Yang Yuying's expression gradually became serious.

She actually knew that the game system was so rigid that she would not make any jokes. This photo album must contain some secret.

Open page by page.

"The Marshal is so charming!"

There is a photo of him wearing a simple chain mail, among the sea of ​​blood everywhere, with his bloody hair tied up, and his stubble was covered in a mess, but he was still very charming.

Yang Yuying felt that her filter might be a bit thick.

All day long, she was surrounded by various gentle, wild, and casual marshals, as if she really saw him talking big in the academy, fighting on the battlefield, traveling through the world, and punishing evil with a long sword.

Yang Yuying never knew that her marshal liked to take photos so much. They had been together day and night and never left for a moment.

As he flipped through, Yang Yuying frowned slightly, took out his "Nameless Scroll" with no means to open it gently.

There is a portrait in the meritorious officials compiled by Emperor Taizong Li Zijing himself, which is said to have been painted by Mr. Zilan, a court painter at that time.

At that time, the Dashun Dynasty had not yet established its position. Li Zijing and his confidant advisers visited the palace in the suburbs of Beijing, and all the influential figures from the early days of the founding of the country were here.

Yang Yuying's eyes fell on the first position on the left of Li Zijing. The person sitting in that position seemed a little drunk. He pressed his hand against his head and leaned against the table. His slender thighs were stretched out because it was just a silhouette on the side and could not see clearly his eyebrows. But when Yang Yuying first saw this person, he was most concerned about this person because he looked a bit like a marshal.

Some people like the Marshal can have some style, so how could Yang Yuying not pay attention to it?

However, there is very little information about this person. I only know that his surname is Lin and he has been with Li Zijing for only more than a year. If Tan Guang appeared, he died of illness before the Dingding Dingding of the Dashun Dynasty and was granted a meritorious official. Emperor Taizong posthumously named him Duke Cheng and buried with the imperial tomb.

Regarding this person's life experience, except for some unreliable speculations in unofficial history, there is no mention of a single word in the official history.

Mr. Xiao, the mysterious hermit around Taizong, left countless inheritances and eight hundred disciples.

This person is as mysterious as a ghost.

After spreading the nameless scroll and then spreading the album, Yang Yuying looked at it and grabbed a juicy wild fruit beside the table and ate half of it.

The marshal in the photo is the same as Mr. Lin, Li Zijing's confidant in the nameless scroll, has the same clothing, the same embroidery patterns, and even the jade ring worn on his fingers.

Anyone who wants to say this is a coincidence, Yang Yuying must pry his head open and take a look, and study how the fool's brain is different from normal people.

"I want to steal the imperial tomb."

Yang Yuying said a few words coldly.

The maids from both sides looked over and looked surprised.

I really want to go to rob the tomb.

Let’s see if Mr. Lin’s coffin is empty or the bones of her marshal are hidden.

At the end of the album, Yang Yuying looked at Marshal Lin sitting in the weapon equipment room of the battleship, carefully holding the nano printer and carefully printing out a small doll the size of a thumb.

The doll looks exactly the same as Yang Yuying.

Well, she used several small bodies the size of a thumb, but the quality was very different. Some were completely different from the body of a real person, and some were just bumpy and bumpy when used, and it was not smooth.

Now the reason has been found.

She said that Dia's machinery is perfect, and the elites in the institute are also great masters. Can they make mistakes in making her body?

It was his family's marshal who was known as the decathlon, and his combat skills were really full, as for the others...

It can only be said that his status is high enough, so everyone naturally does not hesitate to praise it.

Yang Yuying silently put away the album.

Autumn has passed day by day, and the days have passed.

Winter is approaching.

Yang Yuying had prepared various cold-proof tools early in the morning and planned to hide at home for the whole winter.

The fireplace has been remodeled, using the materials accumulated during the task, and they are bought directly from the mall.

To be honest, even she felt that she was a bit of a waste of life.

After thinking about it, he secretly confronted his own marshal in his heart. It wasn’t that the marshal’s card was too easy to use, but now he has developed the problem of not looking at money when buying things. Then, Yang Yuying became confident.

What are the beautiful tapestry, feather hanging tents, soft and delicate Western wool blankets on the ground, and fox fur and marten fur were taken out to make Aunt Liu's big-wool clothes.

It is estimated that in the past month, Aunt Liu will have only Yang Yuying's work.

She doesn't like winter.

I liked it before, but after she was really hungry and cold, she no longer liked winter.

Even when she arrived at the interstellar world, the marshal pursued romance and often made the most beautiful snow scenes for her to enjoy, but she was still indifferent.

When winter comes, even the students of Changping Academy are about to go home.

"Our husband has been angry these days and is very angry. I can only hide and relax when I come to you."

Xu Meng found an excuse to check on Yang Yuying's family.

When going to another location, the angry gentleman must have bared his teeth, but when he came to find Yu Niang, the gentleman was very happy.

Yang Yuying chuckled: "I heard that the old man was unwilling to leave when he came. Why?

Xu Zhongming came to take refuge in the summer and recover from illness, and he was very resentful when he went out.

Xu Meng stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to complain about her, but being silent at this time can express her mood very well.

"The new academic officer in Dengzhou is about to take office. Is he the new top scholar or the prince of the Chun Wang family? This is the top scholar from the first clan of our Dashun Dynasty."

"This matter is also the most sensational event in the capital at present. I heard that dozens of students were dissatisfied and went to the Ministry of Rites. I don't know what to do. Zhao Yi went out and said something to calm the public's anger. Not long after, he invited a group of students to have a meal."

"Zhao Yi has now become a well-deserved figure in the circle of scholars in the capital. It is said that he is very literary, talented, and humble, and everything is good."

Xu Meng said while laughing, "Our husband doesn't seem to deal with him much. Yesterday, he said that Zhao Yi won the top scorer, and 80% of it depends on his face."

Yang Yuying smiled.

The little prince, who was so cute that he was quite interesting to bully, seemed to have grown up a lot.

These students from Changping Academy and Xu Zhongming said they were going back to Dengzhou, but they were not allowed to leave in a short while.

The gifts must be cleaned up, the carriage must be prepared, the escorts must be arranged in advance, and safety issues must be paid attention to.

This is Dengzhou, the kind of poor and bad rivers that are missing people without even bothering to find.

Xu Meng spent a while with Yang Yuying, and before leaving, she smiled and said, "I understand now why our husband always hinted us to play with you, how about it, what do you think?"

The gentleman obviously wanted to recruit Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying laughed: "I have signed up for the freshman admissions assessment of Kaichun Changping Academy."

Xu Meng: “…”
Chapter completed!