In the upper capital of Chen Jiu's mansion, the sound of reading aloud spread from a bamboo forest.

　　Bamboo is a rare top-grade bizhu. I don’t know when it started. Bamboo has become a metaphor for people’s sex.

　　 I remember a poem written like this: "Assume that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rock. The hard work is still strong, and the wind is in the southeast and northwest."

　　 The awe-inspiring righteousness floats in the bamboo forest, and the voice is righteous and peaceful, with a kind of law, and the person who hears it can not calm people's heart, and the "gloom" in the heart is gone.

　　 Chen Jiu, dressed in white, sits in a bamboo forest. He sits lazily on a wicker chair on a table woven from bamboo. The scrolls in his hands are brand new, but with a sense of sainthood.

　　 held an apple toward Xiaoyu, and fluttered gently with the knife in his left hand, like a dancing butterfly, wanting to fly into the sky.

　　The peeling of the peel destroys this harmonious beauty.

　　 "Are you really not going to the game today?".

Put the scroll down, look at the teapot on the wicker chair, pour out a cup of tea, and savor it carefully: "No, I am not a cat or a dog. Why do you want to go? He wants to lend me to the sky, but I can't do what he wants This time, not only can I not use it as a stepping stone, but also make my reputation soar again."

　　 This is a society where people cannibalize. Everyone is calculating. Everyone is a prey and also a hunter. Obviously, this kind of role has no clear boundaries.

　　 Today, the Hundred'Flower' Building is extremely lively. There are countless scholars during the exchanges. The old bustards at the'door' greet guests with a stiff smile.

　　 Today, when Xie Yun, the eldest son of the Xie family, played against Chen Jiu, the students who hadn't seen Chen Jiu for a long time publicized it, and a duel was known in Beijing.

　　 In a ‘flower’ garden, Jiang Qianqiu was playing a game of chess, and on the opposite side was an old man in his fifties: "Grandfather, what do you think Chen Jiu wants to do?"

　　 The old man looked at the chessboard intently: "Don't you have a big dream, don't you deduct it in your dream?".

　　 Speaking of this, Jiang Qianqiu's "color" is a little weird: "I can't simulate Chen Jiu's "color" in my dreams."

　　 "How is it possible?" The old man gazes aside and shakes his hand: "Really?"

　　 "Really" Jiang Qianqiu definitely nodded.

　　 "You kid is not easy" Jiang Wanyoung took a breath, and then dropped a chess piece: "He is in the next big game."

　　 "How old is it?".

　　 "As big as you want."

　　 "I hope he can ‘get it through’ and don’t play with fire* to get himself in." Jiang Qianqiu's temperament was dusty at this time, and he no longer had that sleepy-eyed look.

　　 In a restaurant in Shangjing, four young people sit in a room. The room is luxurious. The wood is made of fine nanmu. A stick of incense is burned in the center of the room, which has the effect of calming and concentrating.

　　 Liu An lowered his head at this time and didn't know what to think, the atmosphere was silent.

　　He Zhongguo looked at Liu An, and then at Wu Qi, who closed his eyes and said: "Boss, have you thought about it?"

　　 Liu pacified his slightly wrinkled forehead: "What I am wondering'confused' is how Chen Jiu could come to Shangjing, but he was not killed. There is no secret in him. This makes me very curious."

As he said, Liu An's eyes lighted up: "Is there anything you want to think about? Chen Jiu is too arrogant, pushing us Yuzhou to the mouth of the wind and waves, and everyone is implicated. Although Yuzhou City is good , But it's still a big difference compared with Shangjing. Everyone knows how to do it."

　　 While talking, I saw Liu An blew on the incense in the center of a few people, turned and stood up: "Let’s go to the Bai’hua’ building".

　　 Mu Qingyi stood by the window in the "Flower" building, watching the endless crowd, with a smile on the corners of her mouth: "Interesting".

　　 Downstairs, everyone was drinking wine and talking about Bidou. …

　　 "Do you think Chen Jiu has any chance of winning?".

　　 "A little terrapin from the countryside, why is it our rival to the talented scholar in Beijing, Xiongtai, you worry too much".

　　 "Yes, that is, that Chen Jiu is so arrogant, this time I just told him to know something good."

　　 At the center of the first floor are two tables. Xie Yun sits on the first seat. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all in place. The noise in the entire hall does not seem to affect Xie Yun, as if an old monk is sitting quietly on a chair.

　　 Everyone consciously surrounded the middle chairs, leaving only one road leading to the road outside the ‘door’.

