Chapter 167： Extra three

He laughed a few times, and Wen Sheng said a few words with the emperor.

Soon, someone came to announce which side won and which side lost. Gu Yuanbai nodded and said, "Reward."

The chief guard glanced at the sky (color), and walked forward a few steps to persuade Gu Yuanbai to return to the palace in a low voice. The early dynasty of the Da Heng Dynasty was once every two days. Today, I just came to see the Cuju game when nothing happened. Gu Yuanbai originally wanted to make a round in the capital. After persuading him, he also dispelled this idea and left a few palace servants. Here, the guards boarded the carriage.

Pyeongchang Hou Gong sent his son to leave, and was about to take his son back to the house, but he heard that his son and the eldest son of the Hubu Shangshu did not know where he was going. Pyeongchang Hou was startled, his anger rose again, and he returned alone with a calm face. Fuzhong.

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When the sky (color) was about to get dark, Pingchang Houfu welcomed the prince. Hou Pingchang had people waiting in the front yard. As soon as Li Yan just stepped into the house, he was called into the study by his father.

"After the Lord left today, I realized that you also left early," Pingchang Hou said angrily. "You dare to leave before the Lord has moved. You are so bold!"

Li Yan swallowed when he mentioned that the saint, he was afraid that he would be discovered, and said in a hurry: "Father, guess what I saw today? When I was playing in the street, I saw Xue Yuan's servant in the downtown area. The middle vertical horse is galloping, he is too arrogant!"

Hou Pingchang frowned: "Zongma is busy? No, I have to write a book to the saint."

Li Yan quietly exited the study, and he was relieved when he returned to his room. He let everyone around him get out. The door was closed, the candle was lighted, and the warm scroll in his arms was spread flat on the table.

Privately hiding the picture scroll on the saint, this is a big deal of rebellion, how can Shengyan hide in the bedroom of a small elementary school so casually?

As Hou Shizi of Pyeongchang, Li Yan naturally knew this truth. But he just couldn't control it. He always felt excited and excited in his heart. When he faced the sage, he felt scared and uneasy, but he wanted to look away from the sage, and he felt unwilling.

He didn't have any bad intentions, and didn't intend to use this portrait to do anything bad. He just felt that the saint was really good-looking, and it would be a pity not to paint it.

Li Yan moved cautiously, and in the picture scroll was a very noble man. The man’s eyebrows and eyes were drawn by Li Yankou, the painter hand-painted, and the ink on the face underneath is very light. This is for cover-up purposes. No one except him and Tang Mian can know that part of the painting is a saint. on.

The eyebrows and eyebrows of the sage have a special charm, but the painter has never seen it with his own eyes. Li Yan looked at it for a while and said in frustration: "I also said that it is a perfect painting of the capital. What is this painting? It looks like a **** but not like me. The painter."

After cursing for a while, carefully put the picture scroll away and put it in the hidden drawer beside the bed. When Li Yan went to the couch, he remembered the scene of seeing him on Saint Today.

I don’t know if this lack of manners will make Sheng Shang not like him. He doesn’t know what he looks like today when he kicks Cuju. He must have a blush and thick neck. The Sheng praised him for being handsome. No matter how handsome he is when kicking Cuju, he is not good-looking. .

After thinking about it and thinking about it, Li Yancai was in a daze (sleeping Shui).

*

Gu Yuanbai naturally didn't know the thoughts of the young boy. He was waited on, washed and changed clothes. His face (color) was a little pale at night. Tian Fusheng asked softly, "The little one will press his head on the saint?"

On the Ming Huanglong couch, three beautiful court ladies in thin clothes knelt beside Gu Yuanbai, silently wiping the emperor's wet black hair with a towel.

"No need," Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and endured the discomfort in his body, "Let your little apprentice come over and beat my leg."

Tian Fusheng hurriedly called the little apprentice, and the little **** knelt under the dragon couch, thumping his legs proficiently, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. The saint liked his craftsmanship.

