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The next day, the morning bell rang in Chang'an, and the sound of reading continued to ring in the various schools of Imperial College.

Song Yufu's eyes were slightly red, and she was walking back and forth in Wenquyuan with books, reciting the classics that had already been ripe. The princes and nobles in the school were still not full, and most of them were dozing off. There were very few students who actually read aloud.

Her father's high-ranking priest, Jiu Songbaiqing, had already been so angry with these rotten woods that she came to teach. Even though her gentle temper was gradually helpless. She had not been able to sleep well these days, and occasionally she was tired, so she could only pinch her legs and keep awake.

Thinking of what happened these days, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

That night, I wanted to talk to Prince Xu about the rules of scholars, but it turned out that I hung her on the Bell and Drum Tower so scared that she hadn't come back to her senses for several days.

As long as she was forced to copy "Study Records", she carefully wrote the whole article on the cold bell and drum tower. Prince Xu, who was sitting next to him, said:

"The handwriting is wrong, copy my handwriting and rewrite it."

Isn’t this bullying?

She was so angry that she threw down her pen, but she was hung on the bell and drum tower again...

Song Yufu's face was covered with a little shame and anger.

Later, when I wrote about Kuaizi, my wrists were sore, and Prince Xu was willing to let her go. I thought I could hide from afar, but let Prince Xu write the rest by himself. However, Prince Xu said another sentence:

"Arrival on time tomorrow night, otherwise the entire Imperial College will know about copying books for me."

well……

He is the legitimate son of a king of a different surname, so he doesn't care about these reputations. She was born in a scholarly family, and her father and brothers were all famous scholars. How could she pass on such things? She could only go to the bell and drum tower on time at dusk and write it in the middle of the night.

After seven days, she was sleepy, but Prince Xu sat next to him and drank for seven days. After thinking about it, she felt frustrated...

Song Yufu was thinking randomly, and before she could realize that the whispers of several princes and sons suddenly came to her ears:

"Xiao Ting, why don't you stare at Miss Song behind her back? I saw it with relish last time..."

Song Yufu suddenly came to her senses and frowned slightly. She was not easy to scold her sons, so she wanted to leave without hesitation. As soon as she took a step, she heard Xiao Ting's voice:

"Don't talk nonsense, gentlemen don't deceive the dark room."

"Tsk~ You still know that 'A gentleman doesn't deceive the dark room'? Your drooling was almost leaking out last time. If Xu Buling hadn't woken you up, you might have done something..."

"How could I, Xiao Ting, be such a dirty person..."

"Okay, there is not a good thing sitting there. Who do you pretend to be a gentleman to show it? Xu Buling didn't come today. I want to be more generous..."

"What should I do if that drunkard suddenly comes back..."

"Oh~ It turns out that Mr. Xiao is afraid of this..."

"Ph——Go to die..."

"Hahaha……"

Song Yufu heard these conversations and stood there in a daze with her poems and books.

Prince Xu...Is Xiao Ting beat Xiao Ting because of his rude eyes?

Thinking of this, Song Yufu suddenly realized! It turned out that Prince Xu was not domineering, but a gentleman did not value false reputation!

I remembered that night I ran to scold Prince Xu for hurting someone for no reason...

Song Yufu walked back and forth several times, and her eyes gradually showed a little ashamed...

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The warm sun shines on Zhuque Street in winter, and the traffic along the street is full of traffic. Temples and gyms are in full bloom. From time to time, there are official ladies driving around in sedan chairs, and there are also long-distance business trips to see the scenery, which looks like a prosperous era.

Xu Buling drove his horse through Zhuque Street and came to Yongning Square. The bells and drums that reported the time rang out on time on the watchtower.

It’s three minutes long, it’s a little good.

"Young Master Xu!"

The horse stopped, Zhu Manzhi ran over happily to salute, holding a small purse in his hand and said with a smile:

"The three young men were routine offenders yesterday. They hurt many brothers. The yamen rewarded us with thirty taels of silver. This credit is the young master's, and all of it belongs to you."

