[Comprehensive martial arts] Why are there so many people who seek to usurp the throne!

Green smoke curls up, and the faint fragrance fills the whole room along the aromatherapy burner.

Cui Qingyue was holding a black chess piece, facing Li Shishi with a calm face, she took the white piece and thought for a while before landing on the chessboard.

The room was very quiet. Zhao Yan, who came in a hurry, opened the door and saw two beauties sitting opposite each other and playing chess.

He didn't make a sound, sat on the couch, spread out the drawing paper, rubbed the ink and began to draw alone.

As an emperor who was obsessed with calligraphy and painting and indulged in mountains and rivers, his attainments in calligraphy and painting were no worse than those of famous calligraphers and painters.

Speaking of which, in the imperial court, civil officials are more important than military officials, and civil officials are in power, while military commanders are humble.Not all the officials in the court are good at writing and painting.

Even Cai Jing's handwriting, which everyone shouted and typed, was very beautiful. When Zhao Yan was correcting the memorial, he liked to see Cai Jing's handwriting the most. The font on it was thin and powerful. Cai Jing and Zhao Yan are more willing to face his words.

In the time it took for a cup of tea, two women with different postures were painted vividly. The ink was dotted on the paper, and Zhao Yan crumpled the paper into a ball impatiently.

No matter how he paints, he just can't paint their charm.

The way they play chess quietly is beautiful, and the way they move is also beautiful. You never know what kind of style their next move will be.

Li Shishi's serious face became relaxed, with a smile on his face, and he said sadly, "I will never play chess with you again, there are pits everywhere waiting for me to jump down."

On the chessboard, black pieces force white pieces into corners.Cui Qingyue's chess style seems to be open and close, but in fact it is thick and subtle. She puts her traps in the open, forcing you to jump.

Zhao Yan approached, Li Shishi jumped when he saw Zhao Yan suddenly appeared, and covered his chest with a handkerchief, "Why are you silent when you come, my lord?"

Zhao Yan lowered his head to analyze their chess game, and said with a smile, "You two play seriously, I sat there for a while, did any of you pay attention?"

Li Shishi got up to give up his position, packed up the chess pieces, Zhao Yan took the white stones, "Let's play a game?"

Cui Qingyue refused decisively, "No."

It is much more difficult to think of a beautiful way to lose than to win someone.

Zhao Yan snorted softly, put down the chess piece made of jade in his hand, and muttered, "If you don't play, you can't play, you are stingy."

"I'm not stingy, so much gold, silver and jewelry in the Pingnan Palace fills up half of the treasury, you should have fun." Cui Qingyue said.

Not only gold, silver and jewels, but also the [-] well-trained private soldiers of Pingnan Palace also filled the army.

Originally, just because of the similar appearance of Prince Pingnan's son to the emperor, and the dragon chair, it was impossible to kill Pingnan's palace.

But the [-] private soldiers completely drove the Pingnan Palace into hell.

Zhao Yan was even more unhappy when he said this, "Pingnan Wangfu is almost richer than the national treasury, I don't accept it." He added in a low voice, "It is the national treasury, not mine. Wang Xi's Mumbai Shi Qing and Shi Lu's money is almost gone."

It is really sad that he is the emperor.

"Come to Tianshui Lane without money?" Cui Qingyue squinted his eyes, thinking about how the grandson went to Chunfeng Building because he had no money and was thrown out by the girl.

"It's not you!" As soon as Cui Qingyue returned to the capital, he asked Zhuge Zhengwo to announce her into the palace, but he simply said two words - not coming.

What can he do?

If the mountain does not come, he has no choice but to come and go to the mountain.

More than once, Zhao Yan felt that his decision to get Cui Qingyue from such a broken mountain was too clever.

As soon as he went down the mountain, the leader of the martial arts alliance arrived.As soon as she got the leader of the martial arts alliance, the cancerous Pingnan Palace was brought down by her.

marvelous!He has been the emperor for so many years, probably except for this incident, he has not done anything right.

