Chapter 172： Extra eight

"Father," although he was half-dead and unmutilated by the interrogation, Li Huan was very energetic. He stared at Tai Fu Li Bao with anticipation in his eyes, "What did the Lord say?"

Tai Fu Li Bao was angry when he saw him, but he still felt distressed for his injuries, and said coldly: "What the old man said, what do you care about this!"

"Okay, let's not ask my son," Li Huan asked, changing the subject, "Father, how is Sheng Shang's aura (color) today?"

Sheng Shang was angry with him that day, and his lips (color) and ear beads were red with anger. Li Huan worried about Sheng Shang's (body shen) body. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.novelhall.com is not as rough as him, so how can we not worry about it.

Tai Fu Li Bao said: "How can I look directly at the holy face?"

Li Huan sighed, only feeling a faint pain all over his body. He tried his best to turn his face, his fingers stumped the sachet on his waist, the sachet contained the holy hair, he had to step back and ask: "Father , Then you should always know if the Lord coughed when speaking with you today?"

"No," said Li Baotai, "Okay, don't ask, go back and lie down."

Li Huan was driven back to the room. He lay on the (bed chuang) and sighed quietly.

"How can Dad be so careless."

The sage asked his father to enter the palace, but his father didn’t even care about his body. Such a stupid father turned out to be his biological father of Li Huan.

Li Huan shook his head helplessly.

*

The tearful Tai Fu Li Bao was sent away, and the imperfect face and prince were welcomed in the palace.

Gu Yuanbai met him and stood with the prince in front of Shengshang stiffly, and his tone was as hard as a stone, "The ministers have done what the Shengshang asked the minister to do."

On the second day of the test, there was a gloomy spring rain. It happened to be in the palace with the prince to ask about Princess Wan. Gu Yuanbai felt upset when he saw his ironic face, so he asked Tangtang and the prince to send someone to cook **** soup and connect the two. On the day, the candidates in the Gongyuan were sent to ward off the cold.

There was a smile on the saint, and Fengyue’s face was like a beautiful jade. He stretched out his hand to drink tea from the porcelain cup, "I always feel relieved when dealing with the prince."

He and the prince couldn't hold back a sneer.

Good at fighting with the prince, and also good at leading troops. The title of the prince was rewarded by the first emperor for his military merits. Now a royal man who is used to fighting (slaying sha) on the battlefield is trapped in the capital to do such trivial things. Gu Yuangoogle I know that Prince He is about to hate him to death.

But how could military power be in the hands of a prince, not to mention that this guy still doesn't like his elder brother.

Gu Yuanbai held the porcelain-white tea set with his slender fingers. He didn't know which one was whiter for a while, and the prince watched him slowly drinking tea. He was very uncomfortable. When he was thirsty, he drank water, and when he was hungry, he ate ( Meat rou), but everyone in Beijing is so particular, and the prince among them is the cow drinking peony.

Gu Yuanbai saw that he didn't speak, raised his eyes to look at him, and laughed dumbfounded: "What kind of expression is this with the prince? If you are thirsty, just say it, can I still lack your cup of tea? Tian Fusheng."

Tian Fusheng hurriedly had people put on chairs and brought new tea. The prince and the prince sat down with a golden sword for tea, took a sip and threw the tea to the palace maid, stingingly said: "The two bowls of **** tea rewarded by the sage have moved those scholars to death. Now the capital is full. They are all boasting about benevolence and kindness in the sage, and I am afraid that if the sage says something to let them die, they will also be generous."

The saint frowned slightly.

Tian Fusheng and his little apprentice stood aside. The little apprentice felt uncomfortable when he saw the saint frowning. He whispered to the master: "How can the prince always say such things that make the saint uncomfortable."

Tian Fusheng was also quite dissatisfied. He snorted coldly, but first taught the little apprentice, "You and the prince can also be criticized?"

In fact, it is Tian Fusheng who is most dissatisfied with the Prince.

They want to hold it in their hands for the saint, for fear that the saint will be blown a little bit by the wind and a little rain, the saint wants to eat tea, that is Mei Shangxue and Qingchen (dew), the minister in the court, just entered Taifu Li Bao, the saint of the palace, who is not a highly respected person, only has such a bad temper with the prince.

"How do you say?" The Holy Lord's tone was neither salty nor light, "I have passed the conversation with the Prince."

Don’t laugh with Prince Pi Xiao (Routou): "If you don’t believe me, then go out with me for a look. I’m afraid that when the students return, the whole world will know the good deeds of the scholars."

Gu Yuanbai looked outside the door, looking a little moved. Tian Fusheng hurriedly stepped forward to remind him in a low voice, "Holy Lord, the people of the Qin Tianjian have calculated that it is raining today, and it is not suitable to go out of the palace today."

He and the prince sneered directly, the sun was so big outside, the people of the Qin Tianjian were afraid that they were not opening their eyes and talking nonsense.

Gu Yuanbai glanced at the Prince He and Suo (sexual xing) stood up from behind the table, "Nothing, just follow what Prince He said, go out and have a look."

*

The champion building.

Gu Yuanbaitong and the prince were led to the window on the second floor to sit down. The restaurant was full of scholars in blue shirts. The atmosphere of literature drifted everywhere, making Gu Yuanbai a little sleepy.

Occasionally, one or two lines of poems and poems could be heard, and the surrounding guards were tight-faced, guarding around the table like a mountain, but they couldn't stop these gentle voices.

