The Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness of Crossing

A word shocked all four.

Everyone looked at her in unison.

The good show was being sung in full swing, but there was something wrong with it... Zhao Jue said with a gloomy face, "You wrote it?"

Yuan Cuixiao nodded nonchalantly: "Yes."

"Cuixiao, you have to think about it clearly." Zhao Jue's eyes were burning, and he said each word, "You really wrote it?"

Yuan Cuixiao met his gaze, without flinching, and said loudly: "That's right, it was written by my daughter."

Zhao Jue laughed angrily: "What are you writing this for?"

Yuan Cuixiao said boldly: "Ye-father also said just now, did the phoenix seek the phoenix?" After saying that, he stood up, raised his finger and said to Ding Zhaohui, "Here, it is him. Mr. Ding is both talented and beautiful. My daughter fell in love with her at first sight and decided to Take the initiative to attack."

All eyes turned to Ding Zhaohui.

Zhao Jue didn't believe it, he narrowed his eyes and said, "You and him don't usually see each other face to face, so how do you plan to deliver these things?"

Yuan Cuixiao replied calmly: "My daughter was entrusted by Sister Mudan's envoy - Jia Hui, to hand it over on her behalf. I don't think this little girl is so disappointing that she hasn't been delivered to Mr. Ding yet. She is pinching her in the back garden. It’s a flower, but I lost Shipa.”

Zhao Jue really wanted to kill her with his sword, so he snorted coldly and continued to ask: "What did you write on it? Why did you use someone else's embroidered handkerchief?"

Yuan Cuixiao rolled her eyes and replied: "Didn't foster father let Sister Mudan teach my daughter how to sew? I picked a lot of embroidered handkerchiefs from her to look like. I wanted to give Mr. Ding to embroider it myself, but my daughter embroidered it." It was slow and unattractive, so I had to use Sister Peony's embroidered handkerchief instead. I wrote a lot of pieces at once, and I planned to send one every two days, until Mr. Ding accepted it." , glanced around the banquet, and saw that everyone's faces were broken, but Ding Zhaohui, who was at the center of the storm, looked quite calm.She took a deep breath and read in cadence, "The poems I wrote. It's like a demon. I want to know you and live forever. I also wish to be a lovebird in the sky and a Lianli branch in the ground. That's it. and so on."

Zhao Jue was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he said sullenly: "It seems that you have done well in poetry and literature recently! Besides these, is there anything else?"

"Father's enlightenment. The master also said that my daughter will benefit a lot from studying." Yuan Cuixiao glanced at Shen Zhongyuan sideways, thinking: You are far away from the dry shore, and my side is full of stuffy water, love poetry wants How can I break it if I can't come out... After searching my stomach, I finally got another sentence, "cough cough", cleared my throat and said, "You are the wind and I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world."

With a "hiss", someone made a slight gasp.

Yuan Cuixiao's resentful eyes followed the sound: Brother Mouse, I don't study much, so don't laugh at me...

Zhao Jue knocked on the table and asked: "This sentence sounds strange, but who made it?"

After eating an egg, I still want to ask which chicken laid the egg, do you need it... Yuan Cuixiao sneered, and it's not easy to tell him that it was Grandma Qiong Yao... She laughed, her eyes casually met with Shen Zhongyuan, who was standing silently by the side, met him, and saw his highly alert face, which looked like a "fireproof, anti-theft, anti-panda", so he deliberately dragged him into the sewer: "This... my daughter can't remember clearly, maybe it was made by Mrs. Shen." " After saying that, he covered his mouth and gloated at Shen Zhongyuan.

Zhao Jue thumped the table angrily: "Master Shen!"

Shen Zhongyuan only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and suddenly one head became two bigger, he turned around apprehensively, raised his hands and saluted, and said as if facing a big enemy: "The subordinate is here."

Zhao Jue stood up abruptly, pointed at Yuan Cuixiao, with a heartbroken expression on his face: "Look at it! Look at it! This king is a good daughter, but you taught her to be like this!"

The situation during the banquet was full of twists and turns. With Yuan Cuixiao's intervention, the style of painting changed to a weird route. Facing Xiao Zhuge, who was attacked by King Xiangyang's arrogance, everyone couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Yuan Cuixiao clicked her tongue: This fake father moved quickly... He glanced at Shen Zhongyuan sympathetically: Master, you have to stand up...

Such a wonderful way to protect the short-term, you are a majestic county king... Shen Zhongyuan said with a stiff expression: "I don't dare to be a subordinate, I hope the prince will see clearly."

"What's the secret investigation?!" Zhao Jue glared at him, shook his sleeve vigorously, and concluded the case: "There are both personal and material evidence, and you cannot deny it. I ask you, do you know you are wrong?"

Shen Zhongyuan didn't know where he was wrong, but he knew that today's scapegoat was a scapegoat, he was determined... bowed down and said: "This subordinate knows."

Zhao Jue nodded in satisfaction: "Since you know your mistake, do you accept the punishment?"

Zhao, you are enough... Shen Zhongyuan raised his eyes and said, "Please show me, my lord."

Zhao Jue sat down calmly and said: "Then fine half a year's salary." Looking to the left and right, he waved his hand and ordered, "Come on, quickly drag the two of them to the table."

