Manifest Marriage I

She was beautiful and weak, her words were like a knife, and there were not a few people who were momentarily stunned by her.Coupled with the demeanor of the head of the house and the mother who was raised in a wealthy family, and the noble and scholarly spirit soaked in etiquette and poetry, she looked even more awe-inspiring and inviolable.

The man she denounced as a "lecherous" and "shameless person" was so angry that his face flushed red because of his dark skin. He was humiliated in public, and he waved his sleeves: "What a eloquent little girl! !"

Lian Zhou's eyes were indifferent, and he simply stopped arguing with him, his words were clear and his eyebrows were still gentle: "Fellow fellows, there may be half a word I said that is wrong, please enlighten me."

She leaned over and saluted humbly, which made the man's shame and ugliness stand out. Comparing the two, it was obvious who was superior.

But in a short while, someone quoted scriptures and yelled loudly at Qinglu Academy for its excellent breeding. It was full of lust and no sages in its eyes.

Asked where is the fast?It is a place where Kyushu literati imitated the sages and met friends through literature.

Talking about such a solemn and solemn matter of literature and morality is said by this person to be justified by color.

If everyone is greedy for color, and forgets the principles and rules left by the ancient sages and sages when they see beauty, then what is there to praise about Taoism?Isn't it the same as the fireworks and willow alley?Is it no different from that prodigal who hangs around brothels?

It's just asking for humiliation!Feng Yan scolded everyone present and insulted the Qingfeng of literati. There was no need for Lian Zhou to say more, let alone Shen Duan to come forward to ask for an explanation. Take half a step!

This move directly cut off the possibility of his promotion. Four years later, how could he still have a place in the literary world?

Feng Yan was expelled, and even the dean, master, and students of Qinglu Academy were almost embarrassed.

And the competition hasn't started yet.

With a smile on her face, Lian Zhou looked dignified and steady, she looked at the hesitant Qinglu Academy scholar: "Brother Lu, do you have any doubts?"

The scholar surnamed Lu hastily pulled up his sleeves and saluted: "Feng Yan just said that he offended Miss Ning and all senior colleagues. Lu Feng apologized to everyone. Please rest assured, Miss Ning, making friends through literature is an elegant thing. It's the Moon God descending to earth, and the competition is just a competition. Lu will go all out!"

What he said was not only for Lianzhou to hear, but also to save a little face in front of the major academies with a pious appearance. Qinglu is not only Feng Yan's generation, he can lose his talent, but he must not lose his character.Not to mention losing the reputation of a century-old academy.

Lian Zhou returned the gift...

This competition is about poetry and essays, with the theme of "Lovesickness", written within a stick of incense.

When Lu Feng picked up the pen, Lian Zhou was still staring at the snow-white rice paper in a daze: Acacia.If she told lovesickness with pen and ink, would her Ah Jing know?I will definitely know it.

"Strange, why doesn't she still write?" Li Shiqi poked Shen Duan's arm: "As far as I know, poetry is her weakness. Can this... be done?"

"You want to get ahead?" Shen Duan asked.

In a word, Li Shiqi shut up.Although Lianzhou's poems and essays are weak, it is easy to crush her.Don't hit a stone with an egg.

Halfway through the burning of incense, Lianzhou raised his sleeves and brushed, revealing a small white wrist.

A beauty is like jade, so how can a beauty think?Can it stand up to taste scrutiny?

Little did she know that the lovesickness was endless, and she had been in her bones since the moment she left Zhou Jing. She concentrated on putting her affection on the tip of her pen, hiding her shame in her heart, but she was not afraid of this love being known to the world.The pen is flying...

After writing the last word, she slowly let out a long breath, and said to herself: This is all right, the land of Kyushu, as long as anyone who pays attention to this grand event, I am afraid that everyone knows that I yearn for Ah Jing.

She burst into a smile, and looked at everyone generously. At that time, the incense burnt out, and she said, "I've finished writing."

