"Then I would like to congratulate my cousin first!"
Baili Xingyu was over fifty years old, and he was a little shy: "Why don't you ask which girl I married?"
"My cousin said so. It seems that I know this girl."
"It's the second girl from the Fan family."
Gu Qingjue raised his eyebrows, finally understanding where Baili Xingyu's embarrassment came from just now.
The one she married turned out to be Fan Ruru.
Fan Ruru has never been out in Kyoto since she returned to Beijing.
For nearly two years, my cousin had been training outside with the disciples of the sect. He only returned to the sect a few days ago. As for why his cousin came to Kyoto, Gu Qingjue thought about it. It should be related to the fact that the palace was stolen some time ago. It is related to the gourd of Yin Fire.
In other words, apart from meeting once at Wuji Sect two years ago, Baili Xingyu and Fan Ruru's most recent encounter was probably when Baili Xingyu came to Kyoto some time ago and bumped into each other.
When he was almost eating, he suddenly said: "Is that your cousin? How should you call her now? Should you call her cousin, call your cousin sister-in-law, or should you follow your wife's call, Xingjun?" This boy’s cousin calls his cousin his cousin?”
As Shi En talked, he couldn't help but feel happy.
He held his belly and smiled to himself.
Baili Xingyu: "..."
I really haven't thought about this. Looking into it carefully, it's really hard to call it.
Baili Xingyu had lunch at the Su Mansion and left. Before leaving, he asked Gu Qingjue to tell Su Yixin and let him know when she left the house.
On the second day, Gu Qingjue took a rest.
Drag Shi En to Daxiangguo Temple.
Just in time, the market at Daxiangguo Temple opened. Shi En reluctantly arrived at the market and immediately became happy.
The only drawback was that I was so happy that the hat on my head was knocked off by passers-by, revealing my bare head.
"You don't have eyes when you walk, your hat is squeezed off!"
Gu Qingjue pulled Shi En.
Tell him to calm down.
He was walking backwards and collided with others, how dare he attack first.
Song Wenxiao originally wanted to apologize, but the other party's tone was so irritable, his temper was raised, and his tone was not very good: "There are so many people here, I didn't bump into anyone else, I just bumped into you. I don't think it's me who doesn't have eyes." ,It's you!"
"What are you talking about, are you looking for trouble!"
Shi En picked up his hat and put it on, then he squared off with his opponent.
The other party didn't show weakness either.
If Su Yixin were here, I wouldn't say a word, are the two of them competing with each other about whose breasts are bigger?
"If you don't apologize to me today, I won't let you go!"
"Just in time, I also want to say this. If you don't apologize, don't leave!"
Shi En pulled at Gu Qingjue: "Gu Ziyuan, you asked me to come to Daxiangguo Temple. How are you going to settle this matter now!"
"Gu Ziyuan?"
Song Wenxiao looked at Gu Qingjue: "Are you this year's top scholar in the new subject, Gu Ziyuan?"
"Exactly down there."
Song Wenxiao looked happy, and greeted Gu Qingjue with cupped fists: "I am Song Wenxiao, the son of Song Jiao. I am also going to end this year, but I only won the same Jinshi. Compared with Gu Langjun, I am really ashamed."
"Mr. Song is so humble."
Song Wenxiao said this.
Gu Qingjue then remembered who the person in front of him was.
He is the son of Song Jiao.
Song Jiao, whose courtesy name was Bo Xiang, was the number one scholar in the second year of Tiansheng's reign (AD 1024). After he became an official, everyone jokingly called him Song Xiang, and later simply changed his name to Song Xiang.
The current doctor You Jianyi, Lu Yijian, had different political views with Lu Yijian when he was the prime minister. He was not promoted despite many qualified opportunities.
Last year, several people led by Fan Chongyan implemented the New Deal in a drastic manner, but Song Xiang strongly opposed it.
He was demoted from Beijing and appointed magistrate of Yangzhou.
They were both in the fifth rank, one was a capital official in Kyoto and the other was a local official. Some people who were familiar with him before saw that Song Xiang was demoted and did not dare to interact with him.
Gu Qingjue didn't know much about Song Xiang.
But it was because, after he won the first prize, Kyoto was comparing him with Master Song Jiao.
The reason is simply that Mr. Song Jiao, like Gu Qingjue, also had a "Three Yuan Pass", and neither of them had much background, and they all passed the exam on their own.
When I met Song Wenxiao today, he was considered a very talented person. I think Mr. Song is a gentleman.
As for the differences in political opinions, who can explain clearly in a few words.
"By the way, this is Brother Gu's friend?"
"His name is Shi En."
"Shilang-kun, seeing as you are Brother Gu's friend, I won't argue with your attitude. There are nobles everywhere in Kyoto. It's okay for you to bump into me if you are so reckless. But if you bump into me... Wherever you go, a noble person will not be so carefree."
"You little kid, what do you mean? I don't need you to look out for him, you just look at me and see how I deal with you."
Song Wenxiao was not just a weak scholar. He also carried a long sword when he went out. He was a master of martial arts. When he encountered Shi En, who was so ignorant, Song Wenxiao could not control his temper.
"Okay, there is an open space next to Daxiangguo Temple. Let's go there now and challenge each other!"
Song Wenxiao grabbed Shi En.
"Whoever doesn't go is the grandson!"
Shi En raised the corners of his lips, thinking that if he doesn't beat you until you kneel on the ground and call him Grandpa, the matter won't be over.
Next to Song Wenxiao, a man in dark brown clothes, about 24 or 24 years old, whispered to Song Wenxiao: "We have other things to do and don't have time to waste here."
"Brother Shi Bing, don't worry, the delay won't be too long."
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Pang Lianxiu had no choice but to look at Gu Qingjue, the new champion, hoping that he could stop him.
Unexpectedly, he not only did not stop them, but also walked towards the southeast open space with an interesting look on his face, obviously wanting to see what they were capable of.
After the two stood still, Song Wenxiao said: "I am still in a hurry, so I will decide the outcome in three moves. The loser will apologize to the winner and shout three times that I was wrong. Do you agree?"
"If you ask me, don't shout three times that I am wrong. It would be better to just kneel down and kowtow three times."
"Okay, this is what you said."
After saying that, the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, got into position.
Song Wenxiao unsheathed his sword and heard him say "ah" and rushed towards Shi En. The onlookers didn't see how Shi En made the move, but they saw Song Wenxiao being thrown away.
It was Gu Qingjue's quick eyesight and quick hands who blocked Song Wenxiao from hitting the rocks behind.
Shi En's palm made Song Wenxiao feel sad.
He studied under Pang Pangren. Among the younger generation, he is not said to be the best in martial arts, but he cannot be knocked down by ordinary martial artists.
But he couldn't make a single move under this man's hands.
"Are you a cultivator?"
After Song Wenxiao stood still, he covered his painful heart, completely losing the arrogance he had just now.
He looked at Shi En with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"I have no hair. You didn't ask me if I was a disciple of Buddhism. Instead, you said that I was a cultivator. How did you figure that out?"
After the typhoon, it got hot again. I went out for a day and felt dizzy when I came back. I guess it was heatstroke. I drank a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water and started typing. My dears, am I very dedicated?