After the black hair was wiped (dried gan), the three court ladies quietly got out of the bed and walked out barefoot.

"Tian Fusheng," Gu Yuanbai said suddenly, in a lazy voice, as if he was about to (sleeping Shui), "How are things I asked you to do?"

Tian Fusheng: "Holy Lord, everything is going well."

"Well," Gu Yuanbai said, "The previous batch of people sent out are all my hard work. Let them pay attention to everything. The news is nothing but the most important thing to live."

"Yes, I will say it again tomorrow."

Three years ago, Gu Yuanbai secretly sent someone to adopt a group of orphans, gave them food, clothing, and shelter, taught them the ability to read and read and (kill sha) the enemy. He continued his daily brainwashing education and eventually became Gu. A sharp blade in Yuan Bai's hands.

They only listened to the emperor's words. They did what the emperor asked them to do. A year ago, Gu Yuanbai singled out 400 of the most loyal people and let them sneak into the mansion of the courtiers, as well as the frontiers and places. Among the guards, there are more than that, as well as the imperial army in the palace and the guards around him also have these people lurking. This knife played a vital role in pulling down the power minister Lu Feng.

Gu Yuanbai secretly named it the Supervisory Office, and a huge net slowly spread across Daheng's land in secret. Among the people sent by the Supervisory Office, some of the powerful have already gained military merit, and the bad ones are still being searched in the minister's office. The opportunity to advance, the news from them, has begun to have shocking power.

This is only one year, Gu Yuanbai is not in a hurry, he is a little drowsy (Shui Shui): "Settle it."

Jin Yiwei of Ming Dynasty, Luan Yiwei of Qing Dynasty, Gu Yuanbai also wanted to form an elite team of bright faces, just listen to his words, body (strong qiang) strong armored soldiers. Various ideas in his mind are endless, and the Supervision Office and the elite team on the bright side can complement each other and supervise each other. He even thought of a name for this team, called Dong Lingwei, an eagle with sharp claws in his hand, but unfortunately, no matter how much he thinks about it, he still lacks the capital of revolution.

Gu Yuanbai didn't know which step he could do before he died, but if he did nothing, it would be particularly uncomfortable.

Tian Fu turned off the light and retreated silently. When he arrived outside the hall, he nodded with the chief guard, and said in a low voice, "Sage is tired today."

The chief guard's surname was Zhang, and his name was Zhang Xu. He was so heroic and mighty, but he was also very tall. This was the chief guard who was personally selected from the Forbidden Army. Zhang Xu was grateful for his appreciation and decided to Guarding the safety of the saint and being loyal to the saint is one-hearted.

The chief guard sighed and said distressedly: "Holy Lord is happy today."

Tian Fusheng couldn't help but nodded, "If there is something like this next time, the younger one has to beg the sage to see it. If the sage can be happy, the younger one will have to play a kick even if he folds his waist. Cuju is shown to Sheng."

The chief guard was silent for a while, and the guards standing opposite him rushed to wink his eyebrows. The chief guard twisted for a while and said, "We brothers are also good at kicking Cuju."

Among them, many of them still specialize in training because the saints like them. They are all good players, and they are very fancy and eye-catching.

Tian Fusheng chuckles, with chrysanthemums on his face, "Since Zhang Shiwei said that, the younger one will remember it. When he asks about it, the younger one will tell him about it. It's also able to be touched by the light of the Holy Spirit. It depends on the skill of the guards."

Several people were talking and laughing. Tian Fusheng heard a few meows in the corner. He trot over with his face (color) unchanged. After a while, he walked back with joy, "Jiang Wei, a famous doctor has entered Beijing. !"

*

People from the Supervision Department heard that a traveler had entered Beijing from Huainan. This traveler had excellent medical skills, but he did not cure the powerful in his life. When Tian Fusheng told Gu Yuanbai the news, Gu Yuanbai was not happy. He squinted his eyes slightly, and he was still wearing the heavy dragon robe he used to go up to.

