The Times Spent in Pretense

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Changkong and these people called brothers and sisters, and the relationship was so good that they could tease and play with each other.

I was able to pass the exam this time, and I have already been blessed by the eighteenth generation of ancestors. The person who spoke was the youngest son of the Duke's Mansion. He lay lazily on the reclining chair, listening to the rhetoric of his friends, and yawned, Ex A few days ago, I sent a greeting to the young master of the Lin family and invited him to review books with us, but he refused.

He is the son of the champion, who can recite poems at the age of two, write words at the age of three, and write lyrics at the age of five. Naturally, he is different from us. Another son said, Isn't it true that I spend all day with us playboys? drag him down to study.

Changkong is still the Yuan of this session, and the shelf is not as big as him. The youngest son of the Duke's House sat up and put the book aside, Look at him, he is very arrogant.

The same class of candidates, even if they enter the officialdom in the future, they will have more affection than others. The people who can study in this other courtyard are the juniors with status and status in the capital. They gather together not only to review books, but also to have a friendship on the face of an aristocratic family.

Lin Sen's rejection of his invitation was almost equivalent to his disdain for dealing with them.

This makes the person who pays the tribute, how to hang on the face.

You two are hiding here and being lazy again. Yao Songbai beckoned to the two of them, Come and throw the pot, if anyone can't vote correctly, come memorize a book and write a poem.

Come here. Hua Changkong also waved to the two of them, I won't participate in throwing the pot, lest you say I bully others.

As soon as these words came out, the young masters refuted Hua Changkong in unison, but after they saw that Hua Changkong made ten hits and ten hits, they were all silent.

Brother Hua, you can obviously rely on your inability to eat, so why do you want to compete with us literati for a place? Yao Songbai patted Hua Changkong's shoulder with a pretense of sadness, Isn't it good to leave us a way to survive?

No way. Hua Changkong sighed regretfully: If I don't do my exam well, I will go home and let my little sister take care of me.

Everyone burst into laughter. The Hua family has two princes, two sons, and one county master. Only Hua Changkong, this poor child, has no rank and no title. If he fails the exam, he might go home and be raised by his sister.

After everyone laughed, a young man blushed and invited Hua Changkong to the corner: Brother Hua, I wonder if Lingmei has a marriage partner?

Hua Changkong looked at the handsome and shy son in front of him, with a trace of pity in his eyes: She is still young, and her parents want to keep her for a few more years.

Whoever looks bad, has to look at his sister.

Men, I always don't understand the truth that the more beautiful a woman is, the better she can clean up.

So that's the case. The son was a little disappointed. He once glanced at Hua Liuli from a distance, but he lost his heart and soul with just one look. I finally gathered up the courage to go to Hua Changkong to ask a question, but I didn't expect that the Hua family didn't want to marry their daughter at all now.

This is not surprising. They have always advocated freedom in Dajin. Men are not married at 20, and women are not married at 18. Fushou County Master is fifteen years old this year, and the two generals are reluctant to marry her now. .

Hua Changkong sighed and reached out and patted the young man's shoulder. With this brother's small physique, if he really let Liuli marry him, it would simply hurt him.

The son was confused by Hua Changkong's pat on the shoulder. Could it be that he was sympathizing with the love that fell from the branches before it could bloom?

Thuan An Princess House.

Jiamin, Lin Wan has been divorced, what do you think? Yao Wenyin pushed Jiamin's arm.

What can I think, I can't marry Lin Wan home. Jiamin sat cross-legged on the fox fur rug and carved a wooden board with a knife. Since she was often enraged by Hua Liuli, she had a new hobby, wood carving.

As long as these woods are imagined as Hua Liuli's face, and one knife at a time, it will be extremely relieved.

You don't like Prince Ying, or...

Forget it. Jiamin fiercely stabbed the wood carving twice, Men, it can only be regarded as a pastime in a woman's life.

Her biggest goal in life is to step on Hua Liuli under her feet. As long as Hua Liuli is the natural enemy, all men are floating clouds.

You... be careful, don't poke your hands. Yao Wenyin couldn't help but said when she saw Jiamin's vicious appearance, Are you carving wood or killing wood?

Don't you think that if you think of this wood as Hua Liuli, it will be especially relieved when you carve it? Jiamin pressed the wood hard on the ground, as if it was Hua Liuli.

Yao Wenyin stared at the messy pieces of wood for a while, and said, Bring me a piece of wood too, and bring me a carving knife.

The two poked the wood together, Yao Wenyin said, Jiamin, you can't even use Hua Liuli.

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