Ninth Grade Jailer: He actually went on a blind date with the leader of the Demon Cult at the beginn

Just half an hour before Li Nuo and his party were drunk.

royal palace.

Yulan Pavilion.

Princess Qingyang gently plucked the strings of the guzheng with her soft fingers, and the sweet and silky music danced with the spring breeze, ruffling the lake reflecting the sunset and disrupting the gorgeous spring flowers beside the lake.

When the song ended, Princess Qingyang's lips curved.

Li Zian, it's quite interesting... but you have offended the wrong person! I am not one of those young girls who are in love with you, how can I be so easy to deceive? But then again, since you have come to Chang'an, if there is no such thing as this literary feast, You will really lose some of your color.

Princess Qingyang murmured to herself, and immediately had a brilliant idea in her mind.

This literary banquet is jokingly called the feast for choosing a son-in-law. How could Qingyang not know about it?

But she acquiesced and did not stop it.

And since you want to choose a husband, you must set a standard.

Otherwise, cats and dogs could sneak in, wouldn't it look like her literary banquet is very lacking in reputation?

She, the legitimate eldest princess, is not so cheap!

Um……

Why not take this Li Zian as the standard?

His literary talent cannot be much worse than that of the former No. 1 scholar. If his cultivation level is lower than the seventh level, he should get out. As for his appearance, he must be at the seventh or eighth level of Li Zian. Of course, the temper must not be as stubborn and bad as Li Zian's.

As for the rest...

Well, let her think about it carefully.

At this time, a quirky little girl of six or seven years old appeared out of nowhere, holding up her long skirt and ran quickly towards Qingyang.

Sister Huang, what are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought...

When people arrive, the sound arrives.

This laughter as clear as a silver bell warmed Qingyang's heart: Jinyang, don't run so fast. Watch the road and be careful not to fall.

She has more than a dozen royal brothers and sisters in total, but she only has one biological sister. She is more than ten years younger than her, so she naturally dotes on her very closely.

Little Jinyang threw herself into Princess Qingyang's arms and said coquettishly: Sister Huang, Jinyang wants to practice martial arts...

Qingyang touched Jinyang's little head and scolded: You are fooling around. How can you, a noble princess, practice martial arts with her golden branches and jade leaves?

Today I was almost trampled by a horse. Fortunately, a knight came to my rescue and kicked the horse several feet away. Just like in the opera, when the road is rough, draw your sword to help. I also want to learn martial arts. Become a charlatan!

Jinyang's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Recalling the scene at the market, it really scared her. But after she recovered, she began to admire the hero.

Did you sneak out again? You were in danger!

A hint of coldness flashed in Qingyang's eyes.

An old eunuch who followed immediately knelt down with a plop: Your Highness, the old slave has been secretly protecting the Jinyang Highness. A horse demon was frightened and ran rampant, disturbing Princess Jinyang. The old slave was about to take action. He tried to stop him, but someone took the lead and killed the horse demon...

Qingyang nodded indifferently.

The royal family of Dayin Dynasty had a high degree of freedom. The emperor would not restrict his children's travels.

Jin Yang sneaked out of the palace not once or twice, but he would definitely be protected by masters in the palace, both overtly and covertly.

How could a horse demon from an unknown force be frightened in the market? Also, who saved Jinyang? Is it a coincidence or an ulterior motive?

Qingyang asked the old eunuch sideways.

It was a horse demon tamed by the tantric lamas. Maybe he had never seen anything on the market, so he was frightened and went crazy. As for the knight who rescued Princess Jinyang... I only sent someone to the county government office to inform the county captain, and told him not to Favoring the Tantric Sect, as for who it is, the servant did not ask...

The old eunuch lay on the ground sweating profusely.

The princess has such a noble status, no matter who is in Chang'an City, it is their duty to come forward to save the princess...

So he didn't bother to ask for his name.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with what he did, but somehow, he felt great pressure in front of His Highness Qingyang.

The eunuch said in fear: Your Highness, the county captain will definitely record it in the record. I will send someone to ask about it now?

