Zhao Linfu sat down, continued to play with his beloved agarwood pendant, and carefully pondered what was the intention and plot of the dream abbot?

It's a pity, after thinking about it for a long time, it's still clueless, however, the position of the abbot in the heart of the Son of Heaven is more important than himself, from these years, the Son of Heaven has promoted the monks of the Hidden Dragon Temple, it can be seen in general, not to mention that in Beijing, there is a champion of the dream of the master, this person is in the court, it can be said that it is quite prestigious, although it has been away from the court for 30 years, but there are countless people who go to Wenzhi Temple every year to study, and there are countless scholars who are proud of being able to get the teachings of Master Mengzhen.

There is also that Zhang Jiuling, that kid, but he is the hardcore doorman who dreams of the abbot, in addition, the abbot of the dream has old friendships with many bigwigs in the military, but the military is now a prime minister who is under one person and above ten thousand people, and he has not been able to break into a stubborn circle for a long time.

It is for this reason that he will get up and hope that his son can fight for a little bit and marry the princess Zhaoyang, who is very favored by the Son of Heaven, Li Youwen, the general of Yulinwei. Originally, Zhao Linfu was very confident, and always felt that with his relationship with the Son of Heaven, as long as the Son of Heaven agreed, this matter would inevitably come to pass.

At that time, through this princess, she will naturally be able to get in touch with the inside of the military, so that her own forces can penetrate into it, but unfortunately, this princess Zhaoyang is really ...... It's too weird, it's too unexpected for everyone.

actually came to the door in person, and said a word that deeply stabbed Zhao Linfu's fragile soul in an extremely contemptuous tone." is just a dog, and you also want to match the proud daughter of the sky? As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Linfu felt that his blood pressure began to surge.

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What's wrong with my son being stupid? What if you're a little? How many men in the world can compare with him? Marry you into the door, arch you as a female Bodhisattva on the shrine, and put three pillars of incense every day, but you act like this, **naked humiliation as the prime minister.

Let Benxiang become the laughing stock of this joke that is still circulating in the government and the opposition, and the dream, King Lu back then, the old man was conceited and talented, and came to you, but he didn't want to, he would be humiliated like that......

"Princess Zhaoyang, Master of Dream Confusion, don't think that one of you is in Tiannan, the other is in Tianbei, the old man has no way to take you, one day, the shame you bring to the old man, the old man will return it one by one" Zhao Linfu's suppressed roar echoed in the study, like the dying roar of a crazy trapped beast.

A few days ago, after Cao Zhongde and Duan Shaojun talked about the poetry conference, Duan Shaojun had already paid attention, not only him, but even the two guys who could gain weight on vegetarian mats also rubbed their fists when they heard the news, and Hu Xiaoniang frowned on the spot, and after reading it for a while, she slapped her thigh and shouted with joy. "Brother, I have it."

didn't care about appeasing the two buddies who were startled by him, so he went directly to the case, brushed a few large strokes to make a song, and handed it over to Duan Shaojun, hoping that Duan Shaojun would definitely help him send it to the review team.

Duan Shaojun couldn't help but shake his head after the first glance. "Brother Tai, please don't insult Shifu, okay, besides, did you write it?"

"I said virtuous brother, isn't this a poem for a brother?" Hu Xiaoniang was furious. "Brother Wei finally had a sudden inspiration, and then put it into writing, you, you actually said this about me, I said Brother Chen Xian, you came to comment."

"In my opinion, Brother Jingfei, you still forget it, this poem really wants to be sent to the judges, it is simply to insult our Jiangnan scholars and slap our faces." Chen Jian poked his head over curiously to take a look, his eyes couldn't help but darken, and he almost fell to the ground. Holding on to the desk in front of him, he trembled for a long time before he gave Hu Xiaoniang a thumbs up, but the thumb was pointing downward.

"Hey, aren't you two bullies too much?" Hu Xiaoniang looked indignant, her eyes rolled, and she sneered. "It must be that you two brothers can't get used to being brothers and me, so they use words to provoke each other, and want to submit articles privately, so that they can become talents in the eyes of readers all over the world, right?"

