His Royal Highness King Shen?

Zhao Ji was taken aback and blurted out: "How could it be him?"

It seemed that he had found an insider all of a sudden, and the person next to him hurriedly asked him, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Ji said: "He is Zhao Tong, the king of Shen." First, he dislikes to go to theater the most, and second, he is a madman. ”

Meeting the person you least want to see in the place you are most looking forward to is something that Zhao Ji never expected.

Rather than bumping into Zhao Li, the king of Shen, Zhao Ji probably preferred to be in the same room with Prime Minister Zhang Dian for a whole night. Two nights is fine! He accompanies quarrels and fights.

As long as it's not Zhao Li.

He turned his head, and a huge sedan chair came into his sight.

He was shocked.

At that time, it was not a sedan chair.

When getting married, it is a happy event to sit in a sedan chair, and those who sit in a sedan chair and those who carry a sedan chair are all stained with joy, and they can be regarded as benefiting from each other; however, in normal times, many scholars are ashamed of taking a sedan chair, feeling that the sedan chair "replacing animals with people" is an insult to human dignity, and they are not allowed to use others as animals; not to mention the common people who carry the sedan chair, sitting on the sedan chair is equivalent to stepping on the head of the same kind, and it is like sitting on pins and needles.

Unless a person with a noble status, or a gentleman who is less evil and lacks a sense of guilt, he is not ashamed but proud.

What about "King Shen" as a member of the royal family?

- After all, the sedan chair in front of me is simply amazing.

The sedan chair was carried by eight young girls and walked slowly.

Each girl was dressed in bright red dresses, and her long skirts swayed like a red mermaid. Everyone wore bright and rich makeup, and the eye makeup was especially red, red like fire, burning all the way to the sideburns.

Zhao Ji looked at the trained smiles on their faces, and his throat tightened.

He has seen many girls laughing, some are gentle as water, innocent and lively, but he rarely sees this kind of strong smile that is tired to the extreme, and afraid to the extreme.

- Also, how can you not get tired of carrying such a luxurious and heavy sedan chair?

At a glance, the sedan chair is as tall as a rockery, resplendent and brilliant like stars, like a small palace, and the palace is brightly lit.

The sedan chair is made of mahogany as a whole, and is decorated with layers of vermilion gold carvings, decorated with tassels and beads, and glass lenses, which makes the whole sedan chair moist and bright. Look closely, every part of the sedan chair is carved, the round carving relief openwork technique is intertwined, carved with countless flowers, birds, insects and beasts, the flying dragon and the phoenix are entangled, a group of cranes soar in the sky, several magpies stop at the treetops, the lions and tigers on the ground fight, bite and roar, so lively. The carving of the sedan chair is made of pure gold, which is as bright as the sunlight, so that people dare not look directly.

The palace lights are swaying, and the wind chimes are ringing.

What kind of person is this King Shen who has come so much?

Attention quickly shifted from the stage to the door. Even the actors on stage became absent-minded, looking out the door with their eyes – they showed their occasional humanity.

Human beings are Muqiang's animals, and it is their nature to hate the poor and love the rich. Seeing this incomparably luxurious sedan chair, they had already forgotten that they had cleared the scene just now and were unreasonable, or that they had nothing to do with themselves just now, and they forgot it quickly. While chattering and discussing, he praised him: "It seems that he is a big man!"

A hand pulled back the curtain.

It is a pair of good-looking hands, thin, slender, thin, and with green tendons and knots.

These hands belong to a good-looking man.

When he got out of the sedan chair, people's attention quickly shifted from his hands to his physical appearance.

He was dressed in splendid clothes, and the bright and gorgeous tribute soft satin looked comfortable and elegant on him, and the whole person was very beautiful. He wore his crown hair high, tilted his head slightly, and held a fan in his hand.

The fan was out of place, but he got used to it, so he put mink fur on the fan to make it look shaggy.

The contours of his face are smooth and smooth, and Nuwa created a man without dizzy eyes or trembling hands, outlining such perfect lines in one go. The bridge of his nose is high, his eyebrows and eyes are cold, his eyebrows are light and short, his Danfeng eyes are disgusting and happy, and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised in an arc, which makes the eyes of his exposed eyes very smart and makes him radiant.

Danfeng's eyes calmly covered part of his soul, making the other half of the revealed appear meaningful and unusually rich, with cruelty and ferocity in the richness.

Although his bearing is extraordinary, graceful and luxurious, he is far away from the sky and cannot be obtained, and he is close in front of him and does not dare to look directly. Yet he was laughing again, and his smile was gentle, polite, extravagant, and untouchable.

As soon as he got out of the sedan chair, four guards with knives came from behind the sedan chair and immediately followed.

He walked straight to the front and center of the theater.

People talked a lot, but they didn't notice Zhao Yan's frowning slightly.

Suddenly, the cake vendor just now rushed forward angrily and yelled at him: "Hey, your slave just hurt someone, and you don't care? My sister and I depend on each other for our lives, and she said that she wants to come to the play, so I will take her here to walk around and take a look outside the door, but you hurt her! You give me an explanation!"

The guard immediately came up and punched him in the chest.

A muffled sound was heard by all.

So the peddler fell down without saying a word, fell to his knees, and coughed desperately.

The peddler opened his eyes and tried to raise his head and open his mouth to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the guard stepped on his head: "Boldly Diao Min, don't kneel down when you see King Shen!"

“...... You dogs!" The peddler desperately looked up, but was punched and kicked, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, and falling to the ground drop by drop.

As if he hadn't heard it, Zhao Yan took a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, and turned his head.

As soon as he turned his head, the leader of the eight girls who carried the sedan chair was shocked.

Zhao Yan saw it, and he looked at her.

