The First Yamen of the Great Song Dynasty

Gao Ming said to the servant of Hua Rong's family: "Hurry up and help your master lead the horse in."

Hua Rong shook his head, "Really, why so."

"Don't talk about it anymore. If you say it again, you will look down on the value of my head! Isn't my life worth a horse? If you say it again, you will look down on me." Gao Ming said to death.

Huarong was studying at first, but Gao Yanei came and had to entertain him. This is the basic etiquette, "In Yameni, let's have a cup of tea together."

Gao Ming smiled and said: "No, you are ready to take the exam, I will not disturb your studies." He was about to bend into the sedan chair.

Hua Rong stopped him, "The yamen are all here, how can we not entertain, it's going to rain, come in first and have a cup of tea, it's better to leave after the rain is over."

Gao Ming just wanted to be polite, since Hua Rong made such a decision, he couldn't refuse it, so he nodded with a smile, and followed Hua Rong into the courtyard, while the followers went to the wing to rest on their own.

This is an ordinary small courtyard with two entrances, Hua Rong is more than enough to live alone, but the front yard is a small shooting range, which takes up a lot of space.

Huarong pierces Yang with every step and hits every shot, talent is one of them, and the hard work of polishing this talent is also indispensable.

Entering the main room, there is a hall in the middle, a study room on the left, and a bedroom on the right. The two sat down in the hall.

Just now the big man came in with tea, one cup for each, and then backed out.

Gao Ming picked up the teacup, took a sip, felt that the atmosphere should be brightened up, and said, "I have a joke here, you must have never heard of it, and I bet you will laugh after hearing it."

Hua Rong knew that Gao Ming had a brain and could speak well, so he didn't dare to say anything, "That's not sure. Maybe you won't laugh after hearing it."

Gao Ming smiled confidently, because the joke he told next came from "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" which was written in the Qing Dynasty. How could it be possible for Huarong in the Song Dynasty to have heard it, "It is said that there used to be a general who went to war and was about to be defeated. Suddenly, a god descended from the sky to help him turn defeat into victory. The general knelt down and asked, "Dare to ask the god's name." The god said, "I am the God of Duozi." Can you ask the God of Duozi to save me?', the God of Duozi replied: "I just thank you for never shooting me with an arrow in the school field on weekdays."

Hua Rong couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing all of a sudden.An insider like him can appreciate the jokes better.

Gao Ming continued to laugh, "So, the God of Bats will definitely not help you. He shot people into a hornet's nest with every shot."

Hua Rong smiled and said, "You're still funny, chatting with you makes me feel better."

There's nothing he can do about being so likable.Gao Ming suddenly saw that the door of the study next door was open, and three bows were hanging on the wall, "Eh? You really have a lot of bows."

"Martial arts requires three bows, so naturally prepare one for each."

Gao Ming didn't know anything about martial arts and was full of question marks. Hua Rong explained: "Generally, the bowstring is only a few kilograms, but in martial arts, a hard bow can only be called a hard bow if it has more than eight strengths, but eight strengths are small. , the ten strengths are medium, and the twelve strengths are number one, so at least three bows must be prepared."

Gao Ming made some calculations and asked in surprise, "Is it true?"

"Yes, otherwise, how can you shoot far. If you don't believe me, you can try." Hua Rong got up and took Gao Ming into the study, took off the bow, and handed it to him, "Be careful, don't get hit by the reverse."

Gao Ming remembered that when Huarong was facing Lu Zhishen, it was an arrow lightly and delicately, so after taking it, he gritted his teeth and pulled hard.

The bowstring presents an extremely weak arc, which is very disrespectful. If you don't pay attention, you will hardly notice that the bowstring has been bent.

Gao Ming found a reason for his muscle weakness, "Didn't you say you waxed the bowstring last time? Did it break it? Why can't you pull it?" He then pretended to pull it, "Look."