Xiao Er stood at the table stiffly, "What do the two masters want to order?"

Gu Yuanbai smiled and asked, "What do you all have?"

Xiao Er lifted up his spirits and memorized the recipe in a sing-like manner. Gu Yuanbai pondered for a while, ordered three dishes, and asked Prince He, "Brother, order more?"

The prince and the prince were stunned, and then he suffocated a sentence: "Bring two pots of good wine."

There are the most scholars in the Zhuangyuan Building, and just as the prince said, the praises of these scholars to the sage can be said to be endless, especially those who have safely left the Gongyuan because of Jiangtang, I heard Gu Yuanbai himself. Goose bumps all over.

He and the prince’s face turned green, and there were sparks in his eyes. He and the prince made Jiang Tang boil, or he was forced to boil it like a punishment. Now when he heard these words, Gu Yuanbai was still sitting opposite him, he seemed to Become a joke. The face (color) is getting more and more ugly, as if to give these scholars a good beating.

"My brother invited me out, didn't he just want me to listen to these words?" Gu Yuanbai cornered his mouth (gou), very badly said, "These students can safely leave the tribute courtyard, and the brother's credit cannot be ignored."

Laughing with the prince, not wanting to talk to him.

Gu Yuanbai sneered and couldn't help it anymore. He leaned on the window frame and lowered his head and laughed, saving face and the Prince before he didn't laugh out loud. The green silk on his back trembled, and the fingertips (exposed) glowed with joyful pink (color).

With the prince's face (color) changing blue and purple, he lowered his head and pinched the porcelain cup and snorted heavily.

Originally, the two of them attracted a lot of attention when they entered the Zhuangyuan Building with a group of guards, and many people, both openly and secretly, put their eyes on this table. Gu Yuanbaitong and the prince were both noble and extraordinary. In a place like the capital city, maybe it was a certain princely minister or a powerful child. Now Gu Yuanbai smiled, but some young white-faced scholars with red ears were laughing. They were ashamed to look at them, and they couldn't move their eyes away.

The young man was dressed in blue, noble and steady, but the blue could not hold back the light, so he had to shine brightly.

It's just that they watched too much, and the strong guards who were as strong as the mountains glared over and turned their gazes back. The chief guard Zhang Xu calmly looked at Zhang Yingwu's extraordinary face, vigilantly looking at all directions, vowing to protect the saint. safety.

Gu Yuanbai finally stopped laughing. He slowly got up, resting his arm on the side of his face, resting his arm on the side of his face. Only a big laugh made him lose his energy. (chest xiong) his mouth was slightly undulating, Gu Yuanbai tried his best to breathe Longer, so that you can calm down.

He and the prince said coldly: "Master, it is better not to laugh."

Gu Yuanbai smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care. Although he was powerless at the moment, he didn't want others to see it. Men are all face-saving, and it is not beautiful to make Gu Yuanbai live cautiously because of his body.

"Brother, don't worry about it," Gu Yuanbai said, "Brother, with this body, he can still bear a smile."

After a while, Xiao Er delivered food. Gu Yuanbai had no appetite for food. He sipped his tea and looked out the window.

The capital under the emperor’s feet was prosperous and stable, the Daheng Dynasty was open to folk customs, and the status of women was not low. Therefore, you can see women walking by in twos and threes in the market.

Gu Yuanbai liked this stable picture. He leaned against the wall, holding a teacup, and he could see God for a while.

Chu Wei was asked by his classmates to go to the academy. When passing by the Zhuangyuan Building, many people looked up, but he frowned.

Sitting at the window on the second floor is an indigo-blue young man with black hair and a jade crown and high beams. Looking into the distance, he holds white porcelain in his hands. This attracts men and women to look up at the beautiful men who are constantly looking at him.

Everyone is so beautiful (color), even if it means to appreciate it, it is difficult to look away from beauty (color). But Chu Wei hated the men and women who stared at him, and hated these laymen who only had beauty in their eyes.

Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for the emperor to be stared at this way?

The classmates also followed and happily said, "Zihu, it seems that your title of the most beautiful man in Beijing is about to be threatened."

Chu Wei said coldly: "Whoever wants it, who wants it."

The classmate laughed, but he dragged Chu Wei to the bottom of the champion building, found a good position and looked up at the young man upstairs by the window, and exclaimed: "In the old days, there was Pan An throwing fruit in a car, and seeing (Kill sha) Wei-level allusion, I thought you looked like a man, but I didn't expect such a handsome young man."

Chu Wei: "It's just a pair of skins."

The classmate smiled and said: "I know you don't like beauty, and you don't like others looking at you. But Chu Zihu, like this young man, do you think it's just a skin?"

Chu Wei raised his eyes, his eyebrows deepened into his temples, he looked at the saint, his black eyes were unmoved, he stood straight, cold as snow, "how else?"

Gu Yuanbai seemed to perceive his gaze, looking at the distant gaze, and then lowered his head slightly, and he met Chu Wei who was standing in front of the shop selling red (color) knots across the street.

There was also a romantic literati standing beside Chu Wei. Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmly retracted his gaze, holding a tea set and taking a sip of warm tea.

The hand holding the cup was white as transparent. When Chu Wei saw the hand of the sage, he couldn't help but think of the picture of the hands pinching the bright yellow bed sheet painfully. The satin folds, the warm yellow candlelight, and the pale and weak fingertips. He lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and quietly pulled his classmate away.