Zhao Yan was grinning, matching his immature face, he looked a little cute, "Sister Cui, what do you think of me? Can I practice martial arts?"

Cui Qingyue laughed, not distracted at all, "You are old, don't bother."

Zhao Yan was very angry, very angry, it was the first time someone said that he was old because of his baby face for so many years.

He took the bronze mirror in front of Li Shishi's dressing table and looked at his face, "Nonsense, I'm not old at all!"

Li Shishi covered his handkerchief and watched them bickering, "You are not old, you are still a three-year-old child."

"Okay, both of you narrow me down together." Zhao Yan said pretending to be angry.

Li Shishi covered his handkerchief and laughed even louder, "Your Majesty really looks like a child."

No matter how noble his status is, Zhao Yan is just a young man who has just reached the crown.No matter how deep the scheming is, it can't get rid of the childishness of young people.

It must be very tiring to stay in the palace.

Only after leaving the imperial palace and coming to Tianshui Lane, Zhao Yan is Zhao Yan, not the emperor everyone knows.

After fighting for a while, Li Shishi left the room.

Zhao Yan and Cui Qingyue were left speechless.

"Sister Cui is so wonderful, if you go to Yangcheng, the Pingnan Palace will be gone." Zhao Yan's eyes glowed.

"I'm not black and white, and people die wherever I go." Cui Qingyue ended the topic with one sentence.

Cui Qingyue's ability to spoil the scenery is first-class.

"Sister Cui's mouth is not forgiving at all." Zhao Yan said.

"Teacher tradition."

Zhao Yan was not laughing, but suppressed his smile, "Sister Cui has helped me so much, I don't know what Sister Cui wants, how about I make Sister Cui a princess?"

"It's easy to do, no need." Cui Qingyue conspired, she knew that Zhao Yan was testing her, and also knew that he was afraid of finding someone as ambitious as Cai Jing.

Cui Qingyue's voice was very light, light and astringent, "I just want to see the prosperity of the country and the safety of the people."

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved, "Sister Cui, I remember your words."

Sure enough, he did not make a mistake in his bet. The Cui family always carried the ambition of calming down the Quartet in their bones.

After leaving Tianshui Lane, Cui Qingyue turned a corner and went to Sanhe Building to pack a lot of vegetables. When he walked onto the bridge with the vegetables, there was a strange boy standing on the bridge.

Wearing baggy clothes, pointing fingers with a brush in hand.

As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, the boy waved his hand and said, "Girl, wait a while, you will come up later."

The pen in the boy's hand quickly drew a few strokes on the paper, "Okay, girl, come up."

The boy sniffed his nose, "It smells so good, girl, where did you buy it?"

"The three-fold building in front."

The young man opened the notebook in his hand and wrote the words Sanhelou.

While writing, he asked Cui Qingyue, "Miss, do you know any beautiful places in Bianjing?"

"I don't know." She is also not familiar with Bianjing, so she doesn't know what beautiful places Bianjing has.

He asked again: "Where is the most beautiful place that girl has been to?"

Cui Qingyue thought about it seriously, and answered him, "Penglai."

"Penglai? Penglai!" The young man shouted a few words and ran over quickly, "Is there really Penglai?"

He looked longingly into the distance, "I really want to travel thousands of miles and see all the rivers and mountains of the motherland."

The young man clasped his hands and saluted, "My name is Wang Ximeng, a painter. My greatest wish in life is to paint magnificent rivers and mountains thousands of miles away."

"Cui Qingyue."

She wasn't interested in these, and she didn't want to chat with the boy.

Wang Ximeng slapped his head, "I forgot to ask Miss Cui about the route to Penglai."

He looked around but there was no sign of Cui Qingyue around.

The hawking was incessant, and the vendors on the street were shouting at the top of their voices.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief!" The sound of catching a thief burst out amidst the cries.

The thief ran left and ran again, deliberately crashing into several stalls on the street.

A man in a red official uniform followed closely behind him. The man acted timidly because of other pedestrians on the street, unlike a thief who jumped up and down and didn't care about the passers-by he bumped into.

