Man Niu Chen Yaojin swung the Xuanhua ax and struck at Meng Xinghe again. This time Meng Xinghe was well prepared and dodged back easily.
Continuously missed with axes. Chen Yaojin looked at the frail scholar in front of him in surprise. He asked with a black face: "You have learned martial arts. Otherwise, how could you avoid the uncle's axe."
Meng Xinghe had never learned any martial arts. He just found that his strength had become stronger. I don't know if it was caused by practicing the magic sect's Hehuan technique.
Seeing the two people fighting back and forth, Li Chengqian stood between them and mediated: "General Cheng. This is the staff advisor of our army on the right. I came to the racecourse today just for a casual look. If it's inconvenient for you, General, then we will I’ll take my leave first.”
Although Li Chengqian is the deputy commander of the army, he is still quite taboo about certain highly respected generals. In addition, he always thought that Li Shimin had ulterior motives in sending Chen Yaojin from the left army to the right army. Therefore, he had ulterior motives for Chen Yaojin. Yao Jin does not mean that he is confiding in his heart. As long as he can compete on the school field again, he can represent the army on the right and win the competition.
Chen Yaojin glanced at him: "Come in, sir. I'm going to practice martial arts first. I won't accompany you."
He left as soon as he said so. Soon he was carrying the ax and galloping away into the distance again. From a distance, it looked like a black storm rolling up on the green grassland.
"Mr. Meng, don't mind. General Chen is a straight-tempered person. However, he is the most courageous and skilled man in the Tang Dynasty. This year's second game with the army on the left. In order to ensure victory, the old prince asked General Cheng to play. It's really embarrassing for him." Looking at the black wind in the distance, Li Chengqian said slowly and was already leading the way.
"How do you interpret Brother Chengqian's words? Does General Cheng not want to fight on behalf of the army on the right?"
Li Chengqian thought for a while and finally felt that the matter was not a big deal. He said truthfully: "General Cheng used to be the deputy commander of the left army. But because of his straightforward temper, he and Qin Shubao copied the matter in the court. As a result, he collided with the Holy Lord. Later he was demoted to my right army and became a vanguard general transporting grain and grass. Even now, he still has a bad temper and has not changed. Alas, he is a member of the left army after all. He can't control it. He can't be sure. He was sent back that day."
It turns out that San Ban Ax has such a tortuous story. With such a temper, killing people in battles is okay. How did Hun Chaotang win over those civil servants? Listening to what Li Chengqian said, it was obvious that he did not regard Chen Yaojin as a confidant in the army. This is true. He used to be a bitter enemy and the deputy commander of the left army. He was suddenly inserted by the Holy Emperor. He and the superiors sent an inspection officer to review the political performance. He was timid about doing anything and could not be aboveboard.
I briefly looked around the racecourse. In addition to Chen Yaojin, I met more than a dozen young generals. However, most of them were riding on horses and practicing without any slack. These generals were all pioneer generals in the army. All of them are good players who can defeat a hundred with one. This time, they have put in a lot of efforts for the competition between the two armies. They just want to win this battle.
It was all the impetus brought by the reorganization of the army. Looking at the generals coming and going in the distance wielding weapons to kill, there was nothing to watch. Meng Xinghe simply withdrew from the racecourse.
Li Chengqian followed him all the time. After waiting for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Meng, according to what you see, how sure are our chances of winning this competition with the army on the right?"
Li Chengqian is most concerned about this issue. He is listening carefully and trying not to miss a word.
"Not sure. 50% sure." Meng Xinghe calculated in his mind. He would definitely lose the archery competition. But he didn't tell Li Chengqian. As for the subsequent horse-riding competition, if Chen Yaojin rides out, he has a greater chance of winning. This way The situation is that everyone wins one game. Now it seems that the decisive factor is the third game, which was the most uncertain before.
Li Chengqian's face suddenly darkened a lot. He who was originally so confident actually felt like he was in a trapped beast after losing every game.
"I wonder what the master plan is." Li Chengqian didn't give up. Since he had taken Meng Xinghe to see the archery field and the horse farm, he also wanted to know what the clever plan he had in mind was. Otherwise, why did he recruit Meng Xinghe, a military advisor, to come in? Li Chengqian's usual style is to use things when others are idle.
Meng Xinghe yawned and said lazily: "Brother Chengqian, don't be impatient. We don't have any good ideas for now. Wait until I get down and think about it."
I'm not in a hurry. It's strange that I'm not in a hurry to die. Li Chengqian wanted to press Meng Xinghe to the ground with a board and force him to express his thoughts. But he was afraid that the polite and virtuous corporal manner he had been holding back would be exposed. Finally, he said humbly: "That Chengqian I am always waiting for good news, sir."
"Yeah." Meng Xinghe replied lukewarmly. This Li Chengqian is too jealous. The more critical the situation, the easier it is for the hypocrisy in his heart to be exposed. Meng Xinghe pretended to be tepid, even stupid and ignorant. After a little test of Shi Wu's appearance, I could clearly see this person. I felt sick to my stomach at his hypocritical benevolence.
In front of the gate of the army barracks on the right, after sending Meng Xinghe away, Li Chengqian's face no longer looked like he was smiling and respectful. Instead, it showed a fierce look. "Humph. He's just a little scholar. Wait for this book. The day the king ascends the throne, you will be the first to be attacked."