On the second day of Wendou Zhai Wendou, when the news reached Xiangnan, Li Shiwu was so angry that his eyes were red, and he drew his sword and cut off the corner of the table obliquely.

"What a lovesickness, what a Ning Lianzhou!"

When King Xiang got angry, he was surrounded by thunder, and the servant girl saw her tearing up the peach blossom paper, her eyes were crazy, and her heart was full of sadness and pain.

His Highness is unable to ask for the Patriarch, resents, angers, laments and yearns all day long, calls the Patriarch's name in his dreams, and often calls "Brother Jing" when he is happy with others, his emotions are extreme, hurting others and himself.

Her lips moved slightly, trying to face the danger of being punished by the stick, she cried: "Your Highness, why don't you take pity on the person in front of you?"

A sudden voice woke Li Shiwu up from her rage. She sneered, her eyes dark and ruthless: "Pity the person in front of me? Are you talking about you?"

There was a hint of bloodthirsty in her tone, she stepped on the back of the maidservant's hand that was pressed to the ground, lightly rolled her toes, leaned over slightly, and said coldly, "If you serve the master for two days, you are qualified to teach me a lesson ?”

"Your Highness...Your Highness...it hurts..."

Li Shiwu withdrew his foot: "Come here, pull it out, and give fifty sticks."

Thirty sticks of the wooden staff in Prince Xiang's Mansion can beat a person's skin to pieces, but whether fifty sticks can survive or not depends on fate.

The servant girl was not afraid of her miserable fate, but before being dragged out, she hugged Li Shiwu's slender legs under the skirt: "Your Highness, Your Highness can no longer torture yourself, I feel distressed when I see it..."

"Drag out!"

"Your Highness!"

The voice was scattered in the cold and severe wind. Li Shiwu heard that there was no cry from outside, but when he looked back, he saw the rough maidservant in the courtyard biting her lips tightly, and refused to make a sound.

madness……

She stomped her feet, remembering that she also wanted to hug Brother Jing's leg and beg him to take pity on him, begging him to take a look at her.

"I won't let go, Ning Lianzhou, just wait and see!"

On the third day of Wendou Zhai Wendou, Miss Zhou Zhou sent a paper full of lovesickness to the owner of the house. After seeing it, Zhou Jing smiled and narrowed her beautiful eyes into a line. She opened the psychic jade, just in time for Lian Zhousi She is impatient.

A soft female voice floated out from inside, softer than catkins and lighter than snowflakes: "Ah Jing..."

Zhou Jing smiled and collapsed on the couch in the study: "Zhou Zhou misses me, I am very happy."

In the inn, the girl sits quietly in front of the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside. The snow here is a bit less vigorous than the goose feather snow in Xunyang. It is lingering, and it falls to the ground in a thin layer.

Hearing what Zhou Jing said, she shyly smiled: "I know I can't hide it from you, so I refrained from saying it the past two days, so don't make fun of me. I am far inferior to you in poetry and prose, This time, I just took advantage of my sincere feelings."

She said "sincerely", and the tips of her ears turned red after she finished speaking.

With affection, she won the honor of Lu Shusheng of Qinglu Academy. Facing the praise of others, she didn't feel anything. She should have been calm when she won the honor.

But half of her skills were taught by Day Jing, and her full of affection was also caused by her, there is really nothing to be proud of, and some are full of sweetness and shyness.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jing on the other end was really dissatisfied with her humility, and snorted: "How many catties and taels is the price of a big literary mind? Don't you hear that you are full of water, and love is stronger than gold. In my opinion, affection is priceless.

Talented but ruthless, one cannot escape deceit, but one who is sentient but not talented, has sincerity in one's heart, and one who is sentient and talented is the consummation of talent and affection.

If you have never met Zhou Zhou, you will not be as happy as you are now, and you will not feel the fun of love. The literary talent is just an embellishment, so don't be ashamed of yourself. "

"I know..." Lianzhou was elated by her confession: "I regard Ah Jing as a high mountain, and Ah Jing is also the person in my heart. I said that I am not as good as you. This is the truth. You are deep, and it is true."

