Later, Li and Yang were selected to be editors of the Hanlin Academy and became close friends.
Two years later, Li Tanhua moved to the Supervisory Academy and served as the censor of the Gyeonggi Province, while Yang Qingyuan was promoted to a bachelor's degree at the Hanlin Academy and began his journey of compiling books.
"You don't know a good heart. I heard that the Green Ant Wine of Qingwuyuan was opened today, and I came here to invite you to taste it!" Li Tanhua didn't notice the ridicule in Yang Qingyuan's words at all, and just turned his hands around.
The folding fan chuckled.
Li Tanhua knew that Yang Qingyuan was not interested in wine, but he was a rare gourmet. Yang Qingyuan might be indifferent to the green ant wine of Qingwu Courtyard, but Yang Qingyuan would never miss the delicacies cooked by the master of Qingwu Courtyard.
Sure enough, when he heard the words Qingwuyuan, Yang Qingyuan's purple hair, which was originally focused on writing and correcting, trembled, and there was a black ink mark on the dense snow-white rice paper.
Yang Qingyuan put down his pen involuntarily. He had not tasted delicious food for a long time. When Li Tanhua mentioned it, the glutton in his heart was aroused. He could no longer concentrate on proofreading the manuscript. He smiled helplessly, "I'll just go. Why do you use Qingwu?"
Are you trying to seduce me with the delicacies of the host?"
Yang Qingyuan couldn't concentrate on the delicious food and couldn't continue editing. After giving some instructions to the editors around him, he stood up and said, "Wait for me to change into regular clothes. I'm wandering around in official robes at this time. I'm afraid that your inspectorate will
I went to court and ignored government affairs."
Li Tanhua's eyes lit up because of Yang Qingyuan's words, as if a new world had opened up.
After changing into regular clothes, the two of them went to Qingwuyuan together.
The Divine Capital was the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was extremely prosperous. It was the time of Shenshi, with merchants and traffic coming and going. Judging from this scene alone, the Great Zhou Dynasty could be regarded as a peaceful and prosperous age.
Qingwuyuan is one of the most prestigious restaurants in the capital city.
The lingering sound of the flowing wind is the dance of neon clothes, and the aster flowers are slightly drunk in the green grass.
They are talking about the four cool places in the divine capital.
The lingering sounds of the singers in Liufeng Pavilion, the colorful dances in Nishangfang are unrivaled in the world, the fine wines and delicacies of Qingwuyuan are not inferior to the imperial cuisine, and the beauties of Ziyuanxie are even better than those of Jiaofangsi.
Brother Li from Yang Qingyuan is a young and romantic man who is a frequent visitor to these four places.
The two of them were walking on the street when a noise came from a restaurant next door, and a figure came out of the broken window of the restaurant next door.
"Xu Jiancheng, where can you escape?!" Four swift figures followed closely behind, seemingly chasing the former.
The first figure that landed was a middle-aged man wearing a cannon, with a long scar on his left cheek.
Four figures followed closely behind.
The two groups started fighting on the streets of Beijing.
Yang and Li on one side also stopped.
"Brother Yang, where are these people from?" Although Li Tanhua has extraordinary martial arts skills, he comes from an aristocratic family and does not know much about the origins of the world and the history of martial arts.
And because Yang Qingyuan has been compiling books in the Hanlin Academy all year round, he has read most of the collections in the Hanlin Academy. Coupled with the understanding and memory that come with being a time traveler, he is one of the few in the world in terms of reading.
I glanced at the five people fighting, novices pecking each other, and there was nothing to say.
"The big man with the sword has average swordsmanship, a bit like the Wuhu sword. He is probably from a small gang. As for the swordsmen, they use Kunlun swordsmanship and should be direct descendants of Kunlun."
Under the siege of four people, the middle-aged man in gray robe gradually fell into a disadvantage. During the fight, the man in gray robe discovered Yang Qingyuan who was watching the excitement not far away on the street. He immediately had an idea in his mind and immediately swung a knife with all his strength.
