Taichu Palace, Xuanren Gate, Eastern Capital Qianniuwei School Field, the general solemnly stands on the platform, there are huge bamboo slips on the left and right, respectively engraved on them, one side has two big words, the soul of the army, there is a line of small characters, "into my Qianniuwei, is flesh and blood, mutual respect, do not be arrogant with talent, support each other, do not dump with fame and fortune, and the people are like fish and water, and the enemy is not dead, abide by military discipline, and strive to obey, today is so, every day is so", the other side also has two big words, military discipline, small characters dense, from drills to queues, From eating to sleeping, from the camp to the street to the battlefield to the home, everything is involved.

"With the grace of the Queen of Heaven, the number of Dongdu Qianniu has doubled, there are two hundred and forty-eight people, congratulations on passing the examination and becoming a proud member of Dongdu Qianniu, the welcome gift of this general is unique" solemnly raised his sword and shouted, "The original fifth team of ten people, the existing six people, all of them are open, since then, Dongdu Qianniu does not retain the fifth team number"

The audience was in an uproar, and the fifth team that was ordered had a straight back and burst into tears.

"Ben will remind you that the honor and military discipline of Dongdu Qianniu are made of blood and steel, and there is no room for pollution or violation, and I will not mention to Ben who is an official in your family, and what are your merits, one step will be a resentment for the ages, and it will not tolerate the leniency"

The fifth team is Hu Chang's team.

"Everyone, if you intend to withdraw at this time, you can show that no one answered, and it took a lot of effort to enter the door.

Zheng Zheng smiled, greatly relieved, he followed the right policy step by step, the personnel structure is the same, the first battle to open the door has been fought, and Zheng Zheng's confidence has doubled.

Inside the Xuanren Gate, the drill and training were in full swing, and there were also waves in Luoyang City.

As soon as the passing water of the east of the Yangtze River comes out, Linjiang Immortal sings all over the Goolan brothel, every time he sings to the end, there are tears like rain, there are those who hide their tears, and there are those who praise the festival.

The author of this word is not in the court, and the Empress Wu does not investigate the roots, and in the outside world, whether it is a singer or an audience, the word of the public is conclusive, and it must be a masterpiece of the history of the right and left.

Xue Huaiyi borrowed the light to win back a game, and the frequency of serving inside was obviously higher, and the kung fu in bed was not as good as licking the ditch, so he found another way, focusing on the fusion of spirit and flesh, quite three of them, he was also single, not taking advantage of the apprentice, when the wind was tight, he took the opportunity to publicly declare that this work was a power policy, but won a lot of favor, and he was praised by the market as a downright man.

Soon, the Empress Wu ordered the right to live in Lang, and the bachelor of Hanlin, the title is still from the six grades, but although the living lang is on duty in front of the emperor, he is a subordinate of Lord Feng, and he is still a minister of Cao, but the bachelor of Hanlin is not, he is a servant officer of the inner court, a retainer of the heavenly family, since the beginning of the Hanlin Academy of the Taizong Dynasty, he is close to the first minister, and the prime minister is also born here.

For Quan Ce, this matter is not a good thing, taking the title of Hanlin Bachelor, he has a lot of work, all of which are not serious things, they are all poetry and songs, please ask him to appreciate them, he naturally will not really revise the composition for others, but in order to avoid rudeness, he must read it carefully and remember some good sentences or outstanding points, so as to facilitate greetings and praise one or two, the things of literati, about that.

Hanlin scholars often socialize with each other, singing and feasting are commonplace, and Quan Ce occasionally participates in one or two times, easily does not plagiarize, concentrates on being a green leaf, and is quite popular.

There is a person named Cui Rong in the bachelor of Hanlin, who is a native of Qizhou, nearly forty years old, for the beauty of the literature, and the importance of the martial arts, but the talent for poetry is not good, the lack of talent, and he is ridiculed between the banquets, but he likes to participate in the banquet, repeatedly embarrassed, Quan Ce is compassionate, many times for him to ease his cheeks, far-fetched, gifted poems, Cui Rong is quite grateful, and is a close friend.

"Brother Xian, Brother Xian, Master Song is the host today, it is said that more than a dozen pepper leg of mutton have been prepared at home, first come, first served, but it cannot be delayed" Quan Ce went out of the palace, Cui Rong has been wandering at the palace gate for a long time, and when he saw him come out, he dragged it and left.

"Brother Cui, slow down, Brother Cui, let me say a word" Quan Ce couldn't cry or laugh, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the meeting today, I have an appointment with Wu Shilang"

"Oh? Where? Can I go together as a brother? Cui Rong asked bluntly.

"Uh, about Yongfengli" Quan Ce was a little embarrassed, he went to Pingkangfang in Chang'an, and when he came to Luoyang, he went to Yongfengli, this is not Wu Youji's fault alone, the prostitute of the Tang Dynasty is romantic, and it is a symbol of the dominance of the scholars.

Cui Rong was very interested, and stroked his short beard under his chin without face, "It's okay to go somewhere else, since it's in Yongfeng, it's decided to be an uninvited guest for my brother."

"It's time to invite Brother Cui along" Quan Ce was helpless, the two of them got on the horse and the other got into the car, wearing cyan official robes, and swaggered to Yongfengli.

Wu You and the selection of the hook column, the style and quality are not low, Chang'an's guests are scattered, there is still an aftertaste, this song Huan, the layout of the Jiangnan pastoral style, everywhere exquisite, and the pure closed route of the guests are different, there is a hall to watch the performance, the space is open, and there is a name, called Zhongle Lele, the table is staggered, scattered very open, will not be blocked, one guest is a person, around the table to enjoy the song and dance, some of the later generations of the garden feeling.

