[Langya Bang] Outside listening

Chapter 6

God has eyes, An Wangba finally did not enter the top ten in the martial arts test, he was not destined for the literary test, and he was not qualified to fight the princess in person.

He is No.11.

It is something to be proud of to achieve such a ranking among many good players in the world, but it does not mean that his kung fu is really that good. Those who fight against him know that he is a prince, so they dare not play hard, so some competitions that he does not know who will win the game are all defeated by him. win and go.He didn't care about the seriousness of his strikes, he couldn't see how much he was allowed, the son of the Taiwei's family, Sima Lei, was wounded by his sword, and it seemed that he would not be able to use force again for a year or so.

For this, he was reprimanded by Emperor Liang poking his forehead, and he restrained himself a lot in the next match, so he lost and became No.11.

Master Jia Buzhong said with relief: "Very good, very good. If your Highness goes to take part in the literary examination, there is really no place to put your old face."

Xiao Jinglin gritted his teeth and crushed a walnut.

Master Jia Buzhong continued: "Your Highness has the strength to pinch walnuts, so why not redo this theory, the logic of this writing is simply beyond human reach. If His Highness really passes the literary test at this level, the chief examiner will be embarrassed Death: If the verdict is true, His Highness is at the bottom, and His Majesty and even the whole leader will lose face; if His Highness is advanced, how can he be worthy of the conscience of a literati..."

Xiao Jinglin flipped through the nonsense article he was talking about, raised his eyebrows, "Can it fit the Sacred Heart?"

Jia Shidao: "The intention is very good, but the writing style is not good."

"Then let's change it. To please that person, you have to do it just right." Wang An threw away the old manuscript, spread his brush and ink, and started to redo it casually.While writing, he spoke with two minds, "I just mentioned the literary examiner, the candidate has been decided? Is it really that Jiangzuo Meilang?"

"Yes."

"Pseudonym Su Zhe, what do you think of this name, why can't I guess the profound meaning? This Mr. Su is really talented, and his ability to name children is really not as good as mine. My name is so profound. Good to remember."

Your name is really easy to remember, Wang Ba'er, three characters, Fei Liu can remember two at once.

Xie Mansion Xuelu, the official chief examiner of the literary examination made a promise at the imperial banquet, so in these five days, he will train three children to defeat the tough guy Bailiqi covered in gold bells and iron clothes.

The sun was shining, and Mei Changsu was sitting in the courtyard, holding a book, paying a little attention to Fei Liu who was training the children.

Fei Liu stopped suddenly, staring at one side of the courtyard wall: "Bastard!"

Mei Changsu reacted and coughed dryly: "Fei Liu, you mean, where is His Royal Highness Prince An?"

Fei Liu nodded and hummed, ran to the wall, and shouted outside: "Bastard!"

An Wang Ba climbed over the wall and smiled apologetically: "Fei Liu, Fei Liu is so good, at least save me some face, okay?"

The three children were very generous. When they saw him coming, they all showed smiling faces and surrounded them like puppies seeing their owner. They even knelt down and kowtowed according to the rules. : "His Royal Highness King An!"

This posture is not like the sinful slaves in Yeyou Court seeing the prince, but it is very similar to the group of children called "starlings" in Langzhou market.

His Highness King An could call each child by name, and could talk to them with a smile. Mei Changsu watched from the side, seeing that he treated Ting Sheng no differently, he treated every child equally.Standing together like this, Ting didn't look very much like him. Perhaps the child's demeanor has a bit of King Qi's shadow, but King An doesn't have that kind of demeanor.

King An...Jing Lin...only got his shape, but not his spirit.Her temperament is a bit like Aunt Le Yao's, she is kind to everyone and has no airs.It's just that this naughty nonsense, who did it follow?

"Mr. Su's sword array is indeed very exquisite, so I won't bother Mr. Jing's teaching. Brother Jing Rui still owes me a crab meal. I'll blackmail him right now. Mister will come to reward him later?" The young man's eyes were bright, without any trace of sadness .

Mei Changsu lowered his brows and smiled slightly: "Su's body is cold, I'm afraid he doesn't have that kind of good luck, he can only disappoint His Highness's kindness, I hope His Highness will not blame you."

Xiao Jinglin's expression seemed to change slightly for a moment, but he didn't see it when he looked closely, and he still smiled happily: "I forgot that crabs are cool, and they should be beaten. Then sir, I will wait for your three master disciples to defeat the hundred Rich, please invite them."

So three days later, Sanzhizi defeated Bailiqi, Emperor Liang pardoned his sins, and changed from a sinful slave to a free body. King Anjun now dragged the man into his palace, and as expected, he had a banquet, no wine and no tea, all changed Milk and cheese, there are many good things, and none of them will hurt the stomach of young children. Crabs are full of cream and fat, but each person is only allowed to eat two, and a cup of hot ginger drink is added after eating.

While watching the children eating, Xiao Jinglin's eyelids kept twitching, and he ran out the door after saying something urgent. When he saw Prince Jing's back from a distance, he hurried to Zhaoren Palace.

So Jing Lin picked up one of Grandma's cats and ran wildly all the way. When he rushed into the gate of Zhaoyang Palace, he even knocked down an arrow that might have been aimed at him.

"This..." The prince's private soldiers fired arrows at Zhaoyang Palace, and Prince Jing supported the delirious Princess Nihuang.Jing Lin was a little dazed, Sima Lei was injured so badly that he didn't pass the essay test, why is this still a stage?

King An was different from King Jing, he would not dare to shoot the emperor's heart with the hundred guts of the noble concubine Yue.

In Zhaoyang Palace, Nihuang made a statement, there was no such thing as Prince Jing holding the crown prince with a knife, the testimony of the two county kings, the commander of Mengda caught the foreign minister Fan Hui on the spot, the emperor's disposition, but it was still the Yue clan's demotion .

Yu Wang, who did nothing, said a few words at the end and got a generous reward; it was useless, and An Wang, who ran around Zhaoren Palace and caught the cat of the Empress Dowager, was given a bunch of good things; Prince Jing, who was in danger, could only give a few words of compliment.

Xiao Jinglin, who was still carrying the cat, followed his seventh brother out of the gate of the Zhaoyang Palace. He didn't even mention that he was holding the cat, but he still walked straight. Halfway up the wide jade steps, people slipped to the far side.

Naturally, he was reprimanded by his seventh brother: "In front of the Zhaoyang Palace, majestic prince, how do you walk?"

Xiao Jinglin said: "Seventh brother, you don't know, I fell here once when I was five years old, but I dare not step on that ground again."

Prince Jing glanced at him: "Five years old? Can you remember?"

Wang An said: "Of course, I have a good memory!"

Prince Jing seemed to want to make a smile, but the corners of his mouth pulled and failed. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Finally, he gave him a tired look from his back: "...nonsense."

That's right, you thought he really forgot his past, and you weren't in middle school at the time, you didn't know.

The five-year-old Xiao Jinglin fell so hard that time, his face was on the ground, his eyes were facing his aunt's unconsciously convulsed hand, the blood stained on the sleeve, soaked his inner clothes, and dried into brown scabs on his skin. The bruises that I fell out were mixed together.

The bruising didn't disappear until the mother wrapped her body in white silk.