At the intersection of Jingzhong Street and Mugu Street, there is a seven-story attic, which is called "Boyou Tower". The quaint building with red bricks and green tiles is towering, and is covered with golden sunlight, and is coated with a layer of light gold, which adds a bit of hazy and mysterious. Ω pen interest     』 Pavilion

Boyoulou is the tallest building in Xicheng. If it stands on the top floor, the entire Xicheng will be seen. Whether it is the mountains in the distance or the crowds under the attic, they will be overlooked.

"I can see clearly." The boy in blue who was lying on the railing of the top floor laughed like a playful look down at the crowd downstairs.

"Ju Tong----This Boyou Building is like a treasure house. You see people from all directions coming in this direction, how do you feel?"

The boy in blue stood up straight, and his previously blocked appearance was also revealed. He was more than seven feet tall, with a fair face, his bright red lips were gently pursed, and there seemed to be a playful smile on his lips.

The eyebrows are like swords and the eyes are like peaches. At first glance, it makes people feel trembling. But when they look at them again, their eyes are like torches, but while they are heroic, they give people a sense of verge on the verge of being inexplicably daunting.

However, when I looked again, the aura was as clear as smoke and clouds, I felt that although the young man was beautiful, he could not be played with. Only by looking at it from a distance could you appreciate its beauty and enjoy its beauty.

The person called the foal boy stepped forward and said respectfully: "After this way, you can ascend to heaven. These people all hope to reach the sky in one step, so they naturally flocked to it."

The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth became a little deeper, and it turned out to be even more dazzling than Xuyang. The boy shook his heart, and his eyes flashed with a few flusters. He lowered his head and took a few steps back respectfully.

"This year is really interesting. Those two old guys seem to be silent. I'm afraid that this time has come. Now there are still people who dare to provoke openly. If they don't look at the final analysis, they will not be in the mood to accompany their concubines at night."

"I will keep an eye on their movements." Jutong said again.

The boy in blue stretched his waist and yawned, with two tears coming out of the corners of his eyes, and suddenly said in interest: "What does that poem say, 'You are *******, he is ****-----"

Ju Tong thought for a moment and continued to sing: "Happiness, anger, sorrow, and happiness come to your heart.

No need to be strange, no need to be strange.

The fifth son passed the imperial examination---it was more cute than being honest with both arms.

The big theory in front of the stage, the evil wealth behind the scenes

A little solemn, a little hypocritical, a little firm, a little hovering,

Who can solve the mystery of this?”

The boy in blue smiled and leaned back and forth. After a while, he came to his breath and murmured, "You are so smooth in your back."

Jutong quickly said that he did not dare: "Master forgives the crime, but his subordinates just think that this poem is catchy when they read it, and they accidentally wrote it down."

"Yes----not only is it catchy, it slapped the two old men hard. Now all the civil and military officials in the court know that the whole world is watching their jokes. Even if they are calm, they may get angry for a few days."

When the boy said this, his eyes narrowed into slits with a little cunning, a little proud, and a little cold.

"You must find the person who writes this poem as soon as possible, which will be of great use in the future." The young man in blue ordered again.

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Because of the venue, although the Riding and Shooting Martial Arts are set on the first floor, they are competed outside the field, and it is on the open ground behind the Boyou Building.

Opposite it is another viewing building - Wangjiang Tower. Although it is not as lively as the Boyou Tower, many people who watch the fun like to gather here to watch the riding and shooting martial arts competition.

At that time, in the second floor of Wangjiang Building, a middle-aged man wearing a red-colored dragon satin dress with his shoulders closed his eyes and drank tea. On the opposite side was a handsome boy wearing a blue and golden-colored peacock satin dress. The boy was watching the riding and shooting competition in the open space ahead, looking at the concentration.

The two of them were dressed in extraordinary clothes and their manners were even more noble. At first glance, they were noble people from the capital. The waiter who served tea was afraid of being careless and carefully observed their expressions so that they could react in order to have any inappropriate reaction.

The middle-aged man waved his hand to beat the waiter, and when there were only two people in the private room, he said without any haste: "This time, being a father is coming secretly and will not show up at the book friend's meeting. You must be the father's eyes.

This place has gathered the best talents from all over the country. When you meet talented people, you will try to win over them at any cost. Do you understand?"

The remaining sentence, although the middle-aged man did not say it clearly, the young man understood, and a smile appeared on his face: "My father is afraid that someone will take the lead."

The middle-aged man smelled the fragrance of tea and said with a smile: "Now he is the most shameless in court, but he has no movement in him. I think he has the same idea as his father.

Although I don’t know where he is hiding in the West City, he must be there, so you must be ahead.

These young young people will be pillars of the country in the future. Although the purpose of this time is to win over them, you must also find out who the arrogant young people are. Never let him fall into the hands of others."

The boy's eyes never moved from the field, with a little teasing, "The child is also very curious when he dares to write poems to mock the important officials of the court."

The middle-aged man finished the tea in one breath, got up and put on a hat, left a sentence "Be careful of everything" and walked out.

Wei Zha stood outside the door and waited for the person to walk downstairs before entering the room hurriedly, sighing: "Every time the master talks to the young master, his heart will be raised to his throat. What did the master tell you just now?"

Qiu Ji leaned on the back of the chair and looked happy, asking, "I asked you to check the source of that poem, are there any clues?"

Wei Zha looked embarrassed: "The young man followed him all the way, and although he found an old man, the man claimed that he had picked up a page of paper from the pile of filth, and had already made the paper into firewood. He didn't know where the paper came from, and the clues were broken at this point."

Qiu Ji asked again: "Do you ask what are the characteristics on the paper?"

Wei Zha smiled, fortunately he knew the young master's temper and nodded, "I asked, it's the paper that I was placing on the side-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Qiu Ji's tone was indifferent and a little sensible smile, and asked, "Where does it appear when writing poems with side-tuning paper and painting a red cross?"

Wei Zha was stunned. When he was mentioned, his mind suddenly flashed and he patted his forehead and said in surprise: "It's the candidates--the candidates use side paper. For the unobstructed and unobstructed, the examiner will draw a fork or hook in the lower right corner, but-----"

But there are so many candidates across the country, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and he shows a bitter look again.

Qiu Ji's gaze finally shifted from the field, looked at Wei Zha lightly, and gave an unquestionable order: "Collection of all the non-performing lists of county exams."
Chapter completed!