These dragon robes are cumbersome, and his face has some ruddy (color) due to the drag of heavy objects, which seems flawless and beautiful, but the look (color) between his eyebrows is slightly tired.

In the previous dynasty today, many people participated in General Xue’s son. Xue Yuan drove his horse into the city. The matter was big or small, but Gu Yuanbai was very upset.

This future regent is too arrogant.

He fined General Xue's salary in March and ordered him to discipline his son. Just because I think of the actor in the book Xue Yuan, I feel bad again now.

But the famous doctor still had to see it. Gu Yuanbai asked him to put on an indigo uniform and took a few people out of the palace in a low-key manner.

In fact, Gu Yuanbai didn't have much hope in his heart. The imperial doctor in the palace was the best doctor in the world, and they couldn't help it. Can this traveler compare to his imperial doctor?

"My son, right here." The head guard pointed to the wooden door in front of him.

Gu Yuanbai grinned and asked him to knock on the door, but in a moment, a child came over and opened the door, looking at them from the crack of the door: "Are you here to heal?"

The head guard said: "That's right."

The boy said: "Who is it for?"

Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the guards, his body was as long as a bamboo lined in blue robes, and he smiled at the little boy, "It's here."

The little boy looked at him with his mouth wide open, and asked silly, "Can gods get sick too?"

"I don't know if the gods will get sick," Gu Yuanbai smiled, "but I'm all sick."

The boy led Gu Yuanbai in. There were many other people in the room who came to see the doctor, all dressed in coarse cloths, with yellow faces and thick hands, looking at the crowd curiously.

The guards are full of energy, and the overall momentum is no longer like ordinary people, not to mention Gu Yuanbai, he is carefully guarded in the center, and his feet are leisurely. Even if his face (color) is pale, he can't stop the whole body being expensive. gas.

Doctor You glanced at them and knew in his heart that these people must not be ordinary people, but he didn't say it through, but silently motioned to Gu Yuanbai to sit down. Gu Yuanbai stretched out his hand and showed a small piece of his wrist. The famous doctor took the pulse for a quarter of an hour, frowning deeper and deeper.

When he removed his hand, (gan Gan) said crisply: "It can't be cured, you can only hang it with tonic."

The face (color) of the attendant was dark, and Gu Yuanbai sighed, letting people leave the money and get up and leave.

He was not so uncomfortable.

The sage walked at will, and slowly walked to the river, he lowered his head and looked down, the face reflected on the water was peach blossom (color), this (body shen) body was not good anywhere, only this face Extraordinarily outstanding, but Gu Yuanbai didn't like it.

He looked for a moment, stretched out his hand backwards, and the waiter put on a handkerchief. Gu Yuanbai wiped his wrist and hand. He saw a mother bird feeding the little bird on a tree beside him. He looked at it for a moment, and the kerchief in his hand was covered. The wind blew into the river.

"I wasted a good veil," Gu Yuanbai sighed, "Let's go, go back to the palace."

The surface was calm and calm, and the veil was carried away by the water. Until the pedestrian disappeared, there was a sudden movement under the water. A man dragged a woman onto the shore, and the two were soaked and embarrassed. However, the eyes of the man with satin all over were bright, and he brushed off the water stains on his face, blushing like a dream.

Three days later, the examiner who was ordered by the sage accepted the order, and was guarded by the imperial army into the court with luggage. Upon hearing the news that the examiner had locked the courtyard, the Juren who came to the capital for the exam seemed to feel the tension of time, and the number of people in the restaurant and teahouse suddenly became much less.

When the court came down that day, Gu Yuanbai called the Gongbu Shangshu, Hubu Shangshu, and the ritual scholar Chu Xun to the side hall of Xuanzheng Hall for discussion.