Duan Shaojun glanced at Chen Jian beside him indifferently, this buddy's expression was also extremely numb, and at this time, he happened to see a monk walking by.

"Senior brother, please come over here." Chen Jian's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly dragged the incomprehensible monk over. "What are you asking the poor monks to come over? If you want to gamble again, the two donors, and go to a secluded place, the poor monk has no copper plate, so he will not dare to be greedy. ”

“…… This senior brother is not making trouble, today is not to ask you to gamble money, no, we have never gambled at all, don't let your master know, otherwise our brothers will be miserable. Chen Jian's head of the Lushan Waterfall sweat rushed to this monk again and again.

"Don't worry, the master doesn't ask, the little monk won't say it." This monk is also a kind-hearted and honest person, so he just smiled gently.

Chen Jian and Hu Xiaoniang both breathed a sigh of relief, but Chen Jian grabbed the monk who was about to turn around and leave, and said with a smile: "By the way, I heard the master say last time that his disciples are all literate, I invite senior brother, that is, I ask senior brother to take a look at the poem that Hu Gongzi just wrote, I don't know what you think?" ”

"This ...... I said Chen Gongzi, are you a fool to be a poor monk, or do you think that a poor monk is too good-tempered? After only two glances, the monk's eyebrows rose, and Chen Jian's gaze looked unkind.

“…… I mean, brother, what do you mean? Hu Xiaoniang, who had a hard time fighting cockfighting, turned her neck red again, narrowed her eyes, crooked her neck and said angrily. What's the matter, don't you look down on the poems created by Ben Gongzi? If you have the ability, you can write a better one than this son, and I will shave a bald scoop with you and eat fasting and chant Buddha every day. ”

"Brother, why are you doing this." Duan Shaojun sighed leisurely, looked at Hu Xiaoniang and said, which string in the brain is wrong for this guy, and he actually thinks that this is his own work?

"No, brother, I'm just going to go sideways today, it's rare to make such a masterpiece, you guys look down on my brother crookedly, don't you?" Hu Xiaoniang's face was sad and indignant, as if her dreams and ideals were not appreciated.

“…… Hu Gongzi, do you really think you did it yourself? The monk was stunned, and in disbelief, he poked his finger at the handwriting. The young woman in the boudoir didn't know how to worry, and she made up on the green building in spring. The tear-wet Luo towel dream came true, and he sat in the smoke cage until the ...... Are you sure? ”

"What, can't you?" Hu Xiaoniang snorted, still angry.

The monk shook his head with a smirk and began to chant. "The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry, and she condenses her makeup on the green building in spring. Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for a marquis. ”

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Hu Xiaoniang touched her head. "Hey, I said this senior brother, you are really clever, and you actually feel better than I can take it myself."

Duan Shaojun and Chen Jian looked at this idiot with a black line on their faces, and took two steps to the side in unison, for fear that they would be regarded as being in league with this idiot.

"Hu Gongzi, wait a minute, also, the dream of the tear-wet Luo towel can't be realized, and the front hall is singing in the middle of the night. The red-faced old man broke off first, and sat down in the smoke cage until the Ming ......" The monk changed the lower syncope to the upper syncope again with great fluency, and then followed another lower syncope.

Hu Xiaoniang was completely stunned, looking at the monk with a look of adoration, her eyes full of starlight. "This senior brother, you shouldn't be like your master, and you are also from the top of the family, right?"

The monk smiled shyly and shook his head. "The poor monk is not from the top of the family, but he just got a mere Tanhua, which is far inferior to the master."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were in awe, Tanhua was only the third, it seemed to be nothing more than that, but in addition to the champion list, it was Tanhua. In fact, these three are more often a matter of luck, who is lucky, or when the palace exam, the Son of Heaven is in the eye, then you are the champion.

There are so many scholars in the world, but the imperial examination is only tried every three years, and there are no less than thousands of people who can come with confidence, and he, among these thousands, won the third place, even if it is not as good as the glory of the champion, but it is definitely enough for countless people to look up to.

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