Angry, he forced the four Kunlun men back, then stepped forward and put a knife on Yang Qingyuan's neck.
"You all stand back! Otherwise I will kill him!"
Xu Jiancheng's move played a certain role. The four men who were chasing him were divided into four directions around Xu Jiancheng, forming a vague encirclement, but they did not take action directly.
"Bah, are you famous disciples crazy dogs? I just picked a few snow lotuses on the Kunlun Mountains, and you chased me for thirty thousand miles and across six major states! Is this Kunlun Mountain your private property?"
Xu Jiancheng's face was full of resentment.
"Xu Jiancheng, please don't make the same mistake again and again. You stole my Kunlun treasure! It's already a serious crime, and now you're kidnapping the people! Why don't you surrender quickly and follow me back to Kunlun for trial!"
The leader of the Kunlun disciples lowered his sword and shouted loudly.
He is the second disciple of Mr. Kunlun Tieqin, He Youji.
"Stand back. If you come forward, I will kill the pretty boy!!" Seeing the four Kunlun disciples headed by He Youji approaching, Xu Jiancheng brought the knife closer to Yang Qingyuan's neck.
Seeing Yang Qingyuan being arrested, Li Tanhua not only did not come forward to help, but instead watched the circus on the street with a smile on her face.
"The knife is a little cold!"
Yang Qingyuan, who was kidnapped, suddenly spoke.
It's mid-October now, the weather is cold, and the blade of the knife is really cold against a person's neck.
Xu Jiancheng was stunned at first, and then stared, "Young face, your life is still in my hands. If you don't want to die, just be obedient and don't play any tricks, otherwise..."
"I..." Yang Qingyuan was called a pretty boy. Yang Qingyuan didn't know whether he should be happy or not. After all, this was a different kind of affirmation of his appearance. Although he could escape at any time, Yang Qingyuan still wanted to observe both parties up close.
"Don't hurt this young master!" The only female disciple among the four glanced at Yang Qingyuan, and then silently put the long sword in her hand back into the scabbard.
Yang Qingyuan was very pleased to see this scene.
Little Junior Sister Kunlun has come into contact with either her fellow disciples or wealthy people from the world. A handsome and elegant scholar like Yang Qingyuan is indeed rare.
The words "Thank you, Heroine!" made little junior sister Kunlun's cheeks slightly red, shy and timid.
He Youji and his junior disciples looked at each other, their expressions darkened, they raised the sword in their hands again, and slowly took a step forward.
"You! You!... Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?" Xu Jiancheng looked at the movements of the Kunlun disciples and panicked in his heart.
"Senior brother! No!" The little junior sister looked at the movements of the three senior brothers and subconsciously wanted to stop them!
He Youji's sword made a slight sound.
"If this thief kills this young master, I will kill him with the sword to avenge this young master!"
Listening to the conversation between the two, Yang Qingyuan looked confused.
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Co-author I, the hostage, was just given up??
Ignoring the confused Yang Qingyuan, Xu Jiancheng looked at the four people approaching Kunlun step by step, with panic in his eyes.
A palm mark was placed on Yang Qingyuan's vest, and then he swung his iron sword and killed the Kunlun disciples, intending to fight out a way out.
"kill!"
Before Xu Jiancheng's palm force could be applied, Yang Qingyuan could take the lead and dodge deeply.
But Yang Qingyuan still took the palm, and with a turn of the true energy in his body, the power of the palm disappeared and he stepped aside.
Xu Jiancheng's palm did not use any force. Even an ordinary person could only stumble. This shows that this person is not a vicious person.
Except for the younger junior sister who glanced at Yang Qingyuan worriedly, the four Kunlun people paid no attention to him. Among them, He Youji was the first to step forward and attack.
The long sword in his hand was extremely fierce, flying up and down, circling and changing, multiplying the ups and downs. The other three people followed suit and supported Xu Jiancheng from the outside to prevent Xu Jiancheng from escaping.
