"The villain has seen Emperor Roufu!"

"Wang Xianggong, you are no longer a villain, but an important minister of my Great Song Dynasty."

Zhao Duofu said softly, a white face facing the sky, the skin exposed on his arms was crystal clear, and the slender gold pendant hanging on his slender neck added a bit of nobility out of thin air.

I haven't seen Wang Song for a few days, and she is already tossing and turning, haggard to the point. In order to see Wang Song, she did not hesitate to show up, not afraid of gossip, and invited Wang Song to come to Genyue to drink and write poems, which can be described as painstaking.

Fortunately, Gen Yue is outside the palace, and you can enter and exit along the Jinshui River. Spring and summer are coming, and the girl's heart is beginning to become hot.

Hearing that Wang Song was going to come at the appointment, she hurriedly dressed up carefully, but she dressed up and dressed up, and in the end it was the simplest set of clothes, no fat powder, and natural carving.

She is helpless, she is such a character, lazy and indifferent.

When she saw the hint of appreciation on Wang Song's face, she couldn't help but blush, and her heart became happy.

Wang Song couldn't help but take a few more looks, he liked such a natural girl. Such a beautiful girl, noble and white as jade, in the somewhat hot air of early summer, made him a little ashamed of himself, but also a little thoughtful.

Think about his later life, congenital deficiencies, cynical, and how many women really liked him, in the turbid world, everyone went with the flow, involuntarily, in reality and helplessness, which woman did he like?

Even the girls who chased them in those years, rolling in reality, stabbing with knives and guns, and scarred, who can maintain the innocence of the year! In the end, it's not the years that have passed, and there is dust between the eyebrows.

Now, full of vitality and bitterness, all the bodies and confidence that have been lost have run back together.

"Nervous...... The summer breeze is now again, and the world has changed!"

It was all so unreal that it often felt like a dream to him. is like Zhao Duofu in front of him, a fairy-like royal nobleman, but he fell in love with him as a grassroots who was once embarrassed and had no light!

Is it the serfs who turn over and sing?

No, the joy at this moment should be: The past was not filthy enough to boast, today the debauchery is endless, the spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

In early summer, the weather is already a little hot and dry, but in this Gen Yue, the temperature is suitable, and the pavilions, strange stones and flowers that have not yet been demolished make this garden a place to play.

Wang Song is also in this short period of joy, joy, wandering in it, sunshine and girls, wine and grand scenes, the most nostalgic moment in life, I am afraid that nothing more than this.

In a pavilion in the distance, the music of the silk and bamboo orchestra came, faintly mixed with songs and laughter, and some people wrote poems aloud, causing bursts of noise and cheers. Wang Song's sweet dream was interrupted, he couldn't help frowning, and he also returned to reality from heaven.

Since the Jin people coveted Tokyo City and retreated, the waste pond arbor was also a little angry. It's just that it is accompanied by Wen Tian's martial arts, drunken dreams and death, drunken gold fans, and the tranquility of oblique light among flowers.

I don't know when the autumn is high and cool, the trees are falling, the grass is withered and the horses are fat, and the Jin army is riding on iron, these people are still not so comfortable and complacent?

Those ruined walls, barren fields, unpaid wreckage, the land of two rivers, the people who are in dire straits and waiting to be fed, what kind of torment they are suffering at this moment.

"Wang Xianggong, if it weren't for my special identity and inconvenience to go out of the city, let's go to Jinming Pond and enjoy this "Jinchi Night Rain", and it would not be in vain for you to come to Tokyo City. ”

Noticing that Wang Song's brows were slightly furrowed, Zhao Duofu hurriedly whispered: "Among Genyue, it is inevitable that there will be many people who will disturb Wang Xianggong's Yaxing, and I hope Xianggong will forgive me!"

"Emperor Roufu is too humble!"

Wang Song shook his head and said: "The Jin people have just retreated, and these nobles are already dancing and singing, singing and laughing. Emperor Ji may not know that Jin Mingchi has been damaged by the Jin people. If Emperor Ji wants to see the beautiful scenery of Jinmingchi again, I'm afraid it will not be easy!"

Historically, during the Jingkang period, as Tokyo was captured by the Jin people, the Jinming Pond was also "destroyed by the Jin soldiers", and the buildings in the pool were completely destroyed. After the death of the Northern Song Dynasty, the pond was no longer operated, and the Jin Dynasty often lost its water source due to the "Bianshui Cut-off", which gradually dried up, and the sediment of the Yellow River was silted up many times in the Jin and Yuan dynasties. In the late Ming Dynasty, the pond had been silted up, and it was difficult to find it.

Today, although the city of Tokyo has not been breached, Jinmyeongchi has still been greatly damaged. "Weeping poplars dipped in water, tobacco paved embankments", burned beyond recognition by the Jin people, and there are only a few lotus flowers in the water.

"Wang Xianggong, seeing that you are worried, are you still worried about state affairs?"

Zhao Duofu is sentimental and sensitive to his sweetheart's every move.

"Princess, the minister came all the way from Hedong last year, and the people were killed by Fanzi, frozen to death, starved to death, corpses were everywhere, no one collected the corpses, and they all became a delicacy for wild dogs and vultures. The people are displaced, hungry and cold, a piece of baked bread can be exchanged for a woman's chastity, and a mouthful of food can cause several people to fight and fight. ”

Wang Song's face was solemn, and his eyebrows were full of melancholy.

