The queen is so fierce

Chapter 19 Longyuan Pavilion

The rose sun seeped into the sea of ​​clouds like a fire umbrella, driving away the coldness of the morning.

The sound of "pop, pop, pop" came and went in the yard.

"Wait...well, you're too fast..."

Xu Shoujing held Heizi's hands stiffly, looking at Bai Zi, who fell in three breaths after he had just settled, and began to doubt his life.

After a long while, he sighed, Ru Guanyu's face was extremely cautious, he frowned tightly, and began the second round of thoughtful consideration.

Zhao Fuyao glanced at the chessboard where the night is dead, and the day stands, and hurriedly threw the pieces aside:
"What are you going to do with the dragon saliva leaf?"

Seeing that she didn't want to play with him anymore, Xu Shoujing scratched his cheeks embarrassedly: "I have already contacted the person at the door to help me deliver it, and I should be there in a few days."

After Jing Ming's "decoration" in the past two days, the vacant yard is no longer as deserted as it was a few days ago. From time to time on the veranda next to it, a few lightly dressed maids will pass by and give salutes to this side, which makes Xu Shoujing very impressed. Not used to it.

You know, although eating and drinking in the door was not worrying, but under the strict supervision of Aunt Chu, she has never received such treatment.

Xu Shoujing couldn't help sighing, pushing the aunt's road, the road is long and long.

Just as he silently recalled Aunt Chu's graceful figure, a sudden cry came from outside the hospital—

"Great nephew! You promised me to go to the poetry party together, and I'm here to find you!"

The voice was loud, with a little youthful spirit.

The two people in the courtyard turned their heads to look at the same time. Zhao Wangchou, who was only 13 years old, was standing at the gate of the courtyard with a smile. He was dressed in a luxurious brocade dress with wide cuffs hanging down on both sides. Under the light, it seems to be dyed with a thin layer of transparent frost, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as beautiful.

Did he fail the proofreading at the factory and cast the wrong tire?It's a pity not to be a trainee.

Xu Shoujing secretly regretted, and turned to look at Zhao Fuyao, who was stunned for a moment, understood what he meant, smiled calmly, and said indifferently:
"I'm not interested in that."

Xu Shoujing thought the same thing. He didn't know how many thousands of years old leftover women had lived. How could he not have seen poetry?After saying a few words of self-confidence, they left with Qiu Shangyun.

The courtyard returned to calm, the autumn wind swept the remnants of clouds, covering Gao Yang from time to time. Zhao Fuyao looked at the flickering chessboard, suddenly a little upset, and randomly disrupted the neatly arranged chess pieces. After a while, he was speechless. Pick up the chess jar one by one.

The maid came to the side with the fruit plate and bowed and saluted. She was a little disappointed not to see the handsome appearance of her son, but she still respectfully said: "Madam, eat some fruit."

Madam, referring to the 'lady of the young master'.

Zhao Fuyao didn't react in any way to this name - they've called the maids that way since Jing Ming brought them here. It's been almost two or three days, but Xu Shoujing usually doesn't go home, so I don't know.

She pursed her lips slightly, and was about to open her mouth to refuse. After thinking for a while, she took out the tangerines that had been removed from the fruit bowl and put them into her mouth to chew carefully.

The cold dew has just passed, and it is the season of tangerines, and the sweetness that spreads in the mouth undoubtedly proves this.

In my mind, I kept recalling the scene where Xu Shoujing used the Dragon Xun card to contact Chu Shuwan at night, which lasted for nearly an hour each time, and Xu Shoujing showed a satisfied and happy expression every time.

Zhao Fuyao didn't know how to get it, and suddenly felt that this tangerine was a little sour.

"Hey, Madam is also good at chess?" The maid looked overjoyed when she saw the exquisite chessboard on the table.

Zhao Fuyao was slightly startled and said, "Do you like Lanke?"

"Yeah!" The maid nodded excitedly, and finally realized that she was a little rude, and said embarrassedly:

"The slave was originally the eldest daughter of an aristocratic family in Tiannan Continent. A few years ago, the family spoiled the evil hands of demons, and she was sold to Yuliang Continent for some reason. Fortunately, the saint was enlightened, and after serving for a year, he gave some silver taels and let the slaves leave the palace."

Tiannan Continent... Yuliang Continent...

Zhao Fuyao pondered for a moment before realizing that after she was rescued by Xu Shoujing, the world was no longer the Jiuzhou he knew well.

Even the names and patterns of each continent seem to have changed.

"Madam, do you want a slave to play a game with you?" the maid said excitedly.

