The dance venue was really a bit grand. Flags were waving on both sides, and a book officially read the article of worshipping Confucius. Some famous families were watching the ceremony. The leaders were King Fu and Princess Ruibao in ceremonies.

Today's golden bell is different from the past. She is dignified and upright. She is dressed in gorgeous clothes like a handful of peonies blooming under the scorching sun, and is incredibly beautiful.

Before I could take a closer look, the dancer was about to enter the venue, and the musicians next to me began to play grand rituals and music. The sacrificial venue, which was already a bit youthful, became solemn and dignified in an instant.

Whether it is a dance student or a happy student, they are actually the candidates on this list. A gentleman’s six arts, five virtues and four cultivations are not a joke.

"The Literature of Zhou: Baoshi" records: "He nurture the people of the country to teach the six arts: one is five rituals, two is six music, three is five archery, four is five harness, five is six script, and six is ​​nine numbers."

The six music in these six arts include the six sets of dance music of Yunmen, Daxian, Dashao, Daxia, Dabi, and Dawu. The literary and martial arts are all prepared, and then the instrumental skills of "being an official with a beating chime can be used as a piano".

Therefore, there are fewer scholars. These scholars who have passed the imperial examination are actually considered generalists of this era. Singing may not be good, but they must be able to dance a few paragraphs and play a few hands.

Moreover, today's sacrificial ceremony has been informed, and even Song Beiyun has secretly practiced this dance, not to mention those scholars who have been thinking about these things all day long.

Sacrifices are a big event, and since they are a big event, no one dares to neglect them. Moreover, the people present today, from princes to governors to university officials and even Wen Shenggong, if something really happens, the future of life will be ruined if they pursue the blame.

But let alone, this solemn music, this neat dance, and a group of young people's immature faces are truly exciting.

"It's better to stay for a few more days than to stay for an extra day," King Fu whispered to an old man beside him: "After Confucius' sacrifice, can Wen Shenggong come to the students' homes to talk?"

This Shenggong Wen is a senior and served as the teacher of the princes when the late emperor was the crown prince, so even His Highness Fu needed to call him "Mr.

"His Royal Highness Fu has become divorced."

"I dare not act rashly in front of Mr. Yu." King Fu smiled and said in a low voice: "I still remember the feeling of Mr. whipping his whip in his palm. Even after the past forty years, I still remember it fresh, just like yesterday."

Wen Shenggong sighed: "Yes, it has been forty years in a flash. Emperor Taizu was still alive at that time, but now things and people have changed."

Looking at the young children in front of him, Wen Shenggong was filled with emotion. After saying that, he waved his hand to change the topic. He pointed to Song Beiyun who was dancing with one eye: "That's Jie Yuan from this science, right?"

"That's right." King Fu nodded and said, "Sir, do you have something to say?"

"He is tall, strong, handsome, handsome, handsome, and handsome. Looking at his face, he looked like a gratifying face. I don't know what King Fu planned to use him?"

Except for a limited number of people, no one knows that King Fu is about to leave here. So according to normal thinking, Song Beiyun almost decided that King Fu is the one. Although it will cause dissatisfaction among the noble families and civil officials, as long as they do not enter the capital, it will naturally not matter. It doesn’t matter if they are sold for King Fu’s face.

But in Wen Zhenggong's opinion, Song Beiyun's face was very pleasing, and he looked very clear at first glance.

"This son is a person from Luzhou, so he will be sent to Beijing to take the top scorer. If he really wins the top scorer, it will be considered to be proud of Luzhou. It seems that it has been a few years, right? Governor An, hasn't the top scorer been released in Luzhou for several years?"

The governor An, who was beside him, said to his father from Beipo, looked at King Fu awkwardly: "The prince... thirty-six years."

Wen Shenggong and King Fu looked at the governor An in unison, and his eyes looked at him so much that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"This Luzhou education..." Wen Shenggong pondered for a moment: "King Fu still needs to worry more."

King Fu immediately turned his head and said, "Governor An, you still have to worry more."

What else can you say? You can't let the leader take the blame, right? So Governor An had to respond submissively.

During the conversation between several people, the sacrifice had reached its climax, and the drum beats were like thunder, which made people's eardrums buzz.

Song Beiyun danced hard, but cursed quietly. Although he couldn't see it outside, he felt that his whole body was wet and transparent. Although the weather at the end of September was already bright and cool, the south was not as good as the north. At this time, it was still the scorching heat that was burning in the sun.

Of course, no one else was much better than Song Beiyun. They all looked sweaty, but they could not stop the sacrifice until the sacrifice was over. Instead, the group of dignitaries watched Song Beiyun and the others move around like they were watching monkeys.

