Yan Cigui.

Golden Palace.

Xu Jian glanced at Liu Jing indifferently again.

His eyes didn't stop, he just glanced over slowly, looking very absent-minded.

Next to my ears was the impassioned voice of an old imperial censor, scolding extremely fiercely.

No wonder.

Xu Jian can probably understand the reason for these righteous indignation.

Like Su Ke in Xu Guogong's mansion, his life is not correct, he behaves like a dandy, and the censors will indeed scold him, and the various vocabulary is not the same.

But scolding is scolding, and those who talk about the matter may not have much anger in their hearts.

But this time is different, Liu Xun touched the root of the scholar.

Stealing questions and learning to cheat are absolutely unacceptable to scholars who rely on the ten-year cold window and whose life and death are determined by the imperial examination.

To put it in a small way, it only involves the moral character of a certain person; to say it in a big way, the imperial examination is a channel for the imperial court to select talents, and the development of the Institute of Poetry is also paving the way for Enke in the coming year. How can they do anything wrong?

Fortunately, Liu Xun was exposed. If he is allowed to get away with it and rely on his cleverness and official background to make further progress in the future, it will be a disaster for other diligent and down-to-earth students.

The old censors were all on fire, citing the past to discuss the present, making the mistakes bigger and bigger, and wearing their hats higher and higher, wishing to beat Liu Xun to death directly.

Under such circumstances, Liu Jing could not lift his head up for a long time.

Finally got up the courage to take a peek at Shengyan...

The Holy Majesty's face was very gloomy, and the two hands holding the armrest of the throne were tightly squeezed, obviously very angry.

How could Liu Jing stand still?
At this time, you must kneel down.

Thinking of this, he did just that, kneeling obediently and listening to the censors' scolding.

The censors took turns to go into battle, cursing for almost three quarters of an hour before they stopped.

The Holy One asked coldly, "Liu Qing, do you have anything to say?"

Liu Jing had a lot to say in his mind.

Undoubtedly, when Chen Gui came forward to handle affairs, there must be the handwriting of the Chengyi House behind it.

Nine out of ten are sincere uncles.

An uncle who only works casually and has no intention of disturbing the wind and rain in the court, should be a calm and stable person, but to plot against a junior like Xun'er is really bullying the small with the big.

Of course, it was impossible for Liu Jing to say these things. He trembled, trembling with sincerity and fear: "I have no way to teach my son, which caused that unworthy son to do such a wrong thing. I feel extremely guilty. In the future, I will definitely restrain him, and this will never happen again." Something happened."

The attitude of admitting his mistakes was so good, even if the Holy One was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't hold on to it.

After retreating from the court and the Holy Majesty walked out of the Golden Luan Hall, Liu Jing stood up on his knees, took a breather, raised his arm and pressed the sweat on his forehead with his cuff.

Standing in place for a while, he wanted to wait for the courtiers in the hall to leave one after another before leaving.

Xu Jian naturally didn't care about Liu Jing, and went out on his own.

When passing by Liu Jing, Xu Jian glanced at Liu Jing.

This glance happened to meet Liu Jing's gaze.

Even though Liu Jing collected it quickly, Xu Jian didn't miss his annoyance and hatred.

Without stopping, Xu Jian left the Golden Luan Hall.

Outside the thousand-step corridor, Shen Chen was waiting.

The sedan chair went to Taohezhai, and Xu Jianjian entered the study.

Near noon, Shen Chen went in to get some tea, and saw Xu Jian sitting behind the desk, polishing a slender object with a tool in his hand.

He took a closer look and saw that it was a thin arrow.

After thinking about it again, Shen Chen remembered that their master rummaged through the warehouse for a while yesterday, and finally found a box containing a pair of sleeve arrows.

This set of sleeve arrows is equipped with twelve thin arrows, the arrowheads are sharp, and the body of the arrows is made of bamboo, which is probably not smooth enough, so they are polishing it.

I don't know when the old yellow calendar was left behind. The Xiujian is a single barrel with exquisite patterns on the body. It can be seen that this thing has never been used much.

This is not surprising.

Hidden weapons like Xiujian are not suitable for their old masters, and I have never seen them wear them.

I don't even know what to find out...

Xu Jian didn't raise his head, but only motioned for Shen Chen to put down the tea, and said, "Talk to Chen Gui, so that the Princess can come here when she is free."

Shen Chen complied, and quit to work.

Xu Jian was still doing what he was doing carefully. He polished all the thin arrows, readjusted the mechanism and butterfly blade of the quiver, and then took an arrow and put it in it, hanging it on the far wall. The target shot out.

After checking the arrows one by one, Xu Jian gathered the twelve arrows and put them into the quiver.

In the afternoon, Lin Yunyan arrived at Taohezhai.

Shen Chen was serving tea, and when he exited, he glanced at the box on the table, and a thought flashed through him.

Could it be that this is what the master prepared for the princess?

As far as giving a gift, it is indeed a gift. The craftsmanship is quite exquisite, and it takes a lot of work.

But no matter how fancy it is, it is also a weapon!
How can anyone send hidden weapons to the girl's house?

Although he has no experience in this field, what is said in the streets and alleys, hairpins, rouge, balm, etc., are the girls' preferences, right?

Even if it is not suitable to send those things right now, you can still send food to the princess.

The princess is so sweet, asking the mother of the He family to prepare one or two boxes of exquisite sweet snacks is more appropriate than giving sleeve arrows, right?

Besides, will the princess know how to use sleeve arrows?
Could it be that the master sent it with the idea of ​​teaching the princess?

Shen Chen couldn't figure it out.

He has been quite frustrated recently in the matter of guessing the heart of the Duke.

I'd better ask the Jingdong family for advice next time...

Only Xu Jian and Lin Yunyan were left in the study.

Xu Jian opened the box and pushed it in front of Lin Yunyan.

Lin Yunyan glanced at it, then reached out and picked up the thin arrow: "I still miss it."

Because of her good aim, Xu Jian taught her to use sleeve arrows to defend herself in the past.

Not this one.

Xu Jian seemed to have seen her thoughts, and said, "It's found in the warehouse."

Lin Yunyan understood.

When he first wore the Xiujian last time, there was no longer the Fuguo Duke's Mansion, and all the things in the warehouse were confiscated.

Xu Jian found another familiar shop to borrow tools, and made a set with her, paying attention to a practical one, and there were no such patterns on the outside of the quiver.

Now, since there are ready-made ones, it saves the effort to rebuild them.

Xu Jian picked up the quiver, adjusted the position of the strap, and said to Lin Yunyan in a calm tone, "Stretch out your hand."

Without even thinking about it, Lin Yunyan stretched out her right hand.

The winter clothes are thicker, and the cuffs are longer, only half of the palm is exposed. The skin on the back of the hand is very white, the fingers are long and slender, and the nails are dyed with Kodan, which makes the fingers whiter.

Lin Yunyan straightened the cuffs by herself, rolled them up a little bit, exposing a small half of her arms, and then turned her palms upwards towards Xu Jian.

The slender strap falls from loose to tight at the top of the wrist.

Lin Yunyan shrank her hands subconsciously as her calloused fingertips rubbed against Yingying's skin, which felt a little numb.

Xu Jian raised her eyes to look at her, lowered her eyes again, and said two words between her lips: "Don't move."