Zhao Fuyao could see that she hadn't touched a chess piece for a long time, and it was reasonable to want to play the next game.

What's more, compared to Xu Shoujing's "chess obsessive" who plays Tianyuan regardless of three sevens and 21s, this maid who has been obsessed with chess since childhood is obviously a better opponent.

However, under the expectant gaze of the maid, Zhao Fuyao shook his head.

The maid's eyes were full of loss. Although she was puzzled, she didn't say much.

"Next time, I'm not in this mood now." Zhao Fuyao smiled apologetically at her, his eyes drifted across the chessboard, and finally turned to the gradually cloudy sky.

It's not that I'm not in the mood, it's that... the person is wrong.

……

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"Brother, long time no see! But come to participate in the Shi Kui campaign?"

"Yes, yes, are you too?"

"Of course, I heard that Kong Jijiu from Guozijian is in charge this time. It's not at the same level as the one held just a few days ago. Miss Ranxi from Xiaoxiang Pavilion will also be there to sing lyrics..."

The carriage was stagnant, the crowd was full of people, the talented and literati chatted and laughed, and walked into the high-rise buildings that covered half of the street together.

As one of the few existences in the capital that can compete with Zuixianlou for business, Longyuan Pavilion covers a large enough area.There are five floors in a single restaurant alone. The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, storytelling, wine and tea are each on the first floor. The architectural style also pursues the ultimate refreshing and elegant, just to attract literati and poets who like this way.

However, the poetry festival that cost a lot of money to hold a few days ago ended in dismal results.

The shopkeeper chose to hold the poetry party at that time because of the match against the royal competition on the second day. He firmly believed that the reputation of one literary and one martial arts would definitely attract many officials and wealthy people to come, not to mention that there was also a festival on the eve of the moon. to make.

However, most of the people who actually came were not-so-famous scholars from the poor family, but few princes and nobles from the target group came.

This is no nonsense... But how can anyone who can show his identity have the intention to participate in a poetry party that has no practical effect at a critical time when the pattern of the court will be decided the next day?

The shopkeeper is also aware of this, but the cost has already been invested, so he is so dumb?That doesn't work.

So, there was this Long Yuan Poetry Meeting, and after spending a lot of money and finding a lot of connections, I invited Kong Jijiu to sit in the town.

Just after the competition in front of the royal family, the princes and nobles need to soothe their little hearts that have been stimulated by the "Queen's Harvest Children" these days. Naturally, they strongly support this.

Xu Shoujing won the leader of the imperial competition, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the leader of this generation.

But for such a guy who is obviously here to destroy the ecology of the court, they really can't bear the face and keep blowing.

Then let's go to the whole "Wen Kui". It's good to divert the attention of the capital now, so don't be bothered by that "Son of the Empress" Wu Kui.

The shopkeeper himself did not expect that this one-on-one move would have such a big impact.

Look, it's not the heir of a high-ranking official or the heir of a vassal king, and there are even many poets who are famous all over the world... Wait, isn't that the brand of the king of Zhao? After the scene, why did this guy come directly to me...

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Outside the Longyuan Pavilion, I have already mentioned "coming a big driver" and "you will miss a long distance" to the man who I don't want to talk about in my life. I accidentally saw the sign of Zhao Wangfu on the docked carriage, and immediately swept away the exhaustion just now. He stepped forward, raised his hand and saluted:
"His Royal Highness King Zhao is here, and the villain has lost his way to welcome him, hurry up..."

Before he could finish saying 'please come in quickly', he found that a handsome young man came out of the carriage, and Wei was startled.

There are rumors that His Royal Highness Zhao Wang is only 13 years old, male and female, handsome... This handsome is quite handsome, I am afraid that there are few in Dali who can compare... But no matter how you look at it, it must be at least seventeen or eighteen, is it possible? Got it wrong?But this is indeed Zhao Wang's brand...

While absent, he saw the handsome young man in front of him blinking his peach blossom eyes and waved his hand: "I'm not King Zhao, he is." He pointed to his side.

The guy looked down in the direction of his fingers. The young man in Chinese clothes, who was at least half short, frowned, his lovely face shriveled, and said angrily:

"What are you looking at? You are blocking this king's way."

"Ah... it's the villain who is rude. Your Highness and this young master please..."

The guy quickly got out of the way, and bowed to welcome the two of them in, but he was sulking in his heart.

Is this really not a girl?
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　I hate Wen Duo Gong very much, it is purely forced to open business, so the next plot is estimated to be very careless... Let's have a good time, if you don't like it, just dance, I don't like it either.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)