the sky?" Hajilan waved impatiently, and gave him the things, not reassuring. Said, "The two bottles are for the person below. The blue one expands before that. If it hurts the back, use the white one after finishing. The bathroom is on the left. Hot water is always available. Those albums You haven't thought about it too much, have you?"

Hai Lancha's not-so-fair face suddenly changed color, it was so red that it almost bleeds, and the hand holding the porcelain bottle was shaking like chaff, and she couldn't move her mind, so she said, "You, you...this... ..."

When she was about to leave, Hajilan stopped suddenly and turned her head with a sinister smile: "Remember to clean it up, or you will have a stomachache."

Hai Lancha nodded indiscriminately regardless of whether he heard it or not, eagerly tore off his clothes, threw them on the ground, knelt on the dragon bed, lowered the curtain tremblingly, and was about to pluck up the courage to kiss him, but he didn't know whether he was gone or not. The person who was leaving poked his head out again, and laughed: "You can call if you want, the palace people have gone far away, and you will never hear them."

Hai Lancha: "..."

Panting deeply, Hailancha stroked his sweetheart's face with his big hands. He knew that once he let himself go, the relationship between the two would never return to the way it was before.

But, I'm really not reconciled, I can only worship him from a distance, look forward to him, see him hugging his children, wives and concubines with a smile on his face, and casually teasing and calling him "My Great General", he also hopes to get him?

Just because she is a woman, she can look at him with admiring eyes, hug him, bear children for him, and say love to him...

Hailancha felt that he couldn't take it anymore, so he just took it as a dream, even once.

He leaned down and unbuttoned Yong Jue's obscene clothes, his longing eyes swept over him, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes were closed tightly, not as frivolous as in the daytime, his thin lips were pursed, but a little gentle, as if he had put aside all the troubles. Troublesome things, in dreams, it is said that men with peach blossoms are romantic, and men with thin lips are fickle, Hai Lancha thinks it is very true.

This man is not satisfied with more than a dozen harem beauties and former favorites, and he still misses that boy who is more beautiful than a woman.

Speaking of which, Lin Ruiyang, who is so hot and beautiful, doesn't he have a sense of crisis?

A courtier who looks like a good woman, and an emperor who has no integrity... Thinking about it, I don't think it's a good thing!

Hai Lancha thought angrily, and tore off the last piece of fabric from Yong Jue's body.

The line of sight shifts slowly——

The slender neck, fair skin, smooth muscles, two points on the chest, the firm and tight abdomen, and the blood-pulling mermaid line all attracted Hai Lancha to sink in desire.

Soaring above the opponent, he propped his hands on the pillow, pressed his lips against the softness with rapid breathing, sucked and gnawed fascinatedly, opened his teeth with his dexterous tongue and broke in, entangled without any rules, a strand of silver The thread meanders down from the corner of the mouth.

Then gradually move down, kissing him carefully, neck, Adam's apple, collarbone, chest, the other hand is not idle, moving around to light the fire, rubbing the lower abdomen with the callused big hand... Go down, hold The man's weak point, the fingernails were twisted, slowly moving up and down.

Even in a drunken dream, Yong Jue still felt it, and reacted quickly, his breathing became heavy, and he frowned impatiently.

Hai Lancha scooped out the blue porcelain bottle, picked out a piece of paste with his index finger, and sent it to his back. The cold object made him shrink back unconsciously. He looked down at the sleeping man. Fingers, spread as evenly as possible.

His movements were very jerky, and he was trembling badly. It took a lot of time to expand until the three fingers could barely move in and out on their own.

With a soft breath, Hai Lancha knelt on Yong Jue's body and said softly, "Your Majesty, let the slave serve you?"

Of course, someone cannot answer.

Hai Lancha smiled slyly, and said decisively: "If you don't say anything, the slave will take you for it."

After finishing speaking, he raised his body slightly, supported Yong Jue's increasingly hard burning heat, and slowly sat down.

The two groaned at the same time.

With the hot feeling, Hai Lancha gasped in pain, but refused to give up, controlling himself to move in and out shallowly, and when it was finally not so tight, he closed his eyes and relaxed himself, sank to the deepest point, he even The sound of something being mercilessly torn apart can be heard.

"Convex (゜皮゜メ) damn it!" Twitching in pain, Hai Lancha cursed in a low voice, only then realized that some things can't be learned from a picture book.

After he got used to it, he moved slowly, one at a time, and sank down hard until the deepest point.

The thing was hot and hard, and it made him shudder.

