Yang God

"In the end, it was a short time for me to start a dynasty. Although I have gradually gained the ethos of martial arts, I am still full of vigor and vitality. The roots are not rotted."

Hong Yi listened to the introduction of the Zhennan Princess, and they met with the officials of these officials, Wang Hougongqing.

He scrutinized and looked at it carefully, and he thought about it in his heart.

These male sons are not all embarrassed. In Hong Yi’s view, although most of them are dressed very elegantly, the bones in the dark are hard to meet, and all of them have the fingers of riding and shooting the bow. They have a little experience. Quiet, you know that the Dagan Dynasty is still in its heyday.

Hung Yi read the history of the classics, but also knows that the rise and fall of a dynasty, as long as you look at the children of the scholars Wang Hougong, you can see.

If the children of the princes and princes of the princes are generally screaming for the moon, they only know that the poems are painted, playing chess, not martial arts, the body is weak and the wind is weak, the yin and yang are weak, and the lack of blood gas is the phenomenon that the imperial court is extremely prosperous.

But now these sons are not like that, Hong Yi knows that the entire Dagan Dynasty is still energetic.

This is evidence that the dynasties have seen the rise and fall of the past.

Because the descendants of the princes of the princes of the princes, the future officials must be court officials, and they are the ethos of the imperial court.

Hong Yi felt that it was worthwhile to come to this scattered flower building. Not to mention anything else. Seeing the meteorological atmosphere of these sons and sons, the rise and fall of the product court is a matter of reading thousands of miles.

"This is the Hongyi son of Wuwen Houfu, who is proficient in Xuanli. It is my good friend." Zhennan Princess Luo Yun helped Hong Yiyi to introduce it, and introduced Hongyi's identity.

At the beginning, many sons heard Wuwen Houfu, and all of them showed a dignified look. Obviously, Wu Wenhou’s famous name has shocked many people.

Indeed, in the Dagan Dynasty, Wu Wenhou’s name is higher than some princes. The two pillars of the court, Shenwei Wang Yangtuo, Wu Wen Hou Hongxuan.

However, when the eyes of these sons were officially placed on Hong Yi, and they looked at it a few times, they saw that he was not a shackle, but a low status.

As a result, the attitude of the people changed a little, and Hong Yi clearly felt the meaning of disdain.

"I heard that Su Mu’s girl is very good at talking about Xuan, Yi brother, you are very profound, and you have to make a big splash. It’s hard to find the first talented woman in Yujing. That’s interesting.”

After Luo Yun introduced Hong Yi, his eyes turned and he nodded with his folding fan in his hand, picking up his mouth and talking to Hong Yidao.

"This princess is not jealous. Although people are the first talented woman in Yujing, their status can't be compared with you." Hong Yi heard Luoyun's words, smiled in his heart, and heard a slight sour taste.

However, Luo Yun’s heart is not a guess, but the people around him are embarrassed.

The object of jealousy is Hong Yi.

A young man wearing pale silver silk stood up and said to Hong Yidao: "There were only a few of us who participated in the church in the past. Today, there is a son of Wu Wenhou's family. It is really lively. But now Su Mu Miss has not come yet, I see everyone waiting too boring, it is better to come to a little game, how to pass the time? I wonder if Yigong is interested in attending?"

"Of course, I am interested." Hung Yi nodded, and then waited for these people to talk, and he came up with his own ideas: "Chang Le Xiao Houye said that it is really necessary to play the game in a small game, but today, the church will, In such a elegant place in Sanhualou, it is better for everyone to come to a poetry club. Starting from one person, one person will go down one by one, if it is not well received, or if it will not be received, how will it be punished?"

"Poetry?"

The young man wearing the pale silver silk glimpsed, but did not expect that Hong Yi not only did not leave the market, but also strived to take the initiative to propose the content of the small game.

This young man has just introduced the Princess of South China. It is the eldest son of Changle Hou, who is obviously the leader of this group of brothers, who called him Changle Xiaohouye.

Seeing Hong Yiyi's calm and self-contained, full of literary appearance, Changle Xiaohouye frowned.

He just wanted to ignore the attitude of Zhennan Princess to Hong Yi, and stood up and borrowed the idea of ​​the game to drop the face of Hong Yi.

"The poetry will not be good." Changle Xiaohouye stared at Hongyi's eyes and shook his head: "I am doing a big job to open the country. Now, although the national sports are prosperous, the style is gradually coming up, but our Wanggong children are still not bad. Although the poems are elegant, they have nothing to do with the national sports. They talk about poetry and make words. They are only played by the cartilage literati. The slightly literate scholars are both civil and military. Let's not open poetry, how about playing the righteousness?"

"Playing the righteousness?" Hung Yi’s eyes slammed.

"Wu Wenhou was a hero in the past, and Wu Li was shocked by the Quartet." Changle Xiaohouye looked at Hong Yi. "Who doesn't know, more than 20 years ago, when the emperor was still a prince, he fought on the battlefield and was empire." The "Iron Float" cavalry was trapped in the Qingshenkou Qingshang Mountain. Wu Wenhou single-handedly killed the enemy, rescued the emperor, and rode two people. He fought in the mountains, nine in and nine out, and later the horse died, Hou Ye knife and arrow wounded. Hundreds of places, still carrying the emperor to kill the encirclement. This kind of heroic loyalty, Hong Gongzi did not know how many points passed down? Mo Feihong son only left the poetry style?"

"Hong Gongzi still has a finger in his hand. He is not learning those cartilage heads who buy bows in the study room. They are really proficient in bow horses~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wenwu is all right."

The prince of the rites, Wang Gongzi, smiled and laughed, and the surrounding brothers laughed.

"Little Houye said very much." Hong Yi's eyes shrank. "Let's play and shoot."

"Playing the righteous game, we still have to make a small bet." Changle Xiaohouye clap his hands, and immediately there are people around him to bring bows and arrows, and set a leather red paint heart on the ground in the yard. .

Subsequently, a hono took a length of one foot and two, the whole body was dark red, and the furry horse came over. This Malaysian horse is extraordinary, and at first glance it is a horse that runs thousands of miles away.

"Fire Rome?" Hung Yi looked at it and knew that the horse was a horse of Huo Luoguo. He ran up and fluttered like a cloud of fire. It was easy to get a thousand dollars.

"This is my bet. I don't know what kind of bet is Hongxiong?" Changle Xiaohou looked at Hong Yi and his face showed sneer.

"Guard, take my sabre." At this moment, Zhennan Princess Luo Yun clap his hands, a guard immediately sent a sword of shark skin sheath.

The Luoyun brush is pulled out, the sword is out of the sheath, reflecting the daylight, dazzling, and the cloud pattern of the ju flower is flowing on the sword, and the front of the front is almost bleeding.

"This sword name '斩Shark' is more expensive than Changle Xiaohouye's fire Rome. I think Hongyi came out in a hurry today. Without a bet, I will lend him temporarily. Otherwise, He doesn't have a bet, he can't play a game, and I don't want to be busy. What a pity."

Luo Yun took the sword back to the sheath and handed it to Hong Yi, hehe! Open the folding fan and shake it fast.