Zhao Ziyi came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and walked straight to the desk where he had put a secret book of exercises.
When she saw that there were no traces of unturned, her pretty face flashed with loss.
That's right, the predecessors may just be interested, how could they stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the time...
Zhao Ziyi said inwardly.
She picked up the exercise book, prepared to put it on the shelf, and then looked for another one for reference.
When she arrived on the third floor, she was just about to look for the secrets of the exercises, when she saw a man standing on the window wall, with a face like a crown jade, a jade tree facing the wind, and a refined temperament.
He stood leaning through, holding a copy of Chengyang's Bizarre Record in his hand.
The warm sun outside the window sprinkled on his shoulders and painted it into a beautiful landscape painting.
Such a handsome guy.
Zhao Ziyi's eyes widened, his heart murmured, and his heartbeat speeded up a lot.
He is reading, she is reading him.
The two sides maintained a delicate balance in this way.
She held her breath and couldn't even bear to break the peace.
When the man sees the wonderful place for a while, the corners of his mouth will bend, and Zhao Ziyi will be happy in his heart.
Only occasionally the man frowned, as if seeing some bad allusions, Zhao Ziyi would become melancholy.
When did Beizhen Fusi have such a person?
I don't even know?
Zhao Ziyi was surprised.
"Ahem..."
I don't know when, just as Zhao Ziyi was immersed in the inner world, a soft cough pulled her back into reality.
The man with the sun on his shoulders had already stood in front of her at some point.
"Uh..."
Zhao Ziyi wiped the saliva that never came out of the corner of his mouth like a conditioned reflex.
Damn, this princess is really embarrassed today.
When did he come here?
Zhao Ziyi's pretty face was first transformed from frightened paleness into dense red clouds.
She didn't expect that one day she would greet a man and wipe her saliva after she woke up.
If this spreads out, how will you meet people?
However, she thought about it again. Anyway, only she and the man in front of her knew about this matter. Looking at each other's elegant appearance, it didn't seem to be a person who would talk about it.
"Who are you and why are you in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"
She raised her head, pretending to be pretentious.
"Return to the three princesses. Jin Yiwei is stationed in the next case. Since the internal affairs have been done, I read a book to pass the time in my spare time."
Su Ming said with a smile.
He knew that I was the third princess.
There doesn't seem to be the aura of a warrior flowing in him, he seems to be a civilian guard.
But knowing that I am the third princess, why is he not afraid at all?
Zhao Ziyi's thoughts turned sharply, and said solemnly: "What's your name? Isn't this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion a place where people like you can enter?"
Su Ming chuckled and said: "Return to the third princess, Su Ming, if the third princess thinks I am a mess, leave immediately."
After the big deal, I will avoid this one, with a strong sense of consciousness as a perception, as long as Zhao Ziyi enters the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he will know.
If you don't want to be discovered, then even if Zhao Ziyi goes through the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he will not find his existence.
Su Ming?
"Ahem..."
Zhao Ziyi gave a light cough, and then said: "Since you are the Jinyiwei of the case library, naturally you are not in the category of idlers and others."
"It's just that this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is so big, don't you think that you are entering Baoshan, but you are leaving empty-handed when you look at a strange record?"
Su Ming smiled and said: "Returning to the third princess, I don't have a talent for martial arts in my humble position, so I can't practice the secrets of the above techniques. It is these strange records that allow me to know the world without going out."
If you don't go out, you will know the world...
Zhao Ziyi was stunned. She didn't expect that the other party, in the position of Jin Yiwei, would be able to say frankly that she had no talent for martial arts.
"It's a good one to know the world without going out."
Zhao Ziyi's eyes lit up, and he continued: "Since you are a frequent visitor to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, have you ever seen other people here."
She wanted to guess who was the one who changed the tide swordsmanship?
Su Ming did not expect that a whim would cause such consequences.
"Return to the third princess, I have never seen it before in a humble position."
