"Young Master, are you afraid at all?" Ou Ping trembled: "That's a princess."

"If you are afraid, don't you have to die?" Ouyang said: "I'm afraid too. People are afraid of things when they encounter them. But... this princess is OK."

"Yes, we didn't kill."

"No, I said she would find fun to the officials." Ouyang waved: "Go to the pleasure boat quickly. At the critical moment, the dead princess actually disrupted the situation."

...

"The fallen leaves are ready to climb the altar, and you can read it freely. The ink of the Ministry of Works and splash ink to proofread the books." A man in white finished writing a poem, winning applause around him. The man in white said modestly: "Thank you, thank you, Yi smiled generously."

"I accidentally got a poem, and I would like to ask you to comment on it." A young man in brown clothes gathered his fan and recited: "Reading the heavenly cold realm is an immortal, and the sun sets the collection of books is lush and the fields are lush. The sacred landlords have a lot of rain, and the magpies are happy that the sky official bamboos have smoke."

"well!"

Ou Ping said, "Young Master, go ahead."

"What are you going to? I will read my poem for you first." Ouyang whispered: "Looking at a boat from afar, looking at a boat close up, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, it turns out to be a boat."

"Haha!" Ou Ping burst into laughter.

"Do you think the poems you are reading are not enough?" asked a scholar who had just finished reciting.

"No, no." Ou Ping said hurriedly: "Misunderstanding and misunderstanding."

The scholar bowed and said, "I'd like to ask you guys to have a good understanding." Ou Ping is not dressed as a book boy, and his clothes are similar to those of the scholar Ouyang. It's normal for everyone to misunderstand that he is also a student.

"Go!" Ouyang Ren smiled.

"Okay! Then I'll fight." Ou Ping looked around and coughed, saying: "Life is precious, love is more expensive. If it's for freedom, both can be abandoned."

"Damn!" Ouyang almost fell into a coma. This kid has the potential to engage in pyramid schemes. He can actually plagiarize the poem that my young master plagiarized a few years ago. Well! His face is a little hot. At least you plagiarize your own people, but you have to know that the copyright of the poem is not in your young master's hands.

"Not suppressing rhyme, no suppressing rhyme." The students around him shook their heads.

"One can be thrown away by both." The woman on the boat was deeply touched and sighed: "I don't know what the young master calls me?" The voice was like the sound of nature, and the sound of fairy was lingering. The students were so confused.

"I...what is my name?" Ou Ping looked at Ouyang in sweat.

"Ouping!" Ouyang added: "The new city Ouping is still here."

"New City Ouping, there are still some things to do..."

I'm a god! Ouyang Yila Ouping said: "Don't embarrass you, flash."

...

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Have you recovered?" Ouyang sighed. Hika was Hika, because a beautiful woman would be breathless with just one word. Ouyang said: "There is supper on the table."

"Young Master Xie." Ou Ping picked up the bowls and chopsticks and saw Ouyang smearing the paper with a brush and asking in confusion: "Young Master, what is that?"

Ouyang did not answer, put the two paintings together and asked, "What do you think?"

"This seems to be a phoenix, and the other is a peony. Why are there only half of the peony and phoenix?"

Ouyang asked: "Do you have an impression?"

"..." Ou Ping shook his head.

It seems that he is asking too much. Ouyang explained: "This is the gold medal pattern of the princess inner guard, and half of the blank is because it is inserted into the waist and cannot be seen."

"Young Master, what do you want to do?" Ou Ping was shocked. That woman was not easy to mess with. Today, he was unhappy and he didn't know how the two brothers died.

Before Ouyang could answer, someone knocked on the door outside. Ouyang didn't say he wanted to come in. A maid looked like a man pushed the door in and saluted: "Who is Ouping, who is the young master of Ou Ping?"

Ouyang raised his hand to stop Ou Ping from speaking and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My lady - Miss Mingqing invites Mr. Ou Ping to the pleasure boat to talk to you."

"Mingqing?" Ou Ping's heart began to scratch again, as if it was a fire, as if it was blocked, and it was indescribable to feel uncomfortable.

"Wait!" Ouyang picked up the pen and wrote a few words and folded it: "Give this to your lady. Ou Ping, I'm going out anyway, it may take three or two days, so it's better for you to see the world."

"Really? Master, you really let me go?" Ou Ping was overjoyed. He thought Ouyang would stop him, but he didn't expect to let him go.

...

The moon is red in the night, singing and dancing, and the daughter's hometown, living and dreaming. Ou Ping first came to a world full of women, and these women are different from what he had seen before, charming, charming, gentle and charming. It is normal for the burning of the dantian.

After the song was over, the beauty in the dance slowly left: "Young master sits for a while, and I change my clothes. Please take the fruits and snacks on the table as you like."

"Okay...good..." Ou Ping tried hard to calm himself, but... it was so beautiful, especially with the eyes, when he blinked at him, he felt like a bolt of lightning piercing into his heart.

"Miss is so amazing. After a song, Mr. Ou's soul is gone." The maid changed Mingqing's clothes.

"Oh... I thought that a person who could write such a bold poem would have to have experienced many things and a determined will. Unexpectedly, he was just a young man."

The maid took out a note and said, "Young Master Ou's companion wants me to send a letter to the lady."

"Oh?" Mingqing answered the letter and started to recite: "My brother is young and has mercy. If it is convenient, he will accompany him to have a day to gain knowledge. Ouyang is very grateful... mercy? Haha, this young man is also interesting, I must have experienced the romance and romance."

The maid asked, "Since Mr. Ou is not in line with the lady's wishes and is wasting time, why not send him back?"

"No, you go and clean up the guest room. Young Master Ou sleeps alone at night." Mingqing explained again: "I instruct the boatman to visit the scenery around the canal tomorrow morning, and there is no specific itinerary."

"yes."

...

The Princess Palace is located on the edge of West Lake in Hangzhou. It was originally a wealthy mansion, covering a large area. Although it has been two updates, four sword-wielding guards at the door are still standing straight. The guards are wearing the uniform of the royal imperial guards and there is no gold medal around their waists. Ouyang snorted lightly, it turned out that this thing was required to have a certain level.

The side door opened, a middle-aged plainclothes man walked out, and the four guards said together: "I have met Wang Bushuai."

"Yeah, all are more energetic."

"yes!"

Bu Shuai? What kind of official rank is this? Ouyang wondered. He didn't know that Wang Bu Shuai was the Imperial Guard Hall Commander of the Song Dynasty, one of the three commanders of Bu Shuai and Ma Shuai. He was a second-rank official. That is, he was responsible for the safety responsibilities of the princess's Nanyou this time. Although Ouyang didn't understand, he knew that the officers at the level of the coach were very large. This person had no gold medal, not because he was a small official, but because he was too big. Naturally, he knew more people. This person was definitely not a suitable candidate.

Ouyang waited for a while, but still didn't find any useful clues, so he could only give up temporarily. It was already three o'clock when he returned to the inn. Ouyang cut off some hair, cut it into two centimeters long and neatly placed it on the paper. He took a porcelain basin and put it in a piece of donkey skin that he had bought before. Then he placed the porcelain basin in a simple rack of combinations of several candles. He stirred with a brush while cooking.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ouyang picked up the items in the bowl and tried it and the concentration was appropriate. He dipped it in a clean brush and applied it lightly on the root of the cut hair. Then he put his hair on his face one by one in front of the bronze mirror. This is Taixuzi Brand 502 glue, which is full of glue and does not contain any chemicals. In less than a while, a bearded man was freshly released.
Chapter completed!