The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 146 The Martial Arts Examination (1)
But in her vague consciousness, she knew clearly that this was neither Han Ye nor He, and there was a faint scent of medicine at the end of her nose... She curled up and burrowed into the man's arms, Two words overflowed: "Mo Wen..."

The cool breeze on the side of the face stopped for a moment, and then his warm and soft lips pressed against her eyes. He couldn't speak, but he seemed to be telling her that I was here.

Bai Lijing couldn't hear what he said, but she knew for certain that he was there.

To form a habit for a person, it only takes a long time and enough heat, it's that simple.

At the same time, on the top of the seven-story pharmacist pagoda in Fahua Temple, Han Ye was silently reciting scriptures facing the 49 ever-burning lamps in Qiqi, and there was no one around.

Looking down from the tower window, you can see the scenery of half of Shengjing City. The night market dispersed and the lights went out one by one until everything was quiet. last point.

The long night is long, and the mountains and rivers are silent.

There are colorful streamers hanging beside the 49 long-burning lamps, and a big red poppies hangs on the streamers. The color has gradually withered and is no longer as bright as when it bloomed.

There is a rather mysterious Buddhist secret technique: if someone is dying of a serious illness, light 49 long-burning lamps, hang up colorful banners, and then have the relatives recite Buddhism seven to seven times 49 times devoutly. It can make that person's soul return to its place, safe and sound.

After reciting the long scriptures, Han Ye raised his head, and the 49 long-burning lights were jumping, very unsteady.

In fact, why didn't he know?These tricks are useless, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is self-deception, and the eternal lamp means "long-lived lamp", so there is a saying of bringing the dead back to life. scriptures will be in vain.

On the tall city tower, the red-clothed man jumped down, just as the wild geese flew south in the bleak north.He ran over in panic, only to see his mother's beautiful face was almost distorted, with blood on her lips, but she smiled and said calmly and contentedly, "I can finally go back, and finally I don't have to look at Daxibei again." It's snowing..."

Between the words, it seemed that he had finally been relieved, and he didn't have to suffer anymore.

What's wrong with the snow in the Northwest?
The endless desolation is the most common color in the world. I have watched it for years, why can't I continue to watch it?Mother, you don't understand that if a person cannot walk in the desolate wind and snow, he will be buried under the wind and snow. At that time, will you dislike it even more?Will you feel more sad?
Those who give up think they are liberated, and those who stay are persistent and suffer.

The turquoise jade pendant at his waist reflected the candlelight, emitting a light that was completely different from usual. Han Ye stared at the center of the jade pendant for a long time, his eyes as deep as the sea became darker and darker.

The key to the underground palace has been obtained, but where is the entrance to the underground palace?

The old fox allowed him to freely enter and leave the Medicine Master Tower so easily, how could he be so generous all of a sudden?Xie Yan, the servant of the Ministry of War, was a former subordinate of the Han family, but he ordered Xie Yan to handle the martial arts with him. What is the old fox's plan?Aren't they afraid that their relationship will shake his shameful throne that came from usurping power?

As if walking on thin ice, be careful everywhere, the old fox and Queen Situ have been embarrassing the Han family for 17 years, what kind of result do you want?
The wives and children are separated, the family is destroyed...is that enough?

The wound from the last time he was assassinated in "Drunken Alley" hadn't fully healed yet, and Han Ye was in pain as soon as he stood up.Standing by the tower window on the other side, looking at the three-storey Buddhist scriptures pavilion a hundred meters away, the patrolling guards are walking back and forth, enclosing the Buddhist scriptures pavilion completely, and if you want to enter, you must hide away...

Wait, run away?

For several days, Mu Lian couldn't find the right time to be alone with Bailijing, and the "sick young man" son-in-law took advantage of his weakness to eat and sleep with Bailijing every day, and even later Bailijing's health improved slightly. When I went out for a walk, he also went with me.

Those girls who love to gossip have spread the word that the relationship between Princess Jing and Consort Jing is getting better and better, and no one can separate them.The sick son-in-law didn't often go back to the hospital, but stayed in "You Feng Lai Yi" every day. The rumors of the husband and wife's discord and separation had long been ignored.

On this day, Situ He sent Zhou Cheng, the captain of his personal guard, to send some mulberry fruits, a box full of them, each of which was about the same size, without any variegated color, and very bright, obviously they had just been picked.

The silk in the south of the Yangtze River is very famous, and mulberry trees can be seen everywhere. However, in his memory, Mo Wen has never eaten mulberry fruit, never before, and no one would give him mulberry fruit during the few years he lived in the side courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. .

The mulberry fruit is served in a lacquered wooden box and placed on the table in the gazebo. They are eaten as snacks. His wife eats it with a smile on her face and invites him to try it.

Mo Wen picked a red mulberry fruit, chewed a mouthful, his mouth was full of sourness, and he swallowed involuntarily.According to Situ He's personality, it seems that a curse has been placed in this mulberry fruit. Except for his precious Jing Xiaobai, everyone else tastes sour, especially the damned Mo Wen...

Mo Wen laughed at himself.

He didn't eat, just watched his wife eat, and his mouth naturally produced fluid.He naturally thought in his mind, would a fool also feel sour?

Mu Lian was waiting at the side, she looked at Mo Wen with a strange expression, her eyes were gentle and loving, quite similar to the eyes of the man who looked at Jing Xiaobai when she was on Lutai Mountain before, but a warm and watery one, A quiet as night.

Suddenly, she had a bad idea in her heart, could the sick son-in-law also fall in love with Jing Xiaobai?Tenderness and sweetness are not fake, they are all true?

If so, is there a way to deal with him?Get hold of him...

Han Ye read the scriptures for a few days in the Medicine Master's Pagoda, and then discussed with Xie Yan, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, the martial arts at the end of April.

On April 28th, martial arts candidates from all states and capitals across the country gathered in the Huangcheng School to start the first exam of the martial arts department.

For more than a hundred years since the founding of the Daxing Kingdom, people with outstanding military exploits have been highly respected. However, the current strategy of governing the country is still dominated by cultural governance.Before he came to the throne, Emperor Jing Yuan was a sensual and dandy prince. When he demoted the Han family to northern Xinjiang, the Situ family dominated the army. In order to contain the power of the Situ family, in recent years, Emperor Jing Yuan has gotten very close to those civil servants. It is not difficult to understand that the emphasis on liberal arts examinations is far more than martial arts examinations.

The Martial Arts Department is divided into two tests, the outfield is a competition of martial arts, and the infield is an examination of military tactics.If you can't win the first martial arts contest, then you are not eligible to participate in the second contest.

The examination room was located in the school grounds in the outskirts of the imperial city. Today was another fine day, with bright sunshine. Standing on the high platform of the school grounds and looking down, it was open and dusty.Similar to Wen Ju, the martial arts exam is also held every three years. From Wu Xiucai to Wu Juren, there are layers of selection. If you win this time in the Wu Jinshi scientific exam, you can enter the palace exam, and the points will be selected by Emperor Jing Yuan himself Wu Zhuangyuan and so on.

(End of this chapter)