The No. 1 Scholar Insists on Cutting Off My Sleeves

In the third year of Dajing's reign, the imperial examination was released in the spring. The white horse in red robes passed through Zhuque Street, and people all over the city rushed to see the new champion. Xie Lin won three yuan in a row and became famous in the capital. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be a smooth journey from now on, becoming a prime minister and becoming a marquis. But the unexpected happened - Princess Yong'an's chariot stopped the new champion in the street. "Xie Lin, I want to recruit you as my consort." This is the Holy Emperor's favorite Princess Yong'an. Who dares to disobey her? In the formation where thousands of people were kneeling to welcome him, Xie Lin suddenly reined in his horse. He turned around and looked past the crowd of people to the corner of the street. There was a poor scholar squatting there, holding cold steamed buns in his arms and chewing them seriously with his head down. "Your Highness the Princess." Xie Lin got off his horse and pointed in that direction. His voice was not loud, but his words were clear: "My heart belongs to him, and it is him. If the Holy One does not allow it, I will never marry for the rest of my life." Yang Qingshu became the first "number one male wife" since the founding of Dajing. On the day he received the order, the bamboo clothes-drying pole in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he froze in place. After spending ten years in the cold window with no one asking for help, she became famous overnight and became a "wife". To say that his fate with this new top pick was just that rainy day three years ago. He thrust the only oil-paper umbrella into the hands of the boy in white, who was huddled under the eaves to hide from the rain. The boy was born very well, but he was soaked all over and looked as miserable as a lost dog. He put the umbrella into the other party's hand, turned around and ran back to the rented shabby house in the rain. The next day, the umbrella was cleaned and hung back on the door frame, with a note on the side. "The days ahead are long." He just thought it was a courtesy and turned around and forgot about it. Who could have imagined that this "coming day" would come with such vigor. Bridal night with flowers and candles: Yang Qingshu held the "Law of Dajing" and gritted his teeth: "Xie Lin, you cheated on me!" Xie Lin slowly untied his wedding robe. His face under the red candle was too pretty, and he couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth. "Law 365 - 'The marriage contract is finalized and cannot be regretted'." Yang Qingshu:...... Xie Lin came closer, his lips almost touching his ear, and his voice was low, with a contented laziness: "Law 366 - 'Men and women can marry from this dynasty onwards'." Guide to a Good Marriage ① At the end of the year, the crazy criticism of beauties × The poor and talented scholar of Buddhist lineage received ② Men in this dynasty can be married ③ Attack white and cut black, the Machiavellian line is sweet, but the horse will fall in the later stage ④ He is so poor that he eats steamed buns, but he counterattacks with his talent, and develops a two-way love Intention: Is Longyang good? No no no