Chapter 215

"What's so bad about it, Uncle Wang, you want to do something again?" Liu Yiyi sat beside Wang Yang, and specially touched Wang Yang, a righteous gentleman, with her soft and smooth shoulder.

", it's not that I'm trying to do something, it's the guy who has to do it...... Well, our Royal Highness Duan Wang came over and told me that our "Thousand Hands Guanyin" will be performed in the palace in five days. ”

"Didn't you say next year? Why did it suddenly change to now? Liu Yiyi couldn't help but look confused, and her charming and moving eyes were also round.

Wang Yang spread out his hands. "Because the Son of Heaven and his own mother, Concubine Zhu De, will have her fortieth birthday five days later, in short, the dignified Song Dynasty has spoken, can we not agree?"

"Of course I can't help but say yes." Liu Yiyi could only roll her lovely eyes helplessly, raised her white slender hand and rubbed her forehead. "That's it, it looks like the slave family has to hurry up and tell my mother......

Before the words fell, this beautiful girl with a bewitching body rushed out of the door again, and she didn't even close the door, so that the old driver Wang, who was sitting here in a single coat to show off her muscles, let the cold wind choke a big sneeze, damn! A female goblin who doesn't have the slightest sense of morality.

Five days is a lot for others, but for Wang Yang, an excellent art master who pursues artistic perfection, it is too hasty, but there is no way, who makes the birthday of the Son of Heaven be five days later, and she can't let her old man change her birthday to ten days and half a month later, right?

There is no way, so naturally it can only be Wang Da Artist and the dancers of Yihong Mansion cheering and rehearsing. But fortunately, the actors of the previous "Thousand Hands Guanyin" are all there, and the basic dance moves are still impressive.

In addition, everyone remembers the birthday of the Son of Heaven at the beginning of next year, so it will be rehearsed for a period of time, so as not to be too rusty, which finally makes Uncle Wang feel deeply gratified, it seems that the girls and the four big guys who are mixed in the last background board have always remembered their responsibilities.

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Five days later, Wang Yang finally set foot in the political center of the Northern Song Dynasty for the first time, that is, the imperial palace in Bianliang, Tokyo. It's a pity that I don't know what's going on in the past five days, the temperature drops down suddenly, and the snow is falling, which is simply the rhythm of freezing the dog, so that Uncle Wang can only suck his nose and shrink his neck into the palace.

The carriage is full of girls, and a big man can't go to a vote of girls to keep warm, although the girls are willing but they are not willing, well, it is very likely to come out of the ice kiln, and it is like a wolf's den, after experiencing several mass incidents besieged by these female hooligans, a polite gentleman like Wang Yang, who is clean and self-conscious, will not be so dry.

Although I occasionally take the time to look at a few times, more often I still feel that heating in ancient times is really a problem, no wonder there is a saying that Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, which really makes Uncle Wang have to sigh that it is really a new society with heating in the twenty-first century.

And soon, Wang Yang saw Zhao Ji standing in front of him not far away, heading towards him, Wang Yang could only sniff, put on a majestic posture, and kicked the two subordinates around him who were as obscene as chickens in the cold wind. "Give me a goddamn spirit, here is the emperor, take out your spirit,"

The people of the vote suddenly perked up, and all of them hurriedly held their heads high, like a group of proud roosters in the snow.

"Sir, you can count it, hey, in such weather, you are actually dressed so thinly, Liang Dushi ......" Seeing that Wang Daguan, who wanted to be demeanor and not temperature, was wearing a little skinny in order to flaunt his figure, and there was no fur cloak, Zhao Ji hurriedly beckoned to his side.

Liang Dushi could only squeeze out an expression that was more ugly than crying, forcibly held back the sadness in his heart, and handed over his fine mink fur drape.

"Ouch, how can this be done, I'm really embarrassed...... "The demeanor that should have been completely ruined, this special ghost weather almost blew the handsome version of the king into a king popsicle." Naturally, I won't pretend to be polite anymore, I'm actually very warm, I'm embarrassed in my mouth, it's just polite, but my hands and feet are extraordinarily quick and I dragged the fur fur in Liang Ducheng's hand and put it on myself.

Seemingly feeling a little embarrassed, Wang Yang thought about it and opened his arms. "Why don't we put it on together?" Well, if you dare to promise uncle, I will definitely tell Zhao Ji that you must be a piece of dead glass, and you may be peeking at the chrysanthemums of the little prince of Dese all the time.

Liang Ducheng looked at Wang Yang's embrace in a daze, as well as the evil and hideous smile, and subconsciously shivered and shook his head again and again. "Thank you, sir, that old Liang is not cold, not cold at all...... "I, you guys, squeeze together with you, you are embarrassed, our family is embarrassed."

"Then let's go quickly, sir, let's go to the concubine Niangniang and settle down, and then I will take you to meet the official's house." Zhao Ji didn't pay attention to the bitter look of his loyal eunuch at all, and pulled Wang Yang and walked inside.

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"Caomin Wang Yang, I have seen Your Majesty......" Wang Yang strode into the hall with Zhao Ji, and when he saw Zhao Xu, he sat in the hall with a smile, beckoning to himself, and was about to go over, but he saw that Zhao Ji beside him had already given a deep salute, so he had to learn from him.

"Sir, don't be polite, I'm already waiting for Mr. to be anxious, haha......" Zhao Xu walked over and helped Wang Yang, who was saluting, looking at Wang Yang, who was more than half a head taller than himself, although he was strong, but he did not lose his literati demeanor, he was very happy in his heart.

"Sir, come and see, what is this?" Zhao Xu took Wang Yang's hand very cordially and walked in, and then pointed over there and asked Wang Yang.

“…… Iron stove? Wang Yang couldn't help but be stunned, oh my god, in the dignified Great Song Palace, in the study of the current Great Song Emperor, there is such a thing, this is a bit of a discord, right? What about the antique that is said to be good?

No, next time we must redesign a more beautiful iron stove, at least to match the classical artistic atmosphere of the feudal society of the Great Song Dynasty.

"This is Eleven Lang saw that my study is very cold in winter, and it is easy to cause dust when burning that bamboo charcoal, so I donated this thing, but I didn't want this thing, but it was also from Mr.'s handwriting......"

Wang Yang snorted and sat on the embroidery pier taken by the little eunuch, well, this iron stove is worthy of being a high-quality product, although the space is quite large, but such an iron stove squats here, and the surrounding air looks so warm.

It's no longer like roasted bamboo charcoal, it's warm like spring in front of you, and it's cold behind your buttocks, just like a resentful female ghost squatting behind her ass and blowing hard.

Zhao Xu and Zhao Ji are worthy of being a half-family, although he is older than Zhao Ji, but he is also similar to Zhao Ji, and he is also very sad, but the degree of Se is not as powerful as Zhao Ji.

However, between the words, he talked about the minister's performance that day, and he wanted to cut his mother's cover, honor guard, and crown. And he was looking at the ministers above the court, and at the same time writing a story of the guilty edict.

Although Zhao Ji's kid has a neat mouth, he is not a party after all, and he can't understand and experience the pain, entanglement, anger, and even joy in the heart of the party.

And Zhao Xu, as the person concerned, as he narrates, can't change vividly, sometimes helpless, sometimes hideous, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, live out of an excellent tragic performance artist, others are performing, and this thing is completely interpreting the tragedy of pain with life.