The morning sun is warm and comfortable, just like a beautiful woman's jade hand gently strokes her cheek.

Yang Shuang competed with Qin Xianzhi in the yard.

Among Han Qinhu and others, Qin Xianzhi had the weakest martial arts skills, so he could only let him feed Yang Shuang. If it were Han Qinhu and Li Jing, Yang Shuang would not be able to hold on to two moves.

Over the past six months, Yang Shuang's shooting skills have improved a lot. Although she is incomparable to Luo Cheng, she is already better than ordinary soldiers and is not in vain than the imperial guards.

Yang Shuang didn't ask for herself to become a powerful general like Han Qinhu and Luo Cheng, but she also dreamed of fighting on the battlefield. So even in the Tang Dynasty, Yang Shuang couldn't help but get up to practice guns every day.

In Li Jing's words, although Yang Shuang started late, with this perseverance, she could achieve great success in shooting skills within five years.

In fact, martial arts skills, talent and perseverance are equal.

Many marksmanship do not have very high talent, so they are only familiar with it.

After practicing the gun and washing up, Yang Shuang was about to take Li Jing and Bian Yi to Baozhai Hall to attend the poetry meeting, so she asked Luo Cheng to call Monk Bian Yi.

After a while, Monk Bian Yi came out.

Damn, this guy was actually wearing a white monk's robe. The monk's robe was very clean, without any dust or any decoration, but it made Bian Yi's handsome appearance even more handsome.

"Amitabha! Young Master, isn't I wearing too simple clothes?" Bian Yi asked.

Yang Shuang looked at his bald head, and she did not have a single hair, and she didn't have the skills to wash, cut and blow in her previous life. With his outfit, he was the focus wherever he went.

Women admire them, men look at them sideways.

"If you think it's simple, why don't I give you a Zen stick?" Yang Shuang asked.

Bian Yi was serious and said, "Forget it, you don't have to spend money."

Yang Shuang shook her head. This monk was becoming less and less like a monk. She was originally thinking about whether she could train him to become a prime minister in black, but now it seems that he wants to become a monk Tang more.

Today's poetry meeting will probably not be peaceful. Yang Shuang simply asked Hong Fu Nu to put on makeup for herself, covering her forehead, and blocking her left eye. Her temperament changed, and even if Chai Shao saw it, he would not recognize her.

Li Jing also changed his clothes, like a guard.

That's how the three of them set off.

Because the place where you live is not far from Baozhai Hall, the three of them consider walking.

Originally, Yang Shuang was walking in the middle, but found that Bian Yi was too eye-catching, so he moved aside, surrounded Bian Yi, willing to be a green leaf.

I saw pedestrians on the street stop to appreciate it, and I seemed to have never seen such a handsome monk.

Some young women looked at Bian Yi and their eyes were even more dull, as if they were the husband in their dreams, and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva, wanting to be bullied by him.

Even some old ladies lamented that they were too old, and it would be great if they could be twenty years younger.

Slowly, the discussion sounded.

"This master is obviously a person with profound Buddhism and looks so handsome!"

"I really hope that the wizard can chant scriptures for me every night!"

"What sutras are you reciting? Hurry, hurry up?"

"Oh, I hate it, I'm so happy to say that!"

"Brother, you are a man!"

"I thought my appearance was unparalleled, but I didn't expect that this holy monk made me feel the pressure!"

"Ugly man, get out of here!"

...

In the past, Yang Shuang didn't believe Pan An's trottering car, but now she believes it, but she can't believe it.

I believe Bian Yi shouted: Which girl can borrow some money?

I believe that copper coins and silver will immediately sprinkle like drizzle, covering the ground.

It turns out that they are all a group of beautiful dogs!

Finally, we arrived at Baozhai Hall.

At this time, there were many carriages parked in front of Baozhai Hall, and many young talents in gorgeous clothes came with their female companions. However, at this time, they were looking sideways and moving away from the road in front of Baozhai Hall, allowing Monk Bian Yi to go first.

Monk Bian Yi looked calm, as if outsiders admired his handsome appearance, and he said to the manager in front of the door: "Donor, I am here to attend the poetry meeting. This is an invitation!"

Yang Shuang, who was standing beside her, handed over and smiled bitterly in her heart, and she became a follower.

The manager took the invitation and said hurriedly without reading it: "Master, please come in!"

OK! It seems that you can go in without invitation. If I had known this, I would have asked Miss Xuerong for help without any verbal words.

Bian Yi thanked him all the time: "Thank you!"

In this way, Yang Shuang and Li Jing followed Monk Bian Yi into Baozhai Hall, and the onlookers dispersed.

The interior space of Baozhai Hall is extremely large, with a platform in the center, with tables and chairs placed under the table, and people are already full of people.

The manager asked the three of them to come to a seat and then went to entertain the others.

Yang Shuang and the other two sat down, and the people around were still looking at Bian Yi, secretly discussing who he was.

The guests sitting in the hall are all ordinary people, and the slightly powerful people are in the private room upstairs. The four-story attic has dozens of rooms. The higher the height, the more noble the identity is.

At this time, there was a private room on the fourth floor, Chen Zhengde was drinking with two young talents. These two were from extraordinary backgrounds, namely Wei Zheng's son Wei Shuyu and Liu Wenjing's son Liu Shuyi.