Xu Buling turned over and got off the horse, but did not reach out to pick it up. He led the horse to the street, and looked at it with his head:

"What job did you take?"

Zhu Manzhi heard this and was energetic. He took out the "Wuchang Thin" from his arms, looked through a few pages, and pointed to the lines of handwriting on it:

"With Mr. Xu's help, I specially picked a few difficult jobs. No one in the entire Dizi camp is willing to take it. The reward is very high..."

"Okay, let's go."

"Did Mr. Xu have dinner in the morning?"

“…”

After a while, two bowls of mutton were placed on the table on the roadside stall in the market, and the steaming and fragrant smell was overwhelming.

Zhu Manzhi sat at the small table with chopsticks and spoke proudly:

"I treat you, double servings of lamb, if not enough, add it."

Xu Buling shook his head and chuckled, put his sword on the table, and began to feast on it.

Zhu Manzhi lowered her head and drank the soup in small sips. Her eyes kept aiming at Xu Buling on the opposite side. Perhaps she was a little nervous. She glanced left and right, and her eyes were placed on the long sword on the table, smiling and having nothing to say:

"Young Master Xu, what's your sword's name?"

"See your courage."

"Shizhao... I seem to have heard of it somewhere... My father also used a sword and taught me. It's a pity that my father didn't use it well, so I only knew one move..."

“Yes…”

Whispering...

As the sun rises, the streets gradually become bustling.

Two empty big bowls were placed on the small table. Zhu Manzhi stood up and patted his stomach, with a layer of fragrant sweat floating on his forehead. He raised his hand to wipe it. Seeing Xu Buling took the wine pot from the carriage and took a mouthful of it, he chuckled:

"Crown Prince Xu, drinking alcohol early in the morning hurts your body."

"It's a death if you don't drink."

"Oh... Prince Xu is still a drinker. I also like drinking. I like the most about the broken jade soup in Sun's shop in Dayefang. Keli..."

Xu Buling took the reins and walked around the crowded streets and turned into the alley, turning his head a little helpless:

"Miss, you talk a little too much."

"Is that? I... Then I won't talk..."

"Speak serious."

"Oh... There is a 'Zheng Sandao' in Xicheng City, who is a local snake in Xicheng City. I heard that there are two gambling shops belonging to him, but unfortunately there is no clue. I am very enlightened and I ran away as soon as I left..."

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"Canised haws--"

"Buy coal--"

"Damn it—"

It is noisy and noisy. A building is built near Wanglou in the west city of Chang'an. The merchants and vendors in the market often spend time here, gambling houses and tramways.

In a courtyard, the master counted the money he collected last night. Zheng Sandao sat at the table and wiped the knife in his hand with a white cloth. The blade was covered with traces of time. The long time he had been in the world, he had followed him for many years.

There were noisy people in the gambling house next door, and from time to time, a man who even lost his pants was thrown out and spit out and left.

"A bunch of dogs, if you can win money, I will not drink the northwest wind..."

Zheng Sandao cursed, wiped the knife for a while, and suddenly Xiaosi ran to the yard: "Boss, a wolf guard entered the West City and came to this side."

"one?"

"There is also a rich family. The horse he leads is expensive. It seems that he is not here to fight Qiufeng. Should the boss avoid it first?"

"No need to avoid it."

While speaking, a cold voice sounded from the gate of the courtyard.

Zheng Sandao's face suddenly changed. He stood up and held the hilt of the knife and looked at the yard gate. He saw a tall young man in white, strode in with a long sword in his hand.

There was a panting female wolf guard behind her, and her running chest was trembling.

Seeing this, the thugs in the courtyard surrounded them with sticks.

Zheng Sandao stood up and walked down the steps. Ruhu looked at her eyes for a few times, and first held the big knife backwards and bowed:

"Young master came to the door rashly, is there something important?"

Xu Buling kept his pace and held the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

"Beware!"

The yard was filled with a frying pot in an instant, and the minions holding sticks seemed to be facing a great enemy.

Zheng Sandao stood in front of him with his hands in his hands and stood in front of him. His robe was swelling, and his momentum was rising and his fierce light surged:
To be continued...