"Zhao Sanlang, my sister likes this set of jewelry very much!" The Second Miss of the Wang family shouted loudly, and was pulled back by the woman in purple next to her.
Although the woman was wearing a mask, she still couldn't hide her peerless beauty. Zhao Yinfeng was stunned for a moment, touched her nose without responding, and then looked at Yang Zhao.
This is clearly for the two of them.
A servant brought over two hard bows, which were different from the ones that the young masters were shooting for fun. These two strong bows were three-stone bows, and those young masters might not even be able to draw them.
Zhao Yinfeng took a bow casually, and smiled at Han Bian: "Mr. Han, what will you do if we both finish it?"
Han Bian laughed and said, "We have three sets of town store treasures. If three people achieve it, then we will give away three sets."
As soon as this remark came out, there were some discussions.
"I want this set." Yang Zhao also picked up another bow and said. This set was naturally prepared by Ling Qingyu for him, and he had to win it back no matter what.
"Okay, you come first." Zhao Yinfeng shrugged and said.
Yang Zhao flicked the string of the catapult, drew ten arrows from the quiver, then walked a few steps along the red line in front of the projection platform, stood in a position, and slowly drew the bow.
The people around him unknowingly took two steps back to avoid the invisible fighting spirit.
Yang Zhao is tall and slender, with a handsome face. Now that he stretches his bow and arrows, his fighting spirit is surging, and a burst of iron and blood comes out naturally. No one knows, but Ling Qingyu's heart skipped a beat twice.
It seemed that just for a moment, after Yang Zhao drew his bow to the full and paused for a while, the arrows in his hand shot out like beads, passing through the plum grove in a straight line, and nailed into the red heart of the little target one by one.
Lianzhu arrows!
Even if Yang Zhao was regarded as an enemy, he couldn't stop the applause from blurting out.
Zhao Yinfeng touched his nose again, the difficulty of this is indeed a bit high, but if he admits defeat at this time, won't he lose his reputation as the number one in Bianjing
Yang Zhao put down his bow and gave up his position.
Grandma, if I lose face, I will trouble those bastards tonight! Zhao Yinfeng murmured in his heart, and took a hard look at the young masters of King Cao's family, and then took out ten arrows from the quiver, walked a few steps in front of the red line, and took a good position.
Slightly closing his eyes, Zhao Yinfeng drew the bow and was about to shoot, but saw the target on the boat squeak, unable to withstand the force of ten arrows, it split open.
Then, goose-feather-like snowflakes floated up little by little.
Zhao Yinfeng was a little dumbfounded.
"It's snowing, why don't you all go to the warm pavilion to rest." Han Bian hurried forward and said.
"Yes, enjoying plum blossoms in the snow, cooking wine and reciting poems, come, come, Sanlang, go have a drink or two with brother." Fan Zheng hooked Zhao Yinfeng and said.
All of a sudden, everyone who called for friends and friends entered the warm pavilion.
Yang Zhao handed the jewelry box to Ling Qingyu. After Ling Qingyu took it, he thought about it, walked towards Miss Cheng who was waiting for Cheng Jia in the plum grove, and said, "Miss Cheng, I want to exchange prizes with you, okay?"
Holding the hairpin Cheng Jia gave her, Cheng Yuqin was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Cheng Jia unconsciously.
Cheng Jia looked at Yang Zhao who was following Ling Qingyu, his eyes darkened slightly, and then said: "Since my brother gave it to you, it is yours."
Cheng Yuqin was speechless for a moment, thinking, brother, that set of jewelry is so expensive, it's obvious that they gave it as a gift, okay, you mean I should accept it
Ling Qingyu closed the box, put the box in Cheng Jia's hand, took the hairpin from Cheng Yuqin's hand, and said: "This is only suitable for Miss Cheng to bring, and Ling does not want others to defile it. Please, Miss Cheng."
Cheng Yuqin was stunned, and then said with a smile: "Then I would like to thank Master Ling."
"Master Ling's Nuan Pavilion is very comfortable, why don't we go to her place." Without waiting for Ling Qingyu and Cheng Yuqin's answer, Cheng Jia rushed towards Ling Qingyu's Nuan Pavilion.
Cheng Yuqin was stunned for a moment, but still followed. Ling Qingyu's mouth parted, and he missed the opportunity to say his objection, so he could only follow. Yang Zhao paused, seeing that everyone had almost entered the Nuan Pavilion, and left. After a few steps, he followed slowly.
Although it is the innermost place, it is much warmer than other warm pavilions, and there is still steaming porridge on the table.
Seeing her brother sitting on the chair as soft as a bone, Cheng Yuqin smiled and said, "Brother, this is not home."
"It's okay, Master Ling won't mind." Cheng Jia gave up half of the soft couch and said.
Ling Qingyu, who was opening the curtain to come in, had a dark face, sat down on the soft couch opposite him, and said, "Yes, I don't have to be so restrictive in my own place." He leaned on the soft back of the soft couch.
"Master Ling knows General Yang very well?" Cheng Jia asked calmly after looking at Yang Zhao who was standing outside with Yan San.
"Our Ling family has been supplying military rations for Heishuiguan, Mr. Cheng knows about it." Ling Qingyu said, holding a small bowl of porridge and handing it to Cheng Yuqin.
"That's all?" Cheng Jia nodded, indicating that he wanted it too.
"What do you hope for?" Ling Qingyu said helplessly, serving him a bowl too.