The welcome brought the two to their seats in the middle of the lobby, where Wu Youji was already there, and there was a thin man with picturesque eyebrows next to him.

The two compartments have met, Wu Youji invited guests to take a seat, "Bachelor Cui, Da Lang, today you have an ear blessing, everyone in Furui wants to sing Linjiang Xian"

"Fleur everyone?" Quan Ce was stunned, and the thin man explained to him, "Everyone in Fuyuan arrived in the Eastern Capital yesterday, and they want to perform in Yongfeng for ten years."

Listening to her voice, Huang Ying came out of the valley, obviously a woman dressed as a man, Quan Ce stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Da Lang, don't be rude, this is Neizi, you should call Aunt Sheng" Wu Youji was dissatisfied.

Quan Ce was in a hurry, Shi Li had seen it, it turned out that this was the Mrs. Wu who made Wu You and his beloved wife obsessed, and the small character Rui Lai, and then looked at Cui Rong, sat firmly and steadily, and didn't take it seriously, taking his wife to visit the kiln, probably also the trend of Dr. Sheng Tang Dynasty, a strong sense of turtle attacked, and Quan Ce was frustrated.

"Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water......" Furui's performance began, her voice was sweet and weak, and it was not suitable for this kind of bold words, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was full of depression and grief and broke through the air, breathtaking, at the end of the song, the audience cheered like thunder, and all kinds of gifts and rewards came one after another, and more than a dozen small people in the hall ran back and forth, and they couldn't sing the salute.

On the stage, a person is independent, Fu Hui has gone to sadness, full of spring, "Everyone, there is a woman who has grown up, and she will eventually go out of the pavilion to marry, the slave parents are thin, alone, women are like flowers, Shaohua is easy to pass away, and today I will send myself out......"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked, it was the bustard's mother and maid next to her, all of them changed color, obviously she added the scene on the spot, there was a goatee man on stage, negotiated with her for a long time, Fleur shook her head again and again, "The slave is free, he has family assets, but he loves words, and he is limited to one hour, and he can show his talents as much as he can, and he will be a slave in this life."

With a wave of his hand, the subordinate moved onto the table and stool, which looked like the posture of the examiner.

Mrs. Wu's eyes fluttered, and she said jokingly, "Da Lang, but there is discomfort in your neck?" Why not stand in the stands? She saw that Fleur went from sad to springy, just because she glanced at Quan Ce in the crowd.

Quan Ce just laughed.

"Hello, sad husband, such a beautiful woman, I hate the power of poetry" Cui Rong beat his chest.

After a stick of incense, many people have presented their proud works, but Hibiscus just put it away and did not read it.

"It's very lively here, and the marquis also has a foot" The voice is loud, the nobleman is the leader, not who Wu Yanxiu is, but he is not so peaceful, he stepped directly onto the stage and read out the work in his hand, "Evangelist Xingyuan, every year will be in the corner of the water." Stop the shuttle to borrow crickets, and leave the clever spiders. Go to the day from the clouds, and return to the wheel to lose. Mo Yan sees each other, and the sky and the sun should be different"

"Lady Fleur, how's it going? How, everyone? Wu Yanxiu was rampant on the stage, forcing himself to ask Furui, and there were quite a few people in the audience who cheered from the people, and the rest were lonely, his people were powerful, and his poems were exquisite, and he could not be beaten.

Cui Rong glanced over there and shook his head, "Song Zhi asked, hehe"

Quan Ce also discovered that Song Zhiwen is also a bachelor of Hanlin, with good poetry and writing, but he acts modestly, is widely criticized, arrogant and arrogant, and vigorously suppresses Cui Rong and others, and is flattering and sleek, compared to his talent, such as Quan Ce and others, clever words.

Fu Rui forced a smile, "This Langjun, the slave has agreed for an hour, and now there is still a moment, how about you wait?" ”

"If you can't write it for half an hour, what can you do for a moment?" Wu Yanxiu casually threw the paper roll to the ground, sat on the ground, and poked Quan Ce with cold eyes, "This marquis is sitting here and waiting"

Furao's face was anxious, secretly regretted, and then looked at the hourglass, there were less than thirty breaths left, the ruthless Lang in the audience still sat upright, without any action, she was dead, and checked the poems on the table indiscriminately, thinking that she could find a poem that was not too bad, and it didn't matter, but she couldn't cheap this scoundrel on the stage, maliciously provoked Quan Langjun, which made people hateful, rummaging in her hands, and tears rolled down.

The hourglass flowed away, and there were only ten breaths left in time, and Wu Yanxiu's face was full of revenge and pleasure.

Quan Ce sighed, stood up, walked to Fleur step by step, and chanted aloud, "The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns, but when she sees the tears wet, she doesn't know who she hates?" ”

"Slaves don't hate, slaves love" Furao threw herself into her arms.

The stage and the audience were thunderous, the guests were debauched, and they flocked to the front of the stage to cheer, and the colorful silk gifts were thrown on the stage like money, Wu Youji hugged his wife in his arms, holding a big basket, and threw it very joyfully.

Wu Yanxiu sat on the ground, living like a clown, furious, he couldn't judge the merits of the poems, and went down to the stage to find Song Zhiwen, but when he saw him defeat the rooster, he lost his mind, shrunk into a ball, and was pushed left and right by the flow of people, at a loss.