"Zhou Zhou..."

"Ok?"

"If you're like this, I won't be able to sleep again tonight."

Lianzhou bowed her head at what she said, and said softly: "Just don't think wildly."

A sigh came from within Lingyu: "You are hard to be the head of this family."

"I do not have……"

Dayi Jing couldn't help himself, kissed the spirit jade: "Guess what I just did?"

Lian Zhou has excellent hearing ability, deep thoughts, deep thoughts, apricot eyes stained with a smile, she shyly turned her back to the window, endured and endured, but the person opposite was still waiting for her to reply, restraining her heartbeat, she whispered: " you're kissing me..."

"Good Zhouzhou, I wish I could put you on the couch right now."

The psychic jade broke the connection, Zhou Jing watched the jade glow disappear, and laughed at the stars in the sky outside the window.

Lianzhou's breathing was unsteady, her face was flushed, she fell down on the bed, her face was buried in the soft pillow, and her heat continued to rise.

She is really...

Frivolous Meng Lang...

Her thoughts were distracted by her, and the girl who always had a regular schedule unexpectedly suffered from insomnia that night.With Dan Qing under her eyelids participating in the Wendou, she watched more and said less, but every time she spoke, every time she played, Shen Duan would never be disappointed.

On another day, Song Ran responded to the challenge of Yuanming Academy on behalf of the Women's Academy.

The piano skills shocked everyone.

The day after tomorrow, Cui Zhi challenged Chanqiu Academy to fight against Danqing, and the two-hour-long pen and ink painting added a bit of light to the up-and-coming girls' academy.

Even if Li Shiqi is at work

Praise.

A team of ten people, working together to fight for dignity.

Zhan Qiucheng, the discussion was in full swing, Shen Duan snorted unceremoniously: "Lian Zhou, tell me."

The girl stood up again, talking eloquently.

And that's almost become the norm these days.

After a month and a half of the literary battle, the verbal battle against the Confucian scholars after the literary battle, the people who talked about the Tao for many days inevitably became a little more angry, but the gentleness of the girl was like spring rain, watering everyone's impetuous hearts in time.

Talking softly and in a very orderly manner, even if it doesn't make sense, such a voice is a fairy tale to people.

In the literary world and on the battlefield, wherever strength is respected.

The strength shown by Baihe Women's Court, led by Shen Duan, started with strong crushing, and then clarified and rebutted gently and lightly. Interesting thoughts can break through the differences between men and women and collide with fierce sparks.

And that spark is the brilliance of humanity.

Wen Wen Zhai could hear the needle drop, the girl's soft voice was neither urgent nor slow: "I personally think that there is a sequence in hearing the Tao but there is no sequence in the Tao.

The winter receded, and the early spring was suddenly cold.

night……

Xunyang City...

Zhou Jing was dressed in white, bathed in starlight, and the flames between his brows were clearly extinguishing.The star master has not returned to his position, and the only way to gain powerful power is to use the starlight to feed back to himself.

The sky is vast, and the Changye star is as bright as fire.

Within the Sea of ​​Consciousness, a woman in white gauze was shrouded in an invisible mist, her figure was ethereal and her facial features were blurred.

She said: "Shengjun, will you come to see me tomorrow?"

There is a meandering galaxy in the consciousness. The woman sits high on the Qionghua osmanthus tree, the moist water vapor wraps her, her long hair is three thousand, and the white gauze is swaying.It is Shuiyu Star Lord who surpasses all stars with beauty and gentleness.

The picture flashes, and the uncontrollable love spreads. In the heart washing pool, Zhou Jing hugs her Zhou Zhou and enjoys it? It's a good thing, the love goes deep, and the girl's tender cry enters her heart.

Phantoms appeared one after another, Chang Ye's stars swayed, and Zhou Jing spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, his pretty face turned pale.