　　Upstairs, Wang Jinlun made a sound of golden ‘color’ clothes, holding a folding fan, and ‘servants’ and ‘girls’ around him, quietly saying nothing.

　　 Time passed by a little bit. From morning to morning, the weather temperature rose, and everyone seemed to be infected by the hot air, with a trace of irritability.

　　 "Why isn't Chen Jiu here yet".

　　 "That is, he is too good at playing big cards, he is embarrassed to ask us to wait for him."

　　 "Really, I'm hungry".

　　 "That's it, that's it".

　　 "You must show him a good look after you come, but you said he wouldn't dare to come, right?" a humane.

　　 "How could it be possible that this time the Bidou spread throughout Shangjing and attracted the attention of various forces, how could he not come".

　　 "Yes, I have placed all my bets, and I'm just waiting for Master Xie to beat that Chen Jiu and get the money".

　　 "Isn't it really not coming," said a person in a low voice.

　　 "This,,,," everyone's tone was stagnant again.

　　 At this time, everyone had a bit of recollection. From the beginning to the end, some people in Beijing promoted today's Xie Yun and Chen Jiu's fight. Even Master Xie confirmed this, but Chen Jiu hasn't moved? , Is this competition just a joke, Xie Gongzi directed and acted in a farce.

　　 Time shifted, and it was past noon very quickly. At this time, as long as it was a person, it was not right. Xie Yun was still sitting there, like an old Buddha, except that no one saw Xie Yun's hands trembling in the sleeves.

　　 "Chen Jiu, if you dare not come, don't blame Lao Tzu for cruelty."

This time the competition was passed to Beijing, many of them were his own push to help him. He originally wanted to use the mouth of the public to force Chen Jiu to fight, but he did not believe that he would dare to be forced by such a general trend. Should not fight, unless he doesn't want to'mix' in Beijing in the future.

　　 It's a pity. I never thought that Chen Jiu didn't even mean to respond at all. It became a farce to spread the world, and Xie Yun's face was greatly embarrassed.

Upstairs, Wang Jinlun's folding fan has been put away, and his hands are uncomfortable back and forth. He and Xie Yun are both known as the leaders of the younger generation. Xie Yun loses not only his own face, but also him. Wang Jinlun and countless scholars in Beijing.

　　 At this time, not far from the big exam, countless scholars gathered in Shangjing to put their eyes on it. If such a farce really ends in the end, how can the scholars in Beijing raise their noble heads in front of others.

　　 "Prince Wang, is Chen Jiu really not coming?" asked an extraordinary scholar beside Wang Jinlun.

Wang Jinlun shook his head: "It’s hard to say~lightnovelpub.net~ It’s just noon, and there is still another hour. Maybe he is building momentum, but if Chen Jiuzhen doesn’t come within this hour, then... ".

　　 Speaking of this, Wang Jinlun did not say anything, but the result was already there. Thinking of that unscrupulous face, Wang Jinlun had no bottom in his heart.

　　 Upstairs, Mu Qingyi was holding a volume of books in her hand, and a ‘waiter’ and ‘girl’ arranged her hair for Mu Qingyi: “Miss, will Chen Jiu come, it’s noon.”

　　 Mu Qingyi changed a little posture: "It's hard to say that Chen Jiu has been building momentum. Obviously, he thinks that the current momentum is not enough and not enough. This Chen Jiu has a lot of plans and ambitions. It is really hard to say this time."

　　 "Miss has experienced the sufferings of the world and is thorough in the hearts of the people. Can't you see that Chen Jiu is not successful?".

　　 Mu Qingyi shook his head: "He is just a mystery, an unsolvable mystery."

　　 In the pavilion, Jiang Qianqiu narrowed his eyes at this moment: "Chen Jiuguo is really Chen Jiu. He regards the general situation and his relationship as a leisurely person, dismissing it. If I can't resist this pressure, I can't make it."

　　 "You are still young, and you can enter other people's dreams when you enter the next level of your big dream. Then you will naturally be as good as Chen Jiu." The old man said confidently.

　　 Jiang Qianqiu nodded and said nothing.

　　 In the imperial palace, the eyes of the emperor descended over the entire imperial city, and the entire imperial city was like his own palm prints, clearly visible.

　　 I saw Xie Yun, who was uneasy in his heart, the angry crowd of ‘excited’ sentiments, and the young man who was still sitting calmly reading.

　　 "Is he Chen Jiu? How can he be so tall, is there something dark about his body?" The emperor said inwardly. (To be continued,,,!)