Cheng Jia's eyes deepened, he took a sip of porridge, and said, "Yang Zhao asked the Holy Majesty for an imperial decree in the hall to marry his savior."
"Really? Then I really want to congratulate him." Ling Qingyu poured a bowl for himself, and said lightly.
Cheng Yuqin looked at this and that, took off her mask, and drank the porridge quietly.
"Master Ling..." Cheng Jia called out.
"Aren't you tired?" Ling Qingyu interrupted him, and said, "Dazhou is about to have civil strife, but still wants to destroy the Great Wall and let foreign enemies invade?"
Uh, Cheng Yuqin wiped the corner of her mouth gracefully, stood up and said, "Sister Mei is still waiting for me, brother, I'll go first."
After Cheng Yuqin left, there was a moment of silence in the Nuan Pavilion, and Cheng Jia said, "Why is civil strife imminent?"
"How much is the tax now? How many main households? How many customers? How many hidden households? Natural disasters every year, how many refugees are there every year? It doesn't matter who is the emperor of the Great Zhou, but the people of the Great Zhou are the people. If the people can't eat enough Not warm enough to wear, no place to live, and survival problems, so is the foundation of Da Zhou still stable?" After finishing speaking in one breath, Ling Qingyu coughed twice, shook hands at Yan San who leaned in, and took a sip of porridge. Suppressing the blood in his chest, he said: "Peace talks? Peace bought with money will never last long. Whether it is the Liao Kingdom or the Party, who is willing to give up the fat of Da Zhou? There are generals who can fight in Da Zhou now. How many? You only want to guard against General Yang's self-respect, so have you ever thought about who you rely on to resist foreign enemies once the foreign army invades the border? Those young masters and ladies outside who can't even hold bows? Poems and paintings are worth it I, Ling Qingyu, am a woman and a businessman, but I also know that without national defense, there will be no long-term peace and stability of the country. Mr. Cheng, what are you afraid of?" Jingkang's shame is a national humiliation that Chinese people will never forget. In my own world, the demise of the Song Dynasty can even be said to be a disaster for the Han people. Since I have come here, I don't want to see this moment happen again.
Cheng Jia was silent and said for a while, "It's Jia who is short-sighted."
"It's not that you can't think of it, it's just that you don't want to think about it." Ling Qingyu said lightly, this person is so smart, how can he not see these crises, but as a scholar, he instinctively resists that generals have great power.
After saying these words continuously, Ling Qingyu only felt a surge of Qi and blood, and coughed again unconsciously.
"The master." Yan San rushed in, took out a small pill and stuffed it into her mouth, poured a glass of water for her, and said, "Didn't Doctor Shi want you to talk less?"
Ling Qingyu swallowed the pill, calmed down, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's because I know Mr. Cheng can listen to me."
Seeing that she was fine, Yan San glanced at Cheng Jia and backed out.
"Jia is soft-spoken, even if he thinks about it, he can't do anything." Cheng Jia said with a wry smile.
"The tradition of the system is like this," Ling Qingyu nodded, and said: "Military disasters have always been the most feared thing for scholars, but in my opinion, the chaos of the Five Hus is the real disaster."
"I will find an opportunity to talk to my father." Cheng Jia said.
"Sincerely for the good of General Yang," Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "Young Master Cheng, let's keep it a secret."
"Why?" Cheng Jia asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Cheng, I believe that you are doing it for the righteousness of the country, but your father is old." Ling Qingyu said, as he is getting older, he has been in the officialdom for a long time, and under the entanglement of various forces, many decisions will not be so simple. There are also more scruples. People who have been able to accomplish major reforms since ancient times are people with firm and persistent minds. It will not be Shang Yang, Wang Anshi and his ilk.
Cheng Jia's heart has never been beating so hard before, this woman!
"The head of the house," Bai Wei called out from outside the Nuan Pavilion, her voice was panting because she ran over quickly, "something happened ahead."
Ling Qingyu took the rabbit mask and put it on. Yan San had already come in and put a cloak on her, and then hurried out of the Nuan Pavilion.
If it wasn't a big deal, Han Bian would definitely not have come to look for her.
Walking quickly to some places ahead, I saw a group of people gathered in front of the warm house by the lake. On one side were the family members of ordinary officials in relatively ordinary clothes, and on the other side were noble ladies in very luxurious clothes. The person standing in front of him It was Wang Jinglan, the second miss of the Wang family.
"Why is this hairpin worth two hundred taels of silver? Why, you, the daughter of a small sixth-rank official, can afford it?" Wang Jinglan held a gold hairpin in her hand, and said to a woman opposite with contempt in her eyes.
"I told you that all the products here can be shut down. Sister Qin came here by herself." Miss Mei Jia, who was wearing a piggy mask, said angrily, then took off the mask and said: "Why can't you do it yourself?" , just falsely accuse others? Isn’t the Wang family rich? Just buy it.”
"Guan Pu?" Wang Jinglan smiled coldly, and said, "She is so lucky, she has pounced on five gold hairpins in a row? This is worth a thousand taels of silver. Why, could it be you and the Ling family Collusion? By the way, your father is not from the Sinong Temple, don't think there is any collusion."
"How can you insult people like that!" Miss Mei blushed and said angrily.
There was a confrontation here, and the Miss Qin family covered her face and ran towards the lake, before everyone could react, she jumped into the lake with a plop.
This small lake was frozen, in order to look good, Han Bian specially asked someone to dig out the ice. Although the lake is not big, the water is very deep. Miss Qin lost her head after jumping into it.