Hua Rong walked up to Gao Ming's side, held the back of his hand with his left hand, helped him hold the bow, bent his right arm, and wrapped Gao Ming in the crook of his arm, then pinched Gao Ming's two fingers with his right hand, and pulled, He drew the bow away.

Gao Mingxin said, this is the free on-site teaching by a well-known archer.

"Just pull it away like this." Hua Rong closed the bow, let go of Gao Ming, and asked, "Do you want to try other things?"

Gao Ming swung his arms and said, "Forget it, this small one, my arms are so sore." He sat down at the desk and looked at Hua Rong with a bitter face, "Don't tell me, once I exercise, I will A little hungry."

Hua Rong was a little surprised, "You just moved a little bit just now, so it counts as exercise?"

"Of course, I'm lying." Gao Ming smiled at him and said, "But don't worry, I've prepared my own dry food."

He got up and walked to the door, and ordered: "Send the venison we brought to the kitchen."

Seeing that Gao Ming was so well prepared, Hua Rong didn't intend to leave after delivering the horse at first, and just now pretended to go back in a sedan chair, so he couldn't help shaking his head.

Not long after, the roasted venison was brought up. Just at this time, heavy rain fell, and the outside of the house was completely white. Some chill came in from the window, but it made the venison more timely to eat.

After dinner, the rain stopped. Gao Ming satiated with wine and food, said goodbye and left. When he reached the door, he said to Hua Rong, "I'm going back. Thank you for your hospitality. I won't bother you again. You should prepare for the exam."

Hua Rong asked: "Will you come to see me for the field test?"

Martial arts is divided into infield and outfield. The infield is about strategy theory, and the outfield is riding, shooting, fighting and other subjects. It is semi-open, and some people recommend it to watch.

With Gao Yanei's status, it's easy to go around and watch.

"Go! Go even with a knife! Don't worry." Gao Ming agreed, got into the sedan chair, and waved goodbye to Hua Rong.

Hua Rong watched Gao Ming's sedan chair leave the alley before turning back.

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Gao Ming and Murong Yanze continued to tinker with the Cuju competition. It was a rare sunny day, neither hot nor cold, and neither the players nor the audience could tell how comfortable they were.

Gao Ming enjoyed the comfort of the breeze blowing on his face, and watched the game with slightly squinted eyes.

At this time, Murong Yanze who was sitting next to him looked at him, "You really look like a cat basking in the sun on the porch."

Gao Ming said lazily: "Tch, cats are not as comfortable as me."

At this time, Shi Qian rushed over quickly, and whispered a word into Gao Ming's ear, just this one word made Gao Ming sit up straight nervously.

Because Shi Qian said: "His Royal Highness King Yun also has a noble middle-aged man who got off the car in front of the Cuju field with a few followers and is walking into the garden."

His Highness King Yun still has an extravagant middle-aged man?

Ninety percent of the middle-aged man is his father, Huang Zhao Ji.

Gao Ming did so much just to get the emperor's attention, he never expected the opportunity to come so quickly and so suddenly.

To Murong Yanze who was puzzled, he grinned and said in a low voice: "The official is here."

Murong Yanze frowned, "Why is His Royal Highness Prince Yun coming? He doesn't like Cuju very much."

"Now is not the time to analyze King Yun's character. The officials are here, so let's present a wonderful match. But I don't think the officials are satisfied with the level of today's players."

Murong Yanze glanced at the scene, "Then what should we do?"

"Extra game! Last time Yan Qing won without a fight, let him play an extra game today!" Gao Ming hurriedly ordered Shi Qian, "Call Yan Qing here immediately! Say a temporary extra game and let him deal with it well. By the way, there is still Lehe, call him too!"

Time moved, so he went immediately. He traveled quickly, which should save a lot of time.

Murong Yanze said worriedly: "You are really relieved of Yan Qing, are you sure he can do it? You actually let him perform in front of the imperial court."

Gao Ming said firmly: "Don't worry, and I believe he will become famous today."

"Okay, you believe it, and I believe it too. But Yan Qing alone is not enough, who will be his opponent?"

