Sword cuts mountains and rivers

During the banquet, the strings of the zither were constantly on the line. First, the son of the imperial family was forced to compose the lyrics, and then the people dispersed.Many people came over to toast Ye Wanqing, Shizi Mian noticed this and stopped those people for him, he stayed at the banquet for a while and then went out.

Prince Mian's mansion is very big, he walked around to the pavilion near the lake, there was no one there, he felt someone following him from the moment he came out.

It was none other than Wan Huan who followed him.There was no one else here, Wan Huan poked his head out from behind the beams and pillars, and called him "sister-in-law" timidly.

Ye Wanqing beckoned, and Wan Huan came over, her eyes were bright, the little girl appeared more and more delicate, and she was very pleasing to see.

"What did you call me just now?"

His expression is not as gentle as before, but it can't be called blame. Wan Huan is still a little scary, after all, he is the eldest son who has never shown his face before.

Wan Huan called out "sister-in-law" again in a low voice.

"You should call me brother from now on."

Ye Wanqing sent the man away, he looked at Wan Huan and turned his head three times a step, staring at his face all the time, didn't he yell out "brother".

He blew the wind by the lake for a while, and soon returned to the banquet.There are many ways to play the banquets of these aristocratic sons, such as poems and crown swords. He is a newcomer for the first time, so it is inevitable that he will always be the center.

"A few days ago my father got a piece of jade from Xianmen. The jade is a thousand-year-old blood jade. I heard that it was taken from the Red Lotus Palace of the ghost king. Today, I will use the jade to reward you all. How about it?"

Prince Mian asked someone to present the thousand-year-old jade, and when the maid presented it, everyone took a breath.

Even if Ye Wanqing doesn't understand jade, he can tell that it is a very high-grade jade.The jade is crimson in color, translucent and exquisite, and there seems to be fine gilt surging inside, like poppy roses blooming in a pool of blood, with delicate flower branches in bud.

Ye Wanqing was not interested. He noticed that Feng Qingjiu couldn't move his eyes after the piece of jade was presented, and the other party's voice was soft and soft.

"Can I participate?"

Someone immediately echoed, "Of course it can. This is the first time for sake to join in the fun. We can't compete with swords, but we can compare with text."

"Competing with sake? He is famous for his talent. We may only lose if we compare with sake."

Someone suggested, "Your Majesty, do you want to try it? I think this jade suits you very well. It would be a pity if you don't take it."

The person who spoke just mentioned it casually. After all, he could see Ye Wanqing's lack of interest. He thought that the other party would not talk to him, but Ye Wanqing agreed.

"Okay." Ye Wanqing has a vivid memory for reading classics. If it comes to writing poetry, he may not be good at it, but poetry is not the only thing that compares to writing.

"I want to try too."

There was a strange atmosphere in the hall, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two were not in harmony, and Prince Mian soon broke the atmosphere and reconciled the situation.

"The two of you are together, today is quite lively. Is there anyone else? I only have one piece of this beautiful jade, and I only have one chance like this."

Most of the people were just watching the show, and some didn't want to participate. In the end, only Ye Wanqing and Feng Qingjiu were left.

"Since it's Biwen, let's follow our Jingzhou Palace Examination. The first round of the palace examination is to test scriptures and classics. The first thing to know about writing is to know hundreds of scriptures."

Mian Shizi is obviously good at these. He often conducts this kind of essay test. He himself had a dream of essay test in the past, so he said to the two, "I have Mr. Qianqiu's question paper here, so how about using this question as an assessment?"

Neither of them had any questions, Shizi Mian said, "There are eight questions in total, and you two have four chances to answer each. In the end, whoever answers the most classics will win."

The two threw the silver chopsticks separately, to see who threw the farthest who would be the first, and finally served the sake first.

Ye Wanqing was listening, and Shizi Mian asked the first question, "The history of the Immortal Sect is complicated and complicated. There is a common saying that 'the morning is a joy in front of the palace, and the evening is a red lotus with dry bones'. Why did you say that?"

"It means that when the sun rises in the morning, you can be happy in front of the temple, but when the sun sets, it turns into a dry bone of the Red Lotus Temple in the ghost world. It refers to the phenomenon of Kyushu when the fairy gate and the ghost world are in dispute, and human lives are like worthless during the war. belittle."

Feng Qingjiu: "In addition to this, there is another meaning. Human beings are neither human ghosts nor ghosts. When they are humans, they can be human beings. After death, they turn into beings in the ghost world. At that time, they are ghosts."

"If sake has such a fate, what should it do?"

Feng Qingjiu: "When you are alive, you will turn your sword around the southern sky, and you will use your heroic soul to protect Changping when you die."

There was a lot of discussion below, discussing how many points should be given for this answer, and the result of the discussion was to give full marks.

It was Ye Wanqing's turn, and Shizi Mian said, "There was a young woman in Ye City, because she was betrayed by a heartless person, her resentment could not be digested and turned into an evil spirit after her death, which ruined the good future of the heartless person, and then implicated and destroyed the whole city."

"She introspected in front of the Buddha. The Buddha once advised her to let go of her obsessions. Now that the city has been destroyed, it is hard to recover. All the evils and obstacles she committed are all written in the book of life and death."

"The world calls this the No. 19 lotus prison. The name of this prison is hard to get rid of. It harms others and oneself, and one thought can destroy countless beings."

"Ji Wuxuan, what do you think?"

This was a real story in Ye City back then, and it was incorporated into the classics of the immortal sect as a warning. Xiao Junlan even told him this allusion at that time. What did Xiao Junlan say at that time?

Xiao Junlan said, "He is a yellow beam crane, drinking wine with each other", which means that if you are willing to be a cloud crane in the dream of Huang Liang, drink wine with your neck, and the betrayal will be wiped out.

