Murong Ci somewhat guessed how these young talents admired and revered Murong Yu. Murong Yu was only 30 years old and was an extremely powerful minister. Idols and role models for young talents who are famous all over the world
Murong Yu has been trained in the army since he was a child, and became famous in the first battle when he was young. He was in command of the three armies at the age of twenty. Move the world. Martial arts can stabilize the country, Wen Neng governs the country, such a legend of iron and blood, such a high-quality idol, whoever does not worship will not be in awe
For Beiyan Kingdom, he is the legendary God of War who defends the country, has never been defeated, and has tactics like a god.
For other countries, he is a war demon who makes the enemy army fearful, cunning and vicious, and kills the enemy's soldiers.
In the past five years, how many down-and-out talents full of talent but dusty pearls have taken him as an inspirational example, how many children of the family have given up their dandies and raised their fighting spirit and vowed to be the second person to be the king. There are many versions that meet the needs of various people.
Today, thirty-six young talents saw the rumored Prince Regent coming to the Hall of Martial Heroes in person. Apart from worshiping and aweing, they were excited and excited, as if they were blessed by God. They believed that with the presence of the Prince Regent in person, they would definitely perform extraordinary and win the favor of His Majesty and Princess Zhaohua.
As soon as Murong Yu came, he no longer had the seat of Minister of Rites, He Guang, and must give it up to the regent.
He Guang was trembling, his legs were trembling, and he was so nervous that he was sweating.
Yuwang will not come to the scene for no reason, it must be that His Majesty is worried about the prince and him holding the essay test for the selection of the son-in-law, so that Yuwang will come to supervise and sit in charge.
Thinking of this, the sweat on He Guang's back drenched his robe again and again.
Murong Yu sat down, his light and feather-like eyes brushed over Murong Ci's face, as if brushing off a layer of dust.
He squeezed his hand and said loudly: "Everyone answer well to repay God's favor. Mr. He, let's start."
Murong Ci glared at him angrily, and didn't bother to say anything.
As soon as he came, she, the supervisor of the prince and son-in-law selection competition, became a celadon decoration, only to be ignored.
Forget it, if he likes to be in the limelight, let him do it, as much as he wants.
He Guang announced: "This literary test is the first competition for Princess Zhaohua's son-in-law. Your answers will be handed over to His Majesty for review. It will be clear at a glance which one is better. The test is limited to the time of a stick of incense. Everyone should pay attention to the time. "
After finishing speaking, he motioned to Zuo Shilang to light incense, and all the young talents began to grind ink and get ready.
In fact, long before they entered the arena, the servant had already prepared the short case and the four treasures of the study, and had researched all the ink.
He Guang said "Let's start", and thirty-six young talents began to write vigorously.
Murong Ci kept his eyes straight, scanning to see if there was any difference in the behavior of the people who participated in the literary examination in the palace.
Although this is not as rigorous as the scientific examination and palace examination, once cheating in this royal competition, it will not only lose face and damage the reputation of the family, but also His Majesty will definitely punish him. However, she believed that they would not cheat so stupidly.
What made her depressed was that the essay questions had already been set, and they only had to choose one of the two questions to answer.
Just before she came to the Hall of Martial Heroes, she learned from He Guang that one of the test questions had been changed and replaced with the test question given by the King Yu, and His Majesty agreed to change it.
It is undeniable that in comparison, Murong Yu's exam questions are a little bit more difficult than his father's exam questions, and they can better test real talent, knowledge and courage.
The hall was silent, only the chirping of Zhizhi outside the hall and the soft sound of someone serving tea.
Murong Yu looked at He Guang and winked.
He Guang understood, went down with his servants and other subordinates for a walk, and reminded those young talents who looked different to be quiet and not to do anything disappointing, otherwise they would be sent out of the Hall of Martial Arts and not allowed to participate in tomorrow's competition. martial arts test.
When Murong Ci saw that Murong Yu hadn't "taken care of" him, he hadn't even glanced at her since he came in, he was quite relieved, and gradually relaxed a little.
Suddenly, he turned his eyes, and his eyes were as cold as frost in late autumn.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt that his gaze was not only cool, but also cold and cold, killing people invisible, as if she had done something wrong to him.
did not do a thing
She thought of instigating a few days ago, but in fact it can't be called instigation, it can only be said to give advice to her own sister. If raw rice and cooked rice can't be done, then it's a combination of fiction and reality, so that he can't argue for himself.
His eyes and ears were all over the palace, and he must have heard that Zhaohua had been to the East Palace.
She does have a guilty conscience, but so what? That's her own sister. It's impossible for her to help others instead of helping her own sister.
So she stared at him confidently and righteously, puffed out her chest, retracted her stomach, raised her head and did it, what can you do
Murong Yu had a calm face, writing on the desk with his slender fingers.
Even though he was looking backwards, Murong Ci recognized at a glance, what he wrote was: Your Highness is truly a brother and sister.
She blinked her bright eyes, opened her lips and said silently: That's natural.
He pondered for a while, and then continued to write on the case where the word "Shui" had already been killed: Your Highness will recognize it.