Wei Zheng has not yet made a fortune and has served as the official position of the crown prince Xima. Although his official position is not high, he is highly valued by Li Jiancheng. In the future, Li Jiancheng ascended the throne, Wei Zheng, as a minister of the dragon, will surely rise to the top.

Liu Shuyi is not simple. His father Liu Wenjing, like Pei Ji, was both prime ministers of the Tang Dynasty and had the privilege of "forgive the two deaths". Both of them supported the crown prince Li Jiancheng, and Liu Wenjing's sons Liu Shuyi and Chen Zhengde were also close friends.

At this time, while drinking, the three of them looked at the room opposite through the open window.

"Brother Chen, will Prince Zhao come to the poetry meeting?" Wei Shuyu asked.

Chen Zhengde nodded and smiled, "The manager of the Zhao royal family came to me specifically and asked me to leave a private room for him, so Prince Zhao will definitely come. He originally wanted to use this poetry meeting to see if there are any outstanding scholars who happened to be made a rookie and make him famous. In this case, scholars all over the world will know that as long as the crown prince is valued, they can make a name for themselves. Unexpectedly, it will attract Prince Zhao to come. This is a good opportunity. You two will follow me to toast after a while."

"Thank you, Brother Chen!" Wei Shuyu and Liu Shuyi were overjoyed.

In fact, with Liu Shuyi's identity, he doesn't have to be so happy. After all, his father is the prime minister and he doesn't have to eagerly curry favor with the prince. The reason why he is so happy is because this prince is Li Xiaogong, he is not an ordinary person. Now the dispute between the prince and the King of Qin is becoming more and more intense. If anyone can win over the prince of Zhao, he will definitely make his advantage more obvious.

This is why Chen Zhengde and the other two are happy.

While the three of them were talking, someone walked around the room opposite, but soon, the window was closed.

Chen Zhengde immediately sent someone to inquire and learned that Prince Zhao had indeed come.

In the elegant room, the burly Li Xiaogong was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was full of nobleness. Opposite him, a woman dressed in a man, wearing a hat on her head, and the black gauze was floating, and you could see her eyes as bright as stars.

Li Xiaogong waved his hand and the guard retreated.

"Take off the hat, there are no outsiders." Li Xiaogong said.

The woman took the cover and showed an exquisite face, which was Li Xiuning.

Looking at his cousin, Li Xiaogong said helplessly: "When did you like to attend poetry meetings? Isn't it good to dance with a knife and a gun? Come on, why should I drag me over and be your shield? You've made me suffer!"

"My cousin is serious about this. How did I harm you?" Li Xiuning smiled.

Li Xiaogong said: "This is a poetry meeting created by Chen Zhengde. It is to help the prince build momentum and win over scholars. I am now avoiding the prince and the King of Qin like a tiger. When I come here today, I will not be at peace in the future, so you have caused me a lot."

After a pause, Li Xiaogong asked quickly: "You rarely attend poetry meetings, why did you come here today?"

"I really want to know?" Li Xiuning asked with a smile.

Li Xiaogong nodded quickly.

Li Xiuning replied: "Actually, there is no special reason. I just walk around and see if I can find my favorite husband. I also went to Quankang Academy and Deyi Academy two days ago."

"What?" Li Xiaogong looked dull. He never expected that his sister, who was as good as a woman, would go to find her husband in person. This was incredible.

Li Xiuning continued: "Is it very strange?"

"It's not just strange, it's very strange! Why are you looking for a college and poetry meeting yourself? Do you want to find a scholar?" Li Xiaogong asked.

Li Xiuning nodded and said, "I dance with swords and guns all day long, and I don't like my other partner, who is also such a person. And with martial arts, I may not be able to escape the fate of the battle between the south and the north in the future. I cannot harm him."

Li Xiaogong was stunned and understood Li Xiuning's choice.

She held the Detachment of Women's Army, which was a 100,000 army. If the husband selected was also a general, it would have a great impact and life would not be peaceful in the future.

"You don't have to choose it yourself, right? Your Majesty wants to choose a son-in-law for you?" said Li Xiaogong.

Li Xiuning asked back: "Does I choose my son-in-law, or my father, the crown prince or the king of Qin choose my son-in-law?"

Li Xiaogong was silent immediately. Indeed, the candidates were chosen by the three of them by then, and Li Xiuning could only choose one from it, rather than choosing the one he liked.

"So I want to find it myself, cousin, don't make fun of me!" Li Xiuning smiled heartily.

Li Xiaogong sighed. This female hero who led the army to fight on the battlefield and killed countless foreign enemies was unable to help but think about it. It was really a pity.

"Okay! If you want to go in the future, just call me up. I am tall and strong, and I am suitable for being a shield!" Li Xiaogong replied immediately.

Li Xiuning nodded and thanked him.

Dongdong...

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door, and then Chen Zhengde's voice sounded: "The lower-ranking official Chen Zhengde comes to pay homage to Prince Zhao!"

Li Xiaogong had a headache and said, "I feel cold today and don't want to see anyone. You can go back."

Chen Zhengde outside the door frowned and said, "The emperor admires the prince very much, so..."

Before Chen Zhengde finished speaking, Li Xiaogong's temper also came up and shouted, "Get out!"

He is the famous Li Bawang. Have you forgotten his reputation after enjoying it in a low-key manner over the years?
Chapter completed!