Ye Wanqing lowered her eyes and asked, "The grievances come from the heartbroken, why didn't the Buddha punish the heartbroken?"

This question seemed to be raised casually, Ye Wanqing calmed down, and answered in a satisfactory manner, "Resentment arises from resentment, and you can't let go of what you ask for. The Buddha said that suffering is one's own creation, and one should put aside resentment and not be disturbed by obsession." .”

"I am a guest of thousands of autumns, and I am a dust in the journey."

The young man is dressed in red and has bright eyes. His eyes are calm, his voice is clear and pleasant, and his appearance is too dazzling. It is easy for people to be confused by his appearance, making people think that he can really let go of resentment.

Next, the two of them each had three more questions. Both of them got full marks. The second round was an essay competition. Ye Wanqing didn't want to write, so he asked the guard beside him to write for him.

"The younger brother is not in good health yet? I was surprised when I heard the handwriting of the younger brother last time. I thought I could see it today. It's a pity."

Ye Wanqing didn't reply, it's not easy to change a person's handwriting, let him take time to practice handwriting every day...

He was so engrossed that he read an article.

The writing styles of the two are completely different. Bong Sake is full of warmth and hope, benevolent and kind like wanting to save the world.Ye Wanqing, on the other hand, was gloomy and condensed, and the temperament under the skin could be seen between the lines.

In this round, the two were tied again, and the last round was an allusion, an allusion from Kyushu, Mr. Mian picked some unpopular ones that no one knew about.

Thanks to Ye Wanqing's ability of never forgetting, he knew everything, he won this game completely, and finally the piece of jade was in his hands.

Ye Wanqing had someone put it away, and he was going to go back and give it to Jiang Yueji, Jiang Yueji should like this kind of jade.

Across the crowd, he could feel Feng Qingjiu's gaze, which was somewhat cool. If the sight could hurt someone, he must have been poked a few holes.

"Sake, don't be sad. He may have answered it by luck. This is a question posed by Mr. Qianqiu. The last one who answered all the allusions was Jingke champion."

"Yeah, sake... Then what about Xue Yu Shenshang, Bi Luo Huai lotus... I've never heard of this allusion."

Feng Qingjiu's face became even more ugly when he heard the words, his fingertips clenched the wheelchair tightly, and his wrists were bulging. The young man in red in the distance had obviously become the center of the banquet.

"Snow meets Shenshang, Biluo carries lotus root. The allusion comes from the biography of Liexian. It is rumored that there was a heavy snowfall in the world that was hard to see in a hundred years. On that day, the gods appeared, and Shenxing and Shangxing appeared at the same time. Huangquan, there are countless lotus flowers blooming on it."

"The end of the world may not be the end of this apartment. The road turns around, and a new life can be found in the severe cold."

Ye Wanqing's stay was about the same time, she was about to go back to the mansion, and she was still thinking about how to say no to Mr. Mian, but Mr. Mian insisted on dragging him to drink.

He didn't want to go, he caught a glimpse of a young man coming over, he looked a little familiar, it seemed to be the young man next to Feng Qingjiu.

"Ji Shizi, my master is waiting for you at the pavilion outside the lake."

Ye Wanqing happened to use this as an excuse to follow the people out, bypassing two trails, and saw Feng Qingjiu at the pavilion.

He was accompanied by guards, and Feng Qing kept his eyes on him since he appeared, and said to him, "Ji Shizi, I have something to ask you alone, can you dismiss the guards around you?"

Ye Wanqing thought for a while, and kept the guards at a distance where they could not hear but could come immediately.

He looked at Feng Qingjiu, but he didn't take a good look at the banquet. Now, it seems that Feng Qingjiu's complexion is much better than three years ago. He still looks sick, but his complexion is not that bad.

"What does Mr. Feng want to tell me?"

In the distance is an endless lake, with the rustling of pines, cypresses and bamboo leaves. Fengshen tried his best to restrain his emotions, and clenched the edge of the wheelchair with his palms.

"You are not dead... What are you doing when you come back? Do you want to continue to seduce the third brother?"

Feng Qingjiu's expression was slightly out of control, "Third brother and I have already engaged, if you want to show some face, you should know to stay away from him."

Ye Wanqing wanted to laugh, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and the feeling of being held in his heart resurfaced, making it hard for him to breathe.

"What is the fourth son talking about? You and I have never met before, but you can't let go because I won Biyu today?"

Ye Wanqing smiled, "Your third brother... you mean Xiao Junlan? Do you think everyone likes your third brother?"

He looked at Feng Qingjiu and let out a laugh in his voice, "Your third brother is not worthy of being my dog."

Seeing Feng Qingjiu's face turned pale, Ye Wanqing retreated a little in a leisurely manner, this is the treasure that the Xiao family holds in the palm of their hands, if they bump into each other, they may end up relying on him.

He can't stand it.

Seeing him turn around to leave, Feng Qingjiu grabbed his sleeve, Ye Wanqing frowned in disgust.

"You..." Feng Qingjiu pushed the wheelchair to catch up, "Stop."

"If you hurt third brother, I won't let you go."

Ye Wanqing always felt that Feng Qingjiu called him here, and it was abnormal if nothing happened. His wrist was grabbed, and the skin contact made him feel disgusted, so he subconsciously pushed him away.

"Why hasn't sake come back, are you sure you're here?"

Behind Feng Qingjiu was a long staircase, and when the boy was leading the people over, he pushed Feng Qingjiu like this, and Feng Qingjiu fell backwards.

Then rolled down the stairs.

The stone steps were dyed a deep red, Ye Wanqing took a look, there were quite a few people coming.

"Sake—"

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[ps: All the allusions and poems in this chapter are made up, please don't pay attention. 】