After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Yuan Qing's whole body stiffened.

I'm not pretending, I'm really scared.

Heng Laoer was very strong, and his two iron arms forced her to curl up into a ball as hard as she could.

The key point was that his face was extremely close to hers, and from a distance it looked like they were about to touch each other.

An aggressive breath came towards her, mixed with a hint of cold wind, seeping into her bones, and immediately her hair stood on end.

Yuan Yi flew out from the darkness with a sword in hand, "Put my master down!"

God knows how confused he felt when he saw this man hugging Aqing.

I don’t know whether I’m more worried or more jealous.

Heng Er lightly dodged backwards and avoided Yuan Yi's sword energy that contained a fatal move with a single spin.

What an amazing martial art!

Yuan Qing and Yuan Yi were both shocked.

If he could dodge it so easily, his real level must be higher than this.

She struggled to get down.

Heng Lao Er didn't say anything and let her go.

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, he twisted the remaining ink on his fingertips and laughed silently.

He lowered his eyes to hide the strange excitement in his eyes, as if he had found something fun.

……

"What are you doing?"

Yuan Qing was lazily sketching on the table when she suddenly heard someone talking in her ear.

Looking up, it turned out to be Qiu Laosi.

She hadn't seen this person since the last banquet.

"Practice calligraphy."

Still a quiet day.

Qiu Laosi really wanted her to say a few more words, so he asked again: "How can calligraphy be practiced like you? It's so crooked, be careful that the teacher sees you and beats you with a stick."

As he said this, he wanted to squeeze over to take a look at the results of her half-day practice.

Yuan Qing moved aside to allow him to see it clearly at once.

All I heard was Qiu Laosi gasping for air.

He looked at her with an incredulous look in his eyes, "I thought my handwriting was pretty good, but I didn't expect your handwriting is even better than mine!"

"Floating?" Yuan Qing took his exercise paper and looked at it for a long time, "This is called boldness."

After saying this, he folded his work with great satisfaction and hid it in his arms.

I handed one to him and said, "As a souvenir."

She had practiced a lot in the past three years. In addition to the original owner's hairpin-flowered small calligraphy, this was a unique style that she had transformed based on her own handwriting.

The overall look is elegant and graceful, with a slightly sharp pause, but the force of the strokes is a little weak, giving it a vaguely feminine feel.

Gong Bin was originally a weak scholar, so it was nothing that his handwriting was a little soft.

Qiu Laosi twisted his eyebrows, stared at the unclear ink blob on the paper and said, "Brother, although I am very happy to receive the gift from you.

But, it is useless for me to have these things, unless you can become famous in the future, then my collection of these things will be useful, at least I can sell them for some money. "

Yuan Qing pursed her lips and said nothing.

Seeing that she had shut up again, Qiu Laosi simply sat beside her and asked, "Brother, are you healed from your injuries?"

"not good."

"How long will it take to recover? You are too weak. You can't go on like this!" Qiu Laosi seemed more anxious than her.

Yuan Qing glanced at him, not knowing what this man was in such a hurry for. "It will take about half a year."

After saying that, he continued to practice his handwriting with his head down.

After practicing calligraphy, she still had homework to do, so she didn't have that much time to hang out with this bunch of idle young men.

She did not take any exams, and it was only because of Wen Chengyu's special order that she was able to go beyond the rules to investigate the case.

Nowadays, if one wants to serve as an official in the court, one must at least have some merits.

Counting the days, there is only a little over a month left until the next exam.

In other words, she only had more than a month to prepare.

Yuan Qing tilted his head and looked at Qiu Laosi, "Are you not in a hurry?"

She remembered that all male disciples had to take the exam.

In this generation of the Gong family, except for the head of the family Gong Xuan and the second brother Heng who have made achievements, the progress of the others is the same as hers.

More than a month later, she, Qiu Laosi, and Kai Laosan will go together.

Including some other outer disciples.

The team sent by the Gong family for this exam is also quite large.

Qiu Laosi brushed his hair and said proudly, "I would have known it eight hundred years ago. I don't even need to watch it."

Yuan Qing put down his pen, "Eight hundred years ago? Then why didn't you even pass the Tongsheng exam?"

As if he was surprised, Qiu Laosi immediately pinched her shoulder and shook it, "Brother, you actually said such a long sentence, it's strange!"

A strange focus...

Yuan Qing rolled his eyes, “Just because I don’t want to say it doesn’t mean I won’t say it.

You go first, I still have some books to read.

Please help close the door."

Qiu Laosi suddenly felt bored, so he patted his butt and left.

Yuan Yi walked into the house holding a sword, still wearing the half mask on his face.

Just when he was about to take it off and read with Yuan Qing, someone broke in.

"Where's Gong Bin? Let him come out!"

here we go again……

Doesn’t he get tired of coming here?

Yuan Yi swung his sword to block the man out of the door, and the two started fighting outside the yard again.

Yuan Qing didn't even raise his head.

She's already used to it.

Ever since Kai Lao San threatened that she should avoid him, he didn't know what was wrong with him and kept clamoring to come and challenge her every day.

Yuan Yi naturally couldn't let his master take action, so he could only step forward to fight himself.

This battle actually aroused the competitive spirit of the two grown men.

Kai Laosan wanted to save his face and didn't want to be defeated by the ugly boy's men.

Yuan Yi wanted to use this opportunity to improve his martial arts. How could he let go of such a good opportunity to compete with others?

The two are evenly matched, and Yuan Yi has made a name for himself among the disciples.

Kai Lao San also gradually figured out a pattern: as long as he mentioned the ugly boy, or even insulted him a few times, his men would hit him harder and with more pleasure.

"You two, master and servant, one is hideously ugly, and the other wears a mask and dares not see anyone. You are truly a perfect match!"

He followed this pattern and continued to make provocative remarks.

I thought Yuan Yi would be furious and attack fiercely, so he could have another good fight.

But Yuan Yi was still gentle, without any attack, and even deliberately gave him a few more moves.

Kai Laosan was furious and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that his previous guess was wrong?

He tried again: "That ugly boy is like a woman, always hiding in ..."

Before he could finish his words, Yuan Yi swung his sword across.

Kai Lao San raised his knife to block it.

The collision of swords made a buzzing sound that echoed in the courtyard.

The disciples who were watching the battle were startled and stepped back a little.

"Are these two sparring?"

"I don't think so. It looks more like a life-and-death battle to challenge the Jianghu leaderboard."

"Oh, that's an exaggeration. This is clearly a match made in heaven. They appreciate each other."

"..."

Yuan Yi calmly withdrew his internal energy, and Kai Lao San was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Yuan Yi sheathed his sword and said coldly, "If you dare to disturb the master again, it won't be so simple."

Kai Lao San chased after him and shouted, "You haven't finished fighting me yet!"

In response, there was a very light sound of a door closing.