Is this the end?That's great, we don't have to be punished... Yuan Cuixiao was overjoyed, her smile was about to escape from the corner of her mouth, she hurriedly raised her hands to cover most of her face, and only peeped at Zhao Jue's expression from between her fingers.

Zhao Jue was looking at her, and gestured to wipe her neck, Yuan Cuixiao shrank her neck in fright, and left the hall in a hurry without waiting for the attendant to come to pick it up.

Zhao Jue sighed at her back, raised his wine glass again, and said to the stunned crowd: "My righteous daughter has suffered a head injury, and her words and deeds are a bit different from ordinary people. Don't be as knowledgeable as her, come on." , let's continue drinking."

The night outside the hall is as deep as ink, and when you look up you can see the stars but not the moon.The breeze in the corridor was blowing leisurely, Yuan Cuixiao sat on the railing, dangling her legs, humming happily: "You are the wind...I am the sand...lingering...to the end of the world..."

Shen Zhongyuan leaned against a pillar, stood with his hands crossed, looked at someone who was almost a demon, and said helplessly: "Where did you come from, you are the wind and I am the sand? From my point of view, it is clear that you are the lunatic and I am the fool. "

Yuan Cuixiao laughed loudly: "Master, you are so talented!"

Shen Zhongyuan looked at her reproachfully and said, "It's a shame that you can still laugh. The teacher's salary for half a year was ruined by a single word from you. Take a look and see how you can pay for it."

"Ouch!" Yuan Cuixiao jumped down from the railing, walked quickly to Shen Zhongyuan, and said with a devilish expression, "Master! You actually talked about money with me?! Which of us is talking about money? Isn't it vulgar? How hurtful!"

The black line on Shen Zhongyuan's forehead was reborn, and he rubbed his temples and said, "You've got it. Talking about money hurts feelings, and talking about feelings hurts money. Master, I'm just a layman. If you're good, I'll go to the temple to find it."

When I returned to the garden, it was already midnight, and after tossing and tossing on the table for a long time, Yuan Cuixiao felt very sleepy, she took off her hairpin, and wanted to wash up and go to sleep.Suddenly I heard that Chunliu came to report: After the banquet, the prince did not return to his residence to rest, but moved to the garden.

Yuan Cuixiao suddenly remembered that when Zhao Jue was about to leave the hall, the gesture of killing a chicken and wiping her neck, she was panicked and dozed off.Just as Zhao Jue was walking into the courtyard, he hurriedly got down: "Daughter sees foster father."

Normally, Zhao Jue would definitely hold her hand and lead her into the house together, but today is different, his hands are folded in his sleeves, his face is covered with frost, his sharp eyes are cut like knives come over.

Yuan Cuixiao flinched under his stare, and whispered: "Father, you're alright..."

"With a daughter like you, how can I be safe as a father." Zhao Jue stretched out a hand, knocked on her forehead, and ordered, "Follow me to the study."

Yuan Cuixiao pressed her head, bared her teeth and cracked her mouth in response: "Yes, yes."

Zhao Jue sat down in front of the desk, flipped through the first few books, and saw a volume of "Book of Songs" among them, and said to Yuan Cuixiao: "Bring me the calligraphy you have practiced recently."

It's broken... Isn't this fake father going to check the handwriting... Yuan Cuixiao took out a stack of writing pads from the bookshelf, handed it to Zhao Jue nervously, and said shyly, "Writing, it's not good..."

Zhao Jue gave her a blank look, and lowered his head to read the paper: "You are quite sensible at the moment. Since you know that the writing is not good, why do you dare to draw a lot of symbols and give them away?" Looking at her, he said, "You just Don't worry at all, your two bad words scare away your sweetheart? Have you considered his feelings? "

This fake father is really slanderous... Yuan Cuixiao was so damaged by him that he wished he could find a piece of tofu and smash him to death, so he said bravely, "He...he hasn't sent it out yet."

"That's also an attempt." Zhao Jue put down the paper, tapped on the desk and said, "I'm asking you for my father, do you know what's wrong?"

Yuan Cuixiao drooped her head and said, "Daughter knows."

Zhao Jue snorted and said, "Then tell me, what's wrong?"

Yuan Cuixiao said in a rather indignant way: "My daughter's biggest mistake is that she has been entrusted to someone who is not a person. That girl Jiahui is really unreliable."

Just as Zhao Jue was about to get angry, he flicked his sleeves and raised the paper on the case, and suddenly found that there were paintings mixed with it, so he couldn't help but take a closer look at it curiously.I saw that the painting was very scribbled, and the faces of the characters were also blurred, presumably it was a work of graffiti.However, the man in the painting wears a high crown on his head and a brocade ribbon, which is exactly the same as the clothes he wore in the army that day.Thinking of this, my heart softened, I folded two stacks of drawing paper, put them into my sleeves, got up and walked to Yuan Cuixiao, flicked her forehead again, and said with a smile: "You are just relying on I spoil you."

Are you going to kill my old lady... Yuan Cuixiao shuddered all over her body, and said in a panic, "My daughter knows her mistake. My daughter shouldn't be proud of being favored. Please punish her foster father."

"That's fine, small punishments and big warnings." Zhao Jue nodded gratifiedly, took her hand, patted it lightly, "Go and copy the opening chapter of "Book of Songs", "Guan Sui", a hundred times. Remember, 'My fair lady, a gentleman is so good.' Don't do it the other way around next time."