She raised her eyebrows in disdain, and turned her head to look elsewhere, so what
He laughed suddenly, his deep eyes glowed like black jade, unfathomable.
Boom boom boom.
Tap the desk three times with your fingers.
Murong Ci turned to look at him, he opened his pink lips and said something silently.
The lips fluttered, although it was very slow, but because it was a bit long, it was elusive.
She pondered for a long time before she figured out what he said was: one day His Highness will be bound in a cocoon, and he can't blame the king.
What does he mean by that
After thinking about it for a while, she still didn't understand what he was trying to warn her.
All the young talents were writing vigorously and answering seriously, and the hall was so quiet that even the slight sound of taking out paper was so clear.
Murong Ci felt that the days felt like years, but they felt that time was flying by, and half of the time for a stick of incense had passed.
Suddenly, there was a bang in the silence, a dull sound.
But seeing the young talented man in the fifth short table on the left lying sideways on the ground, he was short of breath and panting violently.
The other talents looked at the man in surprise, not knowing why.
He Guang and other people from the Ministry of Rites rushed over immediately, and Murong Ci and Murong Yu walked over quickly at the same time, "What happened?"
But seeing that young talented man lying on the ground with his eyes open in despair, he was panting violently, as if it was very difficult for him to breathe, and it was difficult for him to breathe fresh air, and he also made a sound of ho ho ho ho hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ooh They will die because they can't breathe, which is very scary.
Murong Ci has seen patients with similar symptoms, it seems to be asthma.
"Quickly go to the imperial hospital and invite the imperial physician." Murong Yu ordered decisively.
"Take two servants with you." The situation was urgent, He Guang ordered the servant to the right.
"It's better to take him to the side hall first, and the competition will continue as usual." Murong Ci suggested.
Yu Wang was here, He Guang looked at him subconsciously, waited for him to nod slightly, and then ordered several servants to carry the sick person to the side hall.
However, just as the servants were about to strike, the sword, which was breathing heavily and sweating profusely, suddenly stopped moving, and lay quietly, lifeless.
He Guang probed his breath with trembling hands, his old face turned pale and his short beard trembled in shock, "My lord, Your Highness, this"
Murong Yu quickly sniffed him, announcing a terrible fact, "I'm out of breath."
The whole hall was in an uproar.
The young talents couldn't help feeling scared, and started talking in twos and threes.
Murong Ci was a little confused, a living person just died like this
"The competition continues, Mr. He, you stay here and watch."
Murong Yu clapped his hands twice, a black shadow appeared from nowhere, and flashed respectfully.
The black shadow is his dark guard ghost, and he ordered the ghost to supervise the competition here instead of him, then glanced at her, and went to the side hall.
The body was carried away, and Murong Ci followed suit.
In just half a cup of tea, the good-looking young man died so young.
In the side hall, Murong Ci feels that life is impermanent, good and bad are unpredictable, and life and death are often just a thought.
The person who died was Fan Xiaowen, the eldest son of Fan Xueshi of the Imperial Academy.
If he hadn't come to participate in the essay test today, wouldn't he have died
Fan Xueshi of the Imperial Academy is recognized as a literary giant and Confucianist in the world. His eldest son inherited the court training at a young age, and his family has a long history. Because he suffered from asthma since he was a child, he has many taboos, and if he is not careful, he will have an asthma attack. Therefore, although he was talented and personable, he did not become an official.
As soon as the news of the selection of Princess Zhaohua's son-in-law spread, some people joked that Fan Xiaowen must have won the first place in the essay test.
But never thought that he died at the competition site.
Doctor Li came in a hurry, and after saluting the king and the prince, he immediately went to check on the dead patients.
"My lord, Your Highness, Mr. Fan died of an asthma attack." Imperial Physician Li said with a bow.
"From the onset of his asthma to his death, it took only half a cup of tea time. Why did he die so quickly? Besides, he answered well, why did he suddenly have an asthma attack?" There is a little doubt about it.
"Returning to Your Highness, Mr. Fan's asthma attack should be caused by an inducement, but I don't know what the cause is. I was not there at the time, and I didn't witness what Mr. Fan looked like when he had an attack, so I dare not say for sure. However, this time he had asthma It should be menacing." He replied cautiously.
"Tell me about the trigger, what trigger will trigger the attack of asthma?"
"It may be due to changes in the seasons and solar terms, and people suffering from asthma must pay great attention to avoiding the cold; or they are tired, over-thinking, and emotionally uncomfortable; or there are peculiar smells, as well as dust mites, pollen, feathers, and moths. External stimuli such as skin, cotton wool, cats and dogs, etc. are all incentives."
Murong Ci nodded, suddenly remembered something, and rushed out.
Murong Yu walked over with a heavy step, with a forceful aura like a mountain's pressure lingering all over his body, "Mr. Fan's death is really not suspicious."
Doctor Li's mind tightened, as if he couldn't bear the other party's scorching gaze, he lowered his head and said, "Returning to my lord, what I can tell is that Mr. Fan died of an asthma attack, and the attack was fierce this time. went."