The thief was getting closer and closer to Cui Qingyue, and he was about to bump into him. Cui Qingyue kicked the man in the red official uniform.

"Where are you going? Hand over your things." The man held his collar, the thief reluctantly took out the money bag from his pocket, and the owner who chased him kept thanking him with the lost money bag, "Thank you Zhan Zhao grown up."

Zhan Zhao nodded and said, "Be careful next time."

He should know Cui Qingyue, looked at her several times, and asked, "But Miss Cui?"

"You know me?" The man in the red official uniform was upright, and Cui Qingyue was sure that she didn't know him.

Zhan Zhao looked at Qin behind Cui Qingyue with a smile on his face, "Miss Cui's piano is too discerning."

There is no other piano like this in the world.

He clasped the thief's hand with one hand, and thanked Cui Qingyue, "I'm going to Zhan Zhao in Kaifeng Mansion, thank you, miss."

Kaifeng mansion?The Kaifeng mansion that was tricked by her.

In the last assassination, Bao Zheng bit off one of Cai Jing's left and right arms abruptly.As a result, now Cai Jing is bearded and staring at Bao Zheng, and he comes to Kaifeng Mansion from time to time to trouble him.

But Bao Zheng was like the stones in the latrine, smelly and hard, he would not eat them if they were soft or hard.

Cui Qingyue felt inexplicably guilty in his heart, nodded, and quickly fled the scene.

Facing such a righteous man, Cui Qingyue just felt guilty.

After catching up with Shenhou Mansion, the first thing Cui Qingyue did was to rush to the Cangbing Pavilion.

Leng Xue thought she was here to visit the Cangbing Pavilion, so he subconsciously moved out of the way, but Cui Qingyue stuffed him with the things in his hand.

Along the way, Cui Qingyue used his internal energy to warm the dishes, even after such a long time, they were still warm to the touch.

Cold-blooded head turned sideways, with a puzzled look on his face, "?"

Cui Qingyue also imitated him, "?"

Leng Xue opened it and looked at all kinds of well-wrapped pastries and a piece of grilled chicken, and had nothing to say.

Cui Qingyue's eyes were full of love and pity, and she was too thin. Standing next to Leng Xue, she seemed to have gained ten catties.

Wen Xiang rushed to Zhui Ming, his eyes glowing green, "The roast chicken in Sanhelou?"

Cui Qingyue slapped Zhuiming's hand that was reaching out to the roast duck with one hand, "Go away, it's not for you."

Zhui Ming's eyes widened, and he had a wretched smile on his face, his eyes flicked back and forth between Leng Xue and Cui Qingyue.

Show an understanding expression.

Combined with his unshaven face, he looked very much like the paralyzed Wang Ermazi outside the Shenhou Mansion.

After his life, he disappeared.

Cui Qingyue asked: "What happened to him?"

Weird.

Cold-blooded sat down, put things on the table, and replied, "I don't know."

Cui Qingyue also sat down, tore off a chicken leg and took a bite. As expected, the roast chicken in Sanhelou was really delicious!

The next day, everyone in the Shenhou Mansion, including Wu Qing, heard gossip about Leng Xue and Cui Qingyue.

Ruthlessly looked at Cui Qingyue, who was playing the piano calmly, in a somewhat complicated manner, "Fourth Junior Brother is indeed a good man except he doesn't talk much."

Cui Qingyue complained in his heart, saying that you seem to talk too much.

"Did you also hear the rumors in the mansion?" Cui Qingyue's ears were sharp, and she had heard the servants' comments in the mansion a long time ago. She thought about buying ten altars and eight altars of wine in the afternoon, in front of Zhui Ming. drink, and give him not a drop.

"Hmm. Could it be a fake?" Zhui Ming passed on with his nose and eyes, and the two met for dinner together, so it was right.

Cui Qingyue put down the piano, and said word by word: "I just think he is too thin, making me look fat."

Ruthless: "..." Facing Cui Qingyue, he was once again speechless.