Ideals are beautiful, but reality is skinny!

Yang Shouwen fully understood the meaning of this sentence...

At noon, he followed Yang's arrangement and rested at home honestly.

I thought I could steal half a day of leisure, but I didn't expect that just after noon, Mingxiu brought Mingli to visit her.

"Silang, if you don't clean up your house at home, why are you here to do?"

When Yang Shouwen saw Mingxiu, he was very happy, but his mouth was filled with a disgusting tone.

Mingxiu was not polite either, and sat on the porch, without any of the styles behind the famous party.

"I don't have to worry about cleaning up the house. There are so many people sent to my family, and some people will work hard. I can't stand those trivial matters. Instead of causing trouble there, it's better to be leisurely here... By the way, mix Qingping and Lumenchun quickly."

Looking at his slutty appearance, Yang Shouwen couldn't laugh or cry.

"Dear Ming family, can you still have less wine?"

After saying that, the two of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Is this Qingnu?"

Mingxiu saw Yang Qingnu hiding behind Yang Shouwen and immediately showed a bright smile, "I am your brother's friend. I didn't bring any gifts when I came to visit this time. This bracelet is a specialty of Zhen La Kingdom, so I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, Mingxiu took out an jade bracelet from his pocket.

But no matter how he looked at his smile, he felt a sense of despicable aura.

Yang Shouwen was quick-witted and grabbed the jade, and said sternly: "I'll take it away, don't touch my sister's thoughts."

Yang Shouwen was so familiar with the look of "taking you to see the goldfish".

He decisively stopped Mingxiu, then handed the bracelet to Qingnu, and whispered: "Nunu stays away from this guy in the future."

Yang Qingnu hid behind Yang Shouwen and timidly took the bracelet.

However, before Mingxiu could speak, Yang Shouwen said to her: "Nu Nu, take Wukong and the others to play in front."

Yang Qingnu agreed completely and ran away in a flash.

Mingxiu was amused and cried. She glared at Yang Shouwen and said, "Yang Qingzhi, do you need this?"

"nonsense!"

In this era, girls get married early.

It is said that after twenty years, you can be considered an old girl.

And the wealthy families like Mingxiu are even more chewy. Yang Shouwen doesn't believe that Mingxiu is a kind person! This guy didn't know how many women he had harmed in Changzhou, so he couldn't let him come to harm Qingnu again.

Besides, the young slave is so young...

After Yang Qingnu left, Mingxiu put away her hippie and smiley face.

"Have you heard of it?"

"What?"

"The saints want to be a charity."

"Nonsense, this is spreading all over the streets. How could I not know? But this time Enko is very strange, and it makes me feel that it is a temporary idea of ​​a saint."

"Yes, I feel that way, too."

Mingxiu said, paused for a moment, and said softly: "Qingzhi, do you say that the saint's enthronement this time will have something to do with you?"

"It has something to do with me?"

Yang Shouwen was stunned and then laughed, "Silang, you look down on me too highly... I am a judge from the Eighth-rank Sixing Temple. I am just an unknown servant. Why did the saint give me a favor? Haha, you have thought too much, really have thought too much."

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean?"

Mingxiu stood up and stretched.

"I heard that the saint decided to pronounce the genko in the late May and early June.

You calculate the time, you happened to leave Luoyang at that time... What I mean is that the saint just doesn't want you to participate in this martial arts, so he temporarily intends to open the Enke. But it is probably the saint who didn't expect that you found Youxian Palace so quickly."

"Ming Laosi, this joke is not funny."

Yang Shouwen shook his head repeatedly, looking disdainful.

But his smile slowly disappeared... Mingxiu said something reasonable. Could it be that Wu Zetian really opened an Enke for me? Of course, she didn't want Yang Shouwen to win the championship, but she didn't want Yang Shouwen to participate, so she opened an Enke!

Is it possible?

Yang Shouwen didn't believe it very much.

But deep down, another voice seemed to say to him: That's it.

The problem is, I never thought of going to participate in martial arts!

Yang Shouwen suddenly sat upright, scratched his head hard, and after a moment of decisiveness, "Don't say anything like Silang, the imperial examination is related to the country's destiny, how can a saint play a joke? It's impossible, it's impossible. There must be other reasons why a saint opens a charity."

"reason?"

Mingxiu curled her lips.

Maybe, but I still think that this matter has something to do with you!

However, Mingxiu could also see that Yang Shouwen didn't seem to want to continue discussing this issue.

He smiled and said, "Okay, just think I'm nonsense... By the way, I heard you got sick after you came back? How about now?"

"I took a night off and took medicine and felt much better."

"Look, I'm not wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Mingxiu said seriously: "You are back this time, good or bad luck is hard to predict.

Look at you, you are so nervous in Cheung Chau and have never fallen ill; but as soon as you come back, you get sick, isn’t that a bad sign?”

"You are so irritating!"

Yang Shouwen waved his hand and smiled, "You should know why I am sick, mainly because I was in Bajiao Mountain that night..."

He said this, but suddenly paused.

For some reason, Yang Shouwen vaguely felt that he was sick when he came back this time, and perhaps it really responded to Mingxiu's words "Good and bad luck are hard to predict."

Thinking of this, he suddenly shook his head vigorously.

"Silo Shilang knew that it was far-fetched. Look, am I fine now? According to your statement, good or bad luck is hard to predict. I am fine, which means that the danger has passed. Now I have already reported my life, and I am light on everything, so how can I say that it is hard to predict?"

"Hmph, I said it, it's just a sign."

"Okay, okay, I think you just can't stand me... Don't say such boring words anymore.

Unfortunately, I am still feeling uncomfortable now. The gentleman told me not to drink. Otherwise, I would definitely pour you down by what you said just now."

"Ha, I seem to be afraid of you."

The two of them started to talk about the topic again, and did not talk about martial arts anymore, nor did they argue about the good or bad luck.

Mingxiu accompanied Yang Shouwen for a while and when it was almost dark, the Ming Mansion sent someone to come over and said he wanted to go back. Although Mingxiu was not very happy, she finally said goodbye to Yang Shouwen. However, when he left, he left two halls of Lumenchun.

After seeing Mingxiu off, Yang Shouwen felt a little tired and prepared to go back to his room to rest.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, he heard that someone was looking for him.

It's almost dark this day, who's coming to find me?

Yang Shouwen was puzzled and stood up and went downstairs again.

However, this was really an uninvited guest. Yang Shouwen never expected that it was Yang Ji, Duke of Guan, who came to visit him.

You know, Yang Shouwen and Yang Ji really have no friendship.

In addition to his previous visit to Guo Shiliu, this is the second time he met Yang Ji.

"I heard that Aoi was not feeling well?"

Yang Ji looked careless, which made Yang Shouwen a little strange.

However, since he was greeting, he didn't want to answer, and he smiled and said, "It's just a cold wind, it's not a big deal."

"It's fine, it's fine!"

Yang Ji seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, took out a wooden sign from his arms and placed it in front of Yang Shouwen.

"I have nothing to do today, mainly because of my husband's affairs.

He was now locked in a prison for offending the saint. Speaking of which, the reason why he offended the saint was because of Qingzhi."

"ah?"

"Your Majesty said that Qing is both civil and military, and can be drunk with a hundred poems, and martial arts can be used to make peace in the world.

He also bet with the saint that Qing would definitely win the title. The saint had a more decree: If Qing wins the title, he could forgive the young master."
To be continued...