"What kind of country is this minted from Haidong? It actually has the word "minister". I don't know how to avoid it. It seems that it has no intersection with my Tang Dynasty, and the materials used inside are very strange."

"What Yan Xiang said is very true. This is the number of coins he earned in the Dongdu Market in his late birth and used a hundred coins. He still cannot understand the mystery of the inner life. I think that Persian coins are mostly sages and gods worshipped by his country. The one he loves in the Haidong Kingdom should be, chrysanthemums? It can be said that 'it is not a flower that prefers chrysanthemums, and this flower blooms even more without flowers'." Gao Yue tried his best to fulfill his lie and barely evade it. However, his back was dry and sweaty. "I'm sorry Yuan Zhen, I'm sorry for Cui Yingying."

"Gao Langjun, these two sentences are well done!" Liu Yan praised, then he pinched a "Haidong Steel Beef" in his hand and carefully stroked the concave and convex "Chrysanthemum" on the back of the coin. "Oh, it would be great when the Tang Dynasty could cast a coin as fine as the Haidong Chrysanthemum Money."

After saying that, Liu Yan put away the steel whisk, stood up, and said that the rain had stopped outside. He wanted to say goodbye, and praised Gao Yue, "Liu took your book in Sangu, and it seems that you are indeed for bamboo, not orange."

Then he paused and turned to Gao Yue and said, "Don't forget to submit money and money worth 200 stagnant, I will send the Chaoji envoy to the fifth house in Shengdaofang tomorrow."

"But Yan Xiang..." Gao Yue was very confused because Liu Yan no longer asked about his relationship with Xue Yaoying, Yang Yan and Yuan Zai.

But Liu Yan did not answer him, but walked out of the patrol shop. His Hu slave followed him and wiped the horse tied to the wooden stake with a blanket, put on the saddle. Then Liu Yan activated his mount and took steady steps, leaving without looking back.

There was a scroll he left on the long table of the patrol shop. Gao Yue opened it and read it, called "The Judgment of the Literature and the Baidaokuo".

The cloud hook and rain disappeared, and the autumn rain in Chang'an City had stopped at this moment. Gao Yue returned to the yard of Wujiafang with a nervous mood.

He thought Liu Yan admired himself, but the Tang Dynasty's Jinshi exam was too weird. The emperor, prime minister, prominent, famous, and noble people might come to make trouble. The final outcome is still unclear.

In the room where the head of the shed opened the bamboo treasure that Yun Shao gave, but saw a brand new secret winter clothes and a wool fur coat covered with outer cover. Gao Yue supported it and put it on the wooden rack, but found that the inside was made of needles and thread, tied with colorful paper produced in Zhang Shu. With the candlelight, Gao Yue saw Yun Shao's beautiful handwriting:

Looking for spring and sending spring, we often surround the Qujiang River.

A piece of duck and bastard water, and dust in the chariot hub for thousands of years.

The shore is cool and the trees follow the waves, and the shadows chase the tourists.

As tourists grow old, they are always busy with new things every year.

"This little girl seems to have something to say in the poem?" Gao Yue looked at it, and Yun Shao's fleshy and beautiful face appeared, and his childish and innocent look.

Suddenly, his thoughts felt that Xue Yaoying, the original dream lover template, was Xue Yaoying, "Are you a little older, are you more scheming?" He seemed to be vaguely biased towards Cui Yunshao, the young lady.

At this time, he turned to the back of the colored paper and another line of small words, "If the literary venue is not good, the husband can quickly enter the Jinzouyuan in Fangzhen, Xichuan."

"This is a reminder to take refuge!" Gao Yue couldn't help but feel sad, but then his expression gradually became serious. "This battle will be fought no matter what! After all, I have sworn in front of Zhang Tan's tomb, not to mention that for Tao Fenpeng, for the Imperial College, and for some other people, I cannot lose."

In the courtyard of Yuetang, the drizzle began to come again. The remaining branches outside began to shake, shining on the grille windows in the hall, mottled.

On the crescent stool, Yun Shao, Yun and his second sisters sat back to each other and talked.

Because Gao Yue was busy with scripts for a while, they hadn't seen his new works for a long time, and Qiu Lin kept coming, so they were also very bored.

"Sister is so kind. Not only did she give winter clothes to the senior high school drum, but she also found a way out for him."

"The soldiers who are in the autumn are also given spring clothes and autumn clothes on time. What Gao Langjun is facing is also a fight!"

"My father really admires this bachelor, but he is the chief censor and doesn't like to take on the responsibility, so it's probably difficult to give the senior high school senior."

Hearing this, worries and sorrows rose to Yun Shao's heart again. She couldn't help but raise her eyes and looked at the flower caisson on the roof. The mist in the clothes of Guizi and Qingxi maids also floated...

The miserable huqin and the hole flute bgm rang out from Yunshao's mind again:

Gao Yue sat under the snowy corridor of the south courtyard of the Ministry of Rites. The inkstones were frozen. He looked blankly and desperately at the scroll of paper on the desk. The questions on it were all messy. He had never heard of it or seen it. So as soon as the current affairs were over, Gao Yue put the robe she gave back on the back, shaved her hair, pretended to be a monk, and even shouted that I could not die, he hurriedly ran to Xichuan into the Zuoyuan.

In the Daming Palace, the emperor who learned that Gao Yue had a private escape was furious, "Immediately, the traitors of the two counties of Chang'an Wannian County, Cao Guan, a bad person, and also taught the children of the towns in various towns to dig three feet of the capital. He also wanted to arrest the senior high school drum that deceived the emperor and the emperor, and he would definitely take two hundred and forty sticks!"

In the Jinzuo Courtyard of the Xichuan Jiedushi, Gao Yue's eyebrows and eyes were full of ice foam. He knelt in front of the Jinzuo Office and cried loudly, saying that he knew the little lady of the Pushe family. Outside the Jinzuo Courtyard, the bad guys who captured him were burning everywhere. The Jinzuo Office was indecisive. My father actually came back to the court, followed by one, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight men, all from Gao's family. He told Gao Yue that these were all here to propose marriage to A Ni, who are you?

Gao Yue snot and tears, begging his father to say that he and Yun Shao had true feelings.

"How can you, a mahjong, be contaminated by my Ah Ni?" My father shouted violently, kicking Gao Yue to the ground with one foot, "Get me the rope to tie the Xifan barbarians!"

"Here!" the soldiers shouted in unison, and the snow fell on the rubble in the courtyard...

In the moon hall, Yun Shao, whose eyes were red and swollen, was still waiting for Gao Yue’s news. As a result, He Baofu and his servants carried a big bowl and walked in. Yun Shao hurriedly asked what was in the big bowl and where was Gao Langjun?

"Gao Langjun is in this basin, full of it."

"What!?"

"It's the corpse of the senior high school drum. The Duke captured him and sent him into the Ming Palace. The emperor beat the senior high school drum into mud with two hundred and forty sticks, which was not a human form. We used shovels to shovel him into this basin."

"Ah, Mr. Gao!" Yun Shao couldn't help but burst into tears.

Who would have thought that the little beast Shibao actually jumped into the basin and chewed and swallowed it happily.

Shuffle, Yunhe frowned, waved Yu Ruyi, spread the floating fog in front of Yun Shao, and asked, "Sister, are you crazy?"
Chapter completed!