He couldn't help looking at Gao Ming, the tiger father has no dogs, Gao Li's son should also be able to play football, "I've never seen you show your hands."

"Forgive me." Gao Ming hurriedly shook his head.

However, who will fight for Yan Qing is indeed a problem.

But soon, he had a flash of inspiration, had an idea, and said confidently: "Don't worry, there will naturally be an opponent when the time comes."

Murong Yanze wished he could strangle Gao Ming's neck, "Don't be tricky! You don't even know what time it is."

"Okay, okay." Gao Ming begged for mercy, pulled Murong Yanze's ear over and whispered.

After hearing this, Murong Yanze lowered his head and smiled, and patted Gao Ming's shoulder with some admiration, "It's yours."

The two got up quietly, slipped to the backstage, explained a few words to the person in charge of the host, and then waited and watched.

Soon, the two saw King Yun leading a noble middle-aged man into his seat.

That man must be the official Zhao Ji, because he often comes out to meet Li Shishi, he is no stranger to the appearance of the market, and he blends into the crowd naturally.

Gao Ming frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple, looked at Murong Yanze, "I'm curious..."

Murong Yanze thought he had made another major discovery, "What are you curious about?"

"How did they get the tickets."

Murong Yanze fell down, gritted his teeth and said, "When is it, can you be more serious."

"It's just to enliven the atmosphere."

The officials and his party were seated, and the last group of auditions was going on on the stage.

The level of competition is unsatisfactory.

In fact, according to Gao Ming's original plan, he would try to attract the officials when the competition entered the last few rounds and it was more exciting.

He glanced at King Yun and thought, could it have something to do with him?

The results of the game came out soon, and according to the original arrangement, the game should end after the game.

But the official came, how could he be disappointed.

At this time, according to Gao Ming's instructions, the host boarded the high stage, announced the result of the competition, and said: "A few days ago, Yanqing of the Daming Mansion won the competition because the opponent voluntarily retired. According to the judgment of the judges, then There are too many games to count, and there will be an extra game today."

The audience was in an uproar, and they agreed in their hearts, and there was another free game to watch.

What's more, Yan Qing's embroidered body left a deep impression on everyone, and he has long wanted to know if he is an embroidered pillow. This curiosity can be satisfied in advance without waiting for the next competition, wouldn't it be wonderful.

Gao Ming's timing was very accurate. At this time, Shi Qian led Le He and Yan Qing in through the back door.

Murong Yanze gestured to the host, and the host immediately said: "Next, Le He will sing a song for everyone. After the song, Yan Qing will compete on stage."

While Lehe was singing on stage, Gao Ming said to Yan Qing: "You have to compete well later, don't be too nervous, just perform normally."

Murong Yanze warned from the side, "No more tattoos are allowed! Today we must show our true skills."

Yan Qing smiled and assured, "Xiao Yi knows."

Since Lehe became famous with singing, his popularity has risen, and he is competing to be invited by big merchants to sing. The Cuju field is less frequented. Recently, he and Cui Niannu Yanqing are composing together, and they rarely show up.

After many days, he reappeared on stage, and the scene was once very lively.

After Le He finished singing, it was Yan Qing's turn to take the stage. As soon as he appeared, the audience cheered and booed everywhere.

Murong Yanze looked at Gao Ming nervously, "Look at his popularity, are you sure you can do it?"

However, Gao Ming pulled Murong Yanze over and pointed at the position of the official from behind the curtain, "It doesn't matter if it's okay or not, but look, the expression on the official's face is just two words - curious! The official must be very strange, this person Who is it and why is there such a big controversy. The officials have never seen anything, and if it can arouse the curiosity of the officials, we will be more than half."

Murong Yanze thinks it makes sense, "You have whetted the official's appetite now, if you can't satisfy it, I think the two of us will have to go back and forth."

Gao Ming smiled confidently: "Don't worry, we can all eat it, and eat it well!"

"Are you so confident?"

"Haven't you heard the saying, self-confidence is the mother of success."