On the other side, the princess was trying hard to get away from the Wang family worker beside her. Her nose was extremely sensitive and she could vaguely smell a faint smell on this guy's body. Although it was not strong, it was disgusting to make the sunlight steam.

But after all, it is a famous family. Even if Jin Ling'er is a princess, it is difficult to have an attack on the spot. She can only hide as much as possible.

"Your Highness Princess, what's wrong with you?" Beipo asked in a low voice: "Why are you feeling uncomfortable? Or is this sun too poisonous?"

As he said that, Beipo stretched his sleeves open and blocked Jinling'er's head: "It's better."

"Come on, change your position." Jin Ling'er avoided the shade that was stretched out from the north slope: "Don't you want to be so intimate that it's so good to see it?"

When she spoke, her eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Beiyun who was dancing. If she had let the north slope cover the shade, she would not know what the bad guy would say after she went back.

"Yes... it's me Menglang." Beipo quickly withdrew his hand: "What are the instructions of His Royal Highness the Princess?"

“Change a position.”

Jin Ling'er glanced at the Wang family's young master not far away, and saw his eyes deep and his eyes were distracted, and his hands to his arms were trembling unconsciously. In addition, the smell of stinking on his body...

It's really enough. Jin Ling'er doesn't want to vomit in public.

"This is not good, Your Highness the Princess..." Although Beipo was a little sad by Jin Ling'er's attitude, he still said softly: "How can this position of the primary and secondary..."

But before he could finish speaking, Jin Ling'er interrupted impatiently: "If you don't change me, I'll leave."

"Switch... I'll change."

Soon, the two of them secretly changed positions. After leaving the stinking Wang family's son a few feet away, Jin Ling'er was able to breathe heavily. She took a few deep breaths as if she was a stranded fish returning to the sea.

There seemed to be no abnormality in Jin Ling'er on the north slope. He sat in the position where Jin Ling'er had just sat, feeling the faint body temperature on the stool and the air...

"vomit……"

After taking a deep breath, Beipo couldn't help it. After retching, he quickly covered his mouth and looked back at Jin Ling'er with a red face. She seemed to have thought that she had already realized what was going on. She sat there leisurely with a smile on her face.

The dry retching sound of the north slope seemed to attract the attention of the Wang family. He slowly looked back at the north slope, and the north slope found that his brother Wang had lost weight for only a few days, just like the people who were plagued by ghosts and monsters in the stories of gods, ghosts and monsters on Song Beiyun's table.

"Brother Wang...what are you?"

Beipo asked in a low voice, while the Wang family's son shook his head gently, saying nothing was wrong, but the trembling on his hands became more and more obvious, and the snot flowed out of his nasal cavity. He kept wiping, but even though the people were rubbed red, they still couldn't stop flowing.

"Brother Wang, why are you sweating all over your head?"

"I...I'm fine."

"Brother Wang, do I want me to call the doctor?"

"Enough!"

A loud roar shocked Beipo and also disturbed the sacrificial ceremony. When everyone looked at the prince of the Wang family, his expression became more and more nervous and his face began to twist.

"It's so noisy! You guys are so noisy!!!"

Suddenly, he covered his ears and shouted loudly. When Jin Ling'er saw his madness, she hurriedly ran to Fu King with a deep heart. Fu King glanced at his teacher, but didn't know what was going on.

"The ceremony cannot be stopped." Wen Shenggong stood up with a blue face and held his hands behind his back: "Don't let external things disturb you."

"Sir, this?" King Fu also quickly stood up: "What's wrong with him?"

Wen Shenggong showed concern on his face, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, but just walked quickly to his grandson who had already crawled on the table.

His Highness Fu followed, and the guards followed him to that place.

"Take him to rest first." King Fu ordered people to help the Wang family's son up: "It looks like his face is not very good."

Wen Shenggong sighed, "These few days, this child... has been like being caught in an evil spirit."

"Emphant?"

"Yes, I used to be very well-behaved, but since I returned from Luzhou last time, I felt like I had changed my personality and my temperament changed a lot. I took the prescription prescribed by a little miracle doctor here and it was a little relieved. But these days, it has become worse, but the medicine has not worked. This time I brought him here, and I want to ask for medicine, and to see if this book can be cured."

Hearing the word "Little Miracle Doctor", King Fu's face suddenly became gloomy. He turned around and looked at Song Beiyun, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded and comforted the old man who was already in his seventies and eighties.

The interrupted sacrifice continued, but because of this little episode, Jin Ling'er was forced to send back by King Fu. After King Fu arranged for Wen Shenggong to go to rest with his grandson, he sat on the other end with the governor An, but his expression became more and more serious.

"Prince, what's wrong?"
Chapter completed!