Su Ming glanced at the sky outside the window, and then said: "There are still important things to do in my humble position, so I will retire."
"Ok."
Zhao Ziyi felt a little bit dissatisfied in her heart, but still waved his hand generously, and said, "Retreat."
Seeing Su Ming's back, Zhao Ziyi was startled, and wanted to ask if you would come this afternoon.
But thinking that he is a dynasty princess, it is too gaffe to say so.
"But he just said that he is the garrison of the case library, so can I often go through the file cover?"
Zhao Ziyi murmured in a low voice.
Soon she was taken aback by this idea of her own.
Zhao Ziyi, you are a dynasty princess, he is just a civil servant who does not know martial arts. It is impossible for the two of you to be together!
Ugh.
Zhao Ziyi sighed softly in her heart, and turned around and left without the thought of continuing to look for the secrets of the exercises.
"Cousin, I'm here to pick you up."
Chen Yubian pressed the knife with his right hand, blocking the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and said with a smirk.
Su Ming: "..."
"Let's go, my mother specially made braised lion heads for you today. I usually don't even have the chance to eat them. But today, it's drenched by you."
The corner of Chen Yubian's mouth flipped, and he followed Su Ming, pressing the knife with his right hand, as if escorting the prisoner to the execution ground.
Walking to the street, looking at the shoulders of the sabers and swordsmen on the street, Chen Yubian was surprised:
"I don't know what's going on in the past few days. Suddenly, there are many people from the rivers and lakes in the capital, so the Fusi of Beizhen has been sent out to prevent these rivers and lakes from provoking troubles!"
Su Ming didn't say a word, thinking about how to turn the gun head later, and shift the focus to Chen Yu's side.
The two stopped at the entrance of Chen's Mansion. Chen Beihe, as an adult of a thousand households and an official of the fifth grade, had a luxurious mansion with three inputs and three outputs.
At the door, there was an empty square. At this time, an arena measuring five feet long and five feet wide was also erected, on which stood a heroic woman.
A banner writes: Contest and invite relatives.
The following is a small print: Under five grades the day after tomorrow, you must not be twenty years old!
The woman is slender, wearing a drape hat and a white outfit.
She stood proudly on the ring.
The audience boiled and turned into the sky, and the noise was full of noise.
"Hey, if the day after tomorrow is 5th grade and below, he still cannot be over 20 years old. Looking at the capital, who has such a high talent?"
"That is, most people who are promoted to the 9th grade of Houtian are 18 years old, and when they are promoted to the 5th grade of the Houtian, they are twenty-seven or eighteen."
"For a guy with this talent, the threshold at home will have to be flattened by a matchmaker. Do you still need to come to a martial arts contest?"
"You forgot, Chen Yubian, the son of our Chen Qianhu family, is only 18 years old this year, and he is already an acquired powerhouse of the fifth grade."
"Yes, yes, I almost forgot, isn't Chen Yubian the fifth grade of the day after tomorrow? If he comes to challenge this one in the ring, he might win."
"Chen Yubian will definitely be one of the four commanders of Beizhen Fusi in the future. Do you think you can see this kind of woman who shows her face outside?"
"You know what a fart, since she dared to say her requirements for martial arts and recruiting relatives, then she must be the fifth-grade cultivation base of the day after tomorrow. With this martial arts talent, she will definitely be an innate strong in the future. She is not worthy of Chen Yu. Side, who else deserves it?"
"..."
Listening to the discussion, Su Ming turned his head to look at the ring, the corner of his mouth was lifted, and he smiled: "Cousin, I think the woman on the ring is a good match for you."
Chen Yu's mouth twitched when he heard the words, and said with a wry smile: "Cousin, I can't tell you, I can't beat her..."
"Oh?"
Su Ming smiled and said: "Have you tried against her?"
"Ok."
Chen Yubian nodded, and then said: "Just half a month ago, because of something entangled, I had a battle with her. I...I lost."