Somehow, Meng Xinghe's ears have become particularly sensitive since he and his wife Mengdie practiced the Hehuan Art together. Although Li Chengqian spoke very quietly, Meng Xinghe, who was sitting in the sedan chair, could hear clearly. However, he was confused. I don't care. I know that this kid will become a bad guy in the future. Even if Meng Xinghe doesn't hug his thigh, it doesn't matter. But it makes Meng Xinghe understand a little more deeply. The so-called courtesy and virtue of the superiors are greatly appreciated by the corporal. It's all because of you. While he is still useful, when he takes over that day, you are destined to be a stinky stone kicked away by him.
Back at the Imperial Academy, it was already noon. Aunt Yun had still cooked a table of delicious dishes and was waiting for Meng Xinghe to come back. If anyone outside knew that Princess Xiruo of the Sui Dynasty, who was once loved by thousands of people, now just stayed in the house every day. Every day. An ordinary woman who goes to the vegetable market to carefully select food and then comes back to cook carefully for a man will probably piss off countless elegant gentlemen who once admired Princess Xiruo.
Eating the side dishes carefully prepared by Aunt Yun, Meng Xinghe did not think it was incredible that he could eat such delicious meals every day. It seemed that he was used to sitting quietly in front of Aunt Yun every morning, noon, and night. Watching her take small bites of food, while he devoured all the delicacies on the table without paying any attention to it.
After lunch and resting in the room for a while, Meng Xinghe, who was bored, was going to go to the wretched old man's stable and take a sip of the liquor he brewed. However, before Meng Xinghe could go out, Aunt Yun had already arranged a task for him. Now that he has passed the imperial examination, he should continue to paint pictures of beauties in front of the Xiangguo Temple.
The most painful thing in life is to dress up as a monster-looking man and go out to fool around. He has a face that makes women fall in love with him and men feel hatred and jealousy when he sees it. I really am not in the mood to accept it.
She packed up her painting tools. Just when Aunt Yun was about to give herself Longyan Pill to change her appearance, Meng Xinghe reached out to stop her. She said seriously: "You don't need to give me any Longyan Pill. I go out to seduce someone else's skin. A girl from a good family. How can this be my style, Mr. Hualiu?"
Pushing Aunt Yun away and carrying the box, Meng Xinghe walked out in a dignified way. What a bullshit holy king. I don't care about that look that makes everyone love you.
When we arrived at Xiangguo Temple, there was still a constant flow of people coming and going. The sedan chairs of famous people came in and out. Without exception, most of them were women who came to burn incense and ask questions about Buddha. However, occasionally you would see a few people who looked like rich men sneaking in. Meng Xinghe could tell at a glance that these men went in to worship Buddha for a fake purpose and that their purpose was to pick up girls.
After finding a place out of the sun, Meng Xinghe set up his painting stall. Then from a distance, several average-looking women walked over.
"Excuse me, sir. You also paint for others." The woman's voice, whether beautiful or ugly, is always so beautiful.
"Yes. I draw pictures of beauties." Meng Xinghe spread out a piece of rice paper and was inking. "Do you ladies want to draw a picture? I only charge two taels of silver."
Money is a drop in the bucket for this group of ladies who are not short of money. They are just curious about why the gentleman who used to paint in front of Xiangguo Temple has not appeared in the past few days. Since they all make a living by painting, they must be here. A young master must know what is going on.
"Then Master, do you know why the gentleman who used to paint pictures of beauties didn't come to paint for several days?" He pointed to the place not far from Meng Xinghe. It was the place where Meng Xinghe changed his appearance and painted several women. He said with a blushing face. His face was full of expectation. It was as if he was fascinated by the old painting gentleman who didn't need to decorate and was uninhibited.
"Oh, him." Meng Xinghe looked at the infatuated girls in front of him and said, "He went back to his hometown. I'm afraid he won't come to Chang'an again. I heard he is going back to get married. You should go back."
The expressions of those women suddenly became very lost. I heard that Mr. Huahua went home to get married. They all looked like they had been abandoned by their beloved men. They walked away in a daze.
Sin. Sin. He also harmed several young girls in love. Meng Xinghe sat quietly on the chair. The sun in the sky couldn't reach him. No one came to visit. With such a sluggish business, he simply dozed off.
In his free time, Meng Xinghe, who was waiting to eat and mix time and work, dozed off in a daze. A refreshing fragrance suddenly came into his nose.
"That's right. It's Chang'an's most precious tribute Luozidai, which is generally not available in the market." Meng Xinghe, who was very familiar with rouge and gouache, sniffed his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw an acquaintance he met in the tea shed that day.
"Girl wants to paint." Looking at this girl wearing a purple dress, her temperament is like a fairy. She is like an orchid in the empty valley, blooming quietly, quietly and lightly, blooming with her unparalleled elegance. Meng Xinghe suddenly thought of A poem. There is a beautiful woman who is unparalleled. She lives in a secluded valley. She comes from Yunliang's family. She is scattered among the vegetation.
The woman in a purple dress sat down and placed the snow-white sword on the table.
"Shen Luo, do you recognize it?"
Meng Xinghe shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then do you know who I am."
Meng Xinghe continued to shake his head: "I don't know."
"Concubine Yuxiang." The woman said as cold as ice: "I am the one you are waiting for."