"In comparison, the city of Tokyo is already a paradise."

Zhao Duofu's face turned red, and he was secretly unhappy in his heart, how could this Wang Song say such a thing.

She raised her head, but found that Wang Song was unhappy, quite sad, and couldn't help but be a little moved.

This Wang Song is really a person of affection and sex.

"Wang Xianggong, there are warriors like you in the Great Song Dynasty, and fans can't be so arrogant in the future. The people's lives will gradually get better."

Zhao Duofu's consolation made Wang Song slightly disappointed. These royal nobles really don't eat the fireworks of the world, and they are too indifferent to the people at the bottom.

"Wang Xianggong, please sit down!"

Zhao Duofu said softly, and led Wang Song into the table in the pavilion and sat down.

Although he had some opinions about Zhao Duofu in his heart, the woman's smile and natural sincerity made him lose again soon.

"How are you doing?"

After a while, the two of them came out with this sentence in unison.

Both of them laughed, and both became relieved and relaxed.

"Wang Xianggong, what have you been busy with these days?"

Zhao Duofu asked knowingly, but Wang Song had to answer seriously.

"Back to the princess, except for the daily training, there is nothing big about the lower officials. It's a pleasure to drink tea and drink with my brothers on weekdays!"

"Donating your life to the country, blood stained the battlefield, you and your brothers are great heroes, I salute you and these warriors who are loyal to the country!"

"Xiaguan and brothers, thank you princess!"

The first glass of wine was spilled on the ground, and the second was drunk by two people.

"What does the princess do when she stays in the palace all day?"

is like a man and a woman in their first love, and the dialogues between the two are so insincere, light and tasteless.

"What else can you do, it's not that you don't think about tea and dinner, you think about Wang Xianggong all day long!"

The maid tassel next to her interjected.

Two red clouds flew up on Zhao Duofu's face, and he glared fiercely at the servant girl standing next to him.

The servant girl stuck out her tongue, her eyes turned upward, and she stood straight and motionless.

Although the maid is tall and thin, her face is immature, gentle and beautiful, she is not very old, and she will be a beauty in the future.

"The princess should not always stay in the palace, she should go out for a walk, enjoy the beauty of this summer more, and people will become much happier!"

Wang Song added another sentence in a decent manner.

"If I go to your army or the Privy Council, it won't interfere with you, will it?"

Zhao Duofu said softly, but his eyes were on Wang Song.

"There are a lot of people in the army, and they are all a bunch of rude men. The princess went, I'm afraid I'm going to feel unwell!"

Wang Song nodded and said, "If the princess wants to go to the Privy Council, inform the lower officials as soon as possible, and the lower officials will definitely sweep away and greet them."

"Thank you, Prime Minister Wang!"

Zhao Duofu nodded, and suddenly said softly: "Are Wang Xianggong and the little lady of Alum Tower very familiar?"

Wang Song was stunned and remembered the meeting in Taixue.

This flower wants to be a strange woman. Not to mention qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the key is that this woman is quite bloody, and Wang Song also admires her and gives three points of courtesy.

After Taixue's meeting, several people had dinner together and traveled a few times, and the two of them were very happy, but there was no private relationship between men and women.

"The little lady is impassioned, beautiful and artistic, and she is a strange woman. Xia Guan admired her a lot, and she could be regarded as a bit of a confidant. How, Emperor Ji also knows about this strange woman?"

Zhao Duofu's heart was sour, but he said lightly: "I also heard people talk about it, saying that this little lady wants to get rid of her music status, and someone in Kaifeng Mansion makes it bad, and in the end, it was Wang Xianggong's appearance that made her wish come true?"

Hua Xiangrong is a registered official prostitute. She wanted to get out of her nationality, but the officials of Kaifeng Mansion obstructed her in every way, and Hua Xiangrong found Wang Song in desperation.

"It's true!"

Wang Song nodded and said: "It is unbelievable that the officials of the dignified Kaifeng Mansion would behave so dirtily towards an official prostitute, while the hundred officials took it for granted. From the following point of view, the sluggishness of my Song Dynasty is not unrelated to the wind of this green building. ”

Zhao Duofu saw that his expression was calm, his eyes were firm, and his heart was wide. Thinking about it, he and the woman surnamed Hua didn't have any emotional entanglements.

"Tassel, tassel, what's wrong with you?"

The maidservant tassel next to Zhao Duofu looked at Wang Song intently, her face full of admiration. Zhao Duofu's few soft shouts woke her up from her confusion.

Zhao Duofu knocked on the door of the tassel's head and said softly, "Why don't you go and pour tea?"

Tassel blushed and hurriedly walked away. Wang Song nodded secretly in his heart. This Zhao Duofu has a soft temperament and no arrogance, which makes him inexplicably a little closer to his heart.

"Wang Xianggong, has the letter been sent home?"

Zhao Duofu said in a low voice: "If there is any difficulty, please don't hide it, I will definitely do my best."

"The princess summoned the officials here, is there anything important?"

Wang Song Zhengse bowed. This is a forbidden place in the palace, and he doesn't want others to gossip.

"You man!"

Zhao Duofu shook his head lightly and said, "Could it be that you can't come to see me if there is nothing?"

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to say for a while.