She quickly lowered her head, but her hands trembled like chaff, and the tremors caused her whole body to tremble slightly. She bit her lip, her white teeth stained the rouge on her lips like blood.

Zhao Li's smile is a good-looking smile, but it is not a good-natured smile.

This smile makes the first woman crazy and will also make his men and minds broken.

He asked her gently, "What's the matter, Droplet, are you afraid of me? Because they all say I'm crazy, don't you?"

She shook her head desperately: "No." The slave was not afraid—ah!" she covered her mouth in horror.

Zhao Yan sighed: "Xiaodi, how can you disobey me? I said that you are afraid, you are afraid, how can you deny me? How many times have you said it, what will anyone who deny me do?"

"Your Highness, Your Highness! In an instant, the girl's whole face was distorted with fear, and she fell to her knees with a thud, kowtowing with a crying voice and begging for mercy, "Your Highness, please spare the little drop!

Zhao Yan watched without saying a word.

He smiled faintly.

There was no trace of warmth in his smile, but there was a little sadness in his tone.

"I'm so disappointed. ”

A guard came up behind her and covered her mouth. Her half-sentence "Your Highness" stuck in her throat, turning into horror in her eyes.

An extra knife protruded from her chest.

The tip of the knife shimmered coldly.

Her beautiful eyes dimmed, and the light faded into silent screams.

Zhao Tong unfolded the fan, blocked the lower half of his face, closed his eyes, and shed tears.

"It's a pity, I like droplets the most on weekdays. Without a droplet, the team carrying the sedan chair would not be complete. What are you doing with an incomplete team?"

He whimpered, slowly opened his eyes, and pointed with a fan at the remaining seven girls carrying sedan chairs.

"Xiaodi is so lonely that I can't bear to think about it. You're going to stay with her, okay?"

In silence and blood splattered, he turned his head to look at the vendor who had fallen to the ground.

The peddler looked up and stared at him viciously.

There were still tears in the corners of Zhao Yan's eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared, and it was terrifyingly cold.

"How can you look at me? You're messing my vision. ”

The guard came over and half-knelt down and covered his eyes.

And the guards had already drawn their knives, and the tip of the knife glistened coldly, and slashed down at the peddler's neck—

The peddler couldn't see anything, and he roared in the darkness: "The Great Song is dying—"

Zhao Yan raised his hand.

The knife stopped an inch from his neck.

"The blood of locusts is too dirty. He said.

So the guard changed the split, and the bracelet was put on the hawker's neck.

Half of the peddler's face was swollen, his eyes widened, as wide as the maiden before, his face was flushed, he could not make a sound when he opened his mouth, he struggled to resist, but gradually lost his strength from suffocation.

Zhao Yan nodded with satisfaction and continued to walk forward.

Zhao Ji looked at the little girl on the side. The little girl was hurt, and when she saw all this, she was so shocked and hurt that she had already wept into tears.

He walked over, crouched down, touched her face, and wiped her tears.

"Don't cry, your brother will be fine. ”

So when the guards were about to strangle the hawker to death, Zhao Ji stepped forward and said to them, "Don't kill him." ”

Zhao Tong stopped.

"Ah, it seems that there are acquaintances here. He smiled, "It's rare, it's too far away! Ah Song, why don't you hurry up and salute?"

The guard stopped his movements and saluted Zhao Ji: "I've seen His Royal Highness King Duan." ”

Zhao Ji said: "Excuse me." ”

There seemed to be nothing to avoid - the guards saw him, but only bowed slightly.

Wang Chuli observed all this from his position, held down his right hand, and quietly loaded the crossbow with arrows.

Zhao Yan looked at him with a smile, looked at him with mixed feelings, looked at him like a prey, looked at him like a water spider, like Wan Yansheng looked at him, a beast in the dark.

He walked over, walked over, walked up to Zhao Ji, lifted his chin with a fan, and squinted at him, as if he had found some rare treasure.

He spoke very softly: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet my lovely brother here." ”

Zhao Ji doesn't like stupid people, such as this peddler's behavior, which is completely a suicide terrorist attack - angry, reckless, not only collided with Zhao Li, but also denied an entire aristocratic class in the confrontation, and even cursed the entire Great Song Dynasty in one sentence, he knows what a fart! If it weren't for his sister's young age and unable to take care of herself, Zhao Ji would definitely let him fend for himself, especially when he had to face Zhao Li.

However, he didn't like Zhao Tong even more.

The most terrible people in the world are not hot-tempered people, nor malevolent people, or even people who hate you – but the unpredictable.

Zhao Tong can be called the spokesperson of this type.

In the eyes of a group of adults led by the Queen Mother, Zhao Tong has always been a well-behaved and intelligent child. Chopsticks will be taught to take, a day can read a few words, ancient poems can be recited once, just remember the royal etiquette to learn a seven, seven, eight, eight, good, physical skills, practice martial arts a little through. Everyone praised him for his civil and military skills, although he is not the crown prince, but he will become a great weapon in the future.

This sentence was said in private, because Zhao Xu, the eldest son of the emperor and later became the current emperor, caught a cold and fever every now and then, and hung himself with medicine every day, and most of the princes below were looking forward to his death - who expected him to live until he ascended the throne, and he read and folded until midnight every day, but he also lived well.

Since there is no change, then it is better to perform their duties separately.

However, Zhao Ji has found since he was a child that his brother Zhao Tong is different.

This difference is not reflected in talent, but in an imperceptible "natural absence".

Zhao Yan doesn't seem to have the feelings of ordinary people.

Although he wears the same clothes, eats the same food, and lives in the same house as them, Zhao Yan seems to be missing one important and basic thing between his gestures, that is, "feelings".