That's all, there's no need.

Qingyang shook his head.

As long as the little girl is fine, nothing else matters.

If someone wants to use this as a way to advance and gain a higher status, they are really making a mistake.

Sister Huang, Jinyang really wants to practice martial arts so that he can protect himself.

Princess Jinyang said innocently.

Qingyang scratched Jinyang's little nose and smiled sweetly: There is no need to practice martial arts. You are still young now. In two years, there will be great scholars to help shape the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism, and you can even practice true martial arts. Qi, well, just like the national master, flying on the sword.

Okay, okay! I want to practice flying swords and become a female sword fairy!

Jin Yang jumped up happily, By the way, Sister Huang, there are many literati gathering in Chang'an now, it's so lively! When will your literary banquet be held, Sister Huang?

It's almost time! The location has been decided, right on the top of Mount Li. As for the specific time... I will hold a banquet after the group of Tantric lamas compete with the Arhats of Xiangguo Temple.

Hehe, I love the excitement the most. When the time comes, I will be the judge for Sister Huang.

Jinyang said extremely happily.

Don't worry, this girl like you is indispensable. When the time comes, all the young and talented people in the world will have to look at your girl's face to act. Anyone who is not convinced will be thrown off the mountain.

Qingyang said dotingly.

Hehe, the emperor is the best to me! The brothers don't play with me. Sister, why don't you teach me how to play the guzheng.

Jin Yang said happily.

Little girl, this interest comes and goes quickly.

You want to learn? Come, sit here, and Sister Huang will teach you step by step.

Qingyang held Jinyang in his arms, held her little hand, and tried to play the music on the guzheng.

…

Dang Dang, Dang Dang Dang...

Spring snow, lower Liba people... the pleasant notes will make people intoxicated and addicted. The characteristics of music are all the same. As long as it can arouse people's resonance, it is a good song.

West Market.

A group of talented young men found an elegant tiled roof and enjoyed the wonderful music of the brothel girl.

Brother Lu, is what we are doing really appropriate?

The handsome young man's mouth was filled with drunkenness, he burped and asked.

Brother Lin, please relax.

The corner of Lu Zhishan's mouth raised in an arc, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

The eldest son of the Lin family frowned and said: I still feel something is wrong. By spreading the poem, isn't it to make Li Zian famous? Brother Lu, you said that if the princess really falls in love with Li Zian and recruits him as her consort, then we Isn’t it true that I made wedding clothes for others in vain?”

Brother Lin, you only know one, but not the other!

Lu Zhishan said with profound meaning.

Mr. Lin: Oh? Please ask Brother Lu to clear up my doubts.

Lu Zhishan looked slightly interested: Who is Princess Qingyang? Her vision is surprisingly high. What about Li Zian? If he had not destroyed his foundation of Confucianism and Taoism, he and Qingyang would be a good match, and they could even achieve something. It’s a good story. Now, he has been deprived of the number one scholar position by the emperor and has become the most humble jailer. How can Princess Qingyang like him? Even if she does, Your Majesty still won’t be able to pass that test!”

That's right! I almost forgot about this matter. Li Zian wants to die, but he insists on offending that person... isn't this not enmity with the emperor?

Young Master Lin patted his forehead and felt quite awake.

Another young master in Jinyi echoed with a smile: As expected of Lu Jieyuan, he is so superior! In this way, the princess will not only not like Li Zian, but also hate him even more! If the emperor deals with Li Zian, he may arouse criticism and be too arrogant. Small. As for the princess dealing with Li Zian, no one has anything to say. I’m afraid those great scholars at Lushan Academy won’t be embarrassed to argue with the princess, right?”

High, really high! No wonder Brother Lu can become Jiangnan Jieyuan, but I can only get 18th place in the exam.

Young Master Lin was greatly impressed.

Haha, everyone, don't talk about this anymore. At the wedding banquet for choosing a son-in-law, I hope you will help me. Everyone, I will do it first out of respect!

Lu Zhishan was extremely ambitious at this time. Holding the small wine glass, he seemed to be holding a large country...