I didn't know where I touched during the exercise, and my whole body went limp all of a sudden. Hailancha couldn't help but raised her neck and moaned softly.

If Yong Jue hasn't woken up at this point, then he can never be called a man.

The vague consciousness gradually came back, and a certain refreshing feeling made him wake up suddenly.

"Helancha?"

The man riding on him froze, and his back suddenly tightened. If it wasn't for his quick reaction, Yong Jue would have almost confessed.

Hai Lancha covered his eyes with trembling hands, and his voice became frightened: "Don't look..."

Yong Jue frowned, rubbing his temples: "What are you doing?"

Hai Lancha moved her lips, wanting to explain, but unwilling to accept a negative answer, she simply said in a fit of anger, "The slave is serving the emperor, I wonder if you are satisfied?"

The corners of Yong Jue's mouth twitched, and he helped his forehead: "Zhen..."

Hai Lancha hugged him tightly, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, Yingxian, don't push me away. Just this time, you have the right to dream, okay? What I, what I said is true, you Believe me once..."

Propping up his upper body, Yong Jue raised his chin, his eyes met: "I never believed in love."

"The servant knows." Hai Lancha said calmly.

"For my country, I can give up everything, including you."

"The servant knows." It was still a calm answer.

"Being my man, don't even think about leaving for the rest of my life! I will never allow it!" Yong Jue clasped Hai Lancha's throat with his backhand, and slowly tightened it. A sharp chill flashed in his eyes, "It's too late to repent now!"

Hai Lancha smiled suddenly: "The slave's life has long been yours, if you need it, just take it."

He suddenly leaned over and hugged Yong Jue, and said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty, this servant will never betray you. As long as it is something you want to do, this servant will accomplish it for you even if you die. This servant swears to the ancestors of the Doral family that you will never betray me." Let go, never leave you, even if the King of Hades comes to take your slave's life, this slave will crawl back to accompany you."

"do not regret……"

Yong Jue was silent for a while, pinched his chin, bit his lip fiercely, and clasped his waist with the other hand, and charged fiercely like a wolf.

Hai Lancha moaned a few times between her clenched teeth: "Ah... um... Your Majesty, slow down..."

"Slow down, is that so?" Yong Jue raised his eyebrows in interest, pulled out the hard ones, and twitched slightly back and forth in the O mouth without entering.

Already accustomed to the storm just now, it suddenly became gentle and gentle, which aroused Hai Lancha's lust even more. He straightened up uncontrollably, wanting to have a deeper contact.

"Is it slow enough?" Yong Jue asked in a low voice, biting his earlobe and licking it carefully.

"No... Hurry up..." Hai Lancha pursed her lips and hummed shyly.

"That's what you said!" Yong Jue grinned, clasped his waist with both hands, and started to move violently and wildly, pulling him down while pushing up hard, wishing to get into the deepest part and penetrate him body of.

There was no other feeling in the whole tunnel except burning heat and numbness. Hai Lancha couldn't hold it anymore, and gradually moaned intermittently: "Your Majesty, don't...too deep...um...slow down..."

"Come on, I thought I was slow just now!" Yong Jue sneered.

Clasp his hips with both hands, press hard when pushing in, and grind hard towards the most sensitive place.

"Your Majesty, I beg you... Let's get around the servant... It really can't be done... Ahh..." Hailancha's whole body twitched, with water dripping from the corners of his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

"Do you know what your appearance reminds me of?" Yong Jue smirked, teasing him, while reciting, "The officialdom is ruthless, but the harem is affectionate. Being a concubine every night, taking off your battle robes for cloud clothes, going down The dragon bed on the battlefield, the pearl splint, the red silk thread, and the hanging beam for three days ㄟ(▔, ▔)ㄏ”

Holding Xiao Hailancha and pinching her, Yong Jue sneered and said, "Let's see if you dare to take advantage of my unpreparedness!"

"Your majesty~~I know I'm wrong~~" Patronizing and begging for mercy, someone seems to have completely forgotten who is taking advantage of whom ╮(╯_╰)╭ Another round of new beginnings, Hai Lancha buried her head in the forever From Jue's neck, only faint moans could be heard.

The movement of the Qianqing Palace didn't stop until the sky began to turn white, knocking on the stiff calf, Hajilan stomped her feet, and covered her mouth with a sly smile: "I didn't expect that my little Yongjue is still a ghost, poor Hai Lancha, I won’t be able to get out of bed for a few days ╮(￣▽￣“)╭”

An angry growl came from the room: "Hajilan! You are listening to the wall again! "Women's Rules" has been copied a hundred times!!"