"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth.

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

……”

The song "Funeral Flower Yin", with Xiao Cuixiang's resentful and slightly hoarse voice, sang in a low voice, making the audience silent and silent.

In the faint singing, it seems that people can see a beautiful and slender woman, carrying a flower hoe, digging a handful of soil, and burying it in the red all over the ground, buried in thousands of dark incense, and buried in endless pity.

The woman in the lyrics is like a fragrant and delicate flower, quietly opening, and then being tortured in the wind and rain to the withered branches and leaves, quietly disappearing from the world.

When Zhao Hao sang this song to her for the first time, she was already in tears, crying silently, I just felt that this word was written specifically for her, so I felt empathy when I sang it, as if the woman who buried the flowers was herself.

The nine sword concubines led by Liang Hongyu stimulated the desire and fanaticism in Zhao Ji's bones, and Liang Hongyu's refusal injected a sense of loss into Zhao Ji's heart, making him more and more need to seek the confidence to conquer women.

And Xiao Cuixiang's song "Funeral Flower Yin" made Zhao Ji instantly fall into an emotion of wanting to pity and pamper the singer, and he couldn't wait to gently hold the woman in his arms, gently pat her shoulder, and caress her weak and boneless arm, slowly, softly, loving, and gracious...... Shelter her from the wind and rain for the rest of her life.

This feeling of love and pity, as the song progressed, became more and more intense, spreading like a poisonous weed in his heart, which could not be eliminated.

When Xiao Cuixiang sang the sentence "If you die today, you will be buried, and you don't know when you will be mourned", Zhao Ji only felt that the emotions in his heart were completely irrepressible.

Immediately afterwards, "Nong is burying the flower man laughing idiot, he knows who it is when he buries Nong", Zhao Ji looked at the pretty woman, and finally couldn't help but stand up.

"Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age; Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing! ”

The aftermath was gone, and the audience was drunk, completely caught in a mournful and lingering mood.

Good!

Zhao Ji was the first to applaud and shout, and then the audience burst into applause.

Also, there are countless bounties.

"Wan Gongzi, reward twenty yuan ......"

"Prince Wang, reward fifty yuan ......"

"Zhou Daguan, reward money."

In the end, a shout shocked the audience: "Zhao Daguan, reward a thousand dollars!" ”

After a while, the two maidservants approached and said in a low voice: "Thanks to the love of the big official Zhao, our young lady has asked the big official to move around." ”

……

Red candles, pink gauze tents, acacia wine...... In the pavilion, they are dressed like cave houses.

A touch of winter sunshine shines through the screen window, shining on the exquisite tooth bed, shining on the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and shining on the face of Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Ji slowly stretched his waist and looked at the woman who had already gotten up and was grooming in the mirror, and his heart was indescribably stretched and comfortable.

Xiao Cuixiang has been in the market for a long time, and the grinding skills are needless to say, and the kung fu of reversing yin and yang alone is unmatched by the entire Yanglou Street.

And the most important thing is that after a ginger soup foot bath, foot massage, and a full-body massage last night, Zhao Ji only felt that his blood was unimpeded, his limbs were comfortable, he was full of energy, and his whole body had infinite energy, so he staged a hat trick.

It has been a long time since he has been in such a state of championing the three armies, and he has rarely even scored two goals, after all, he is close to knowing his fate.

But that's it, what makes him feel extremely excited is that if he doesn't say that he scored two goals on weekdays, even if he showed his might once, he would wake up in the morning with sore whole body and weak limbs, as if he had moved bricks for a day. Today, I am refreshed, full of energy, and I don't feel tired at all.

Could this be the miraculous effect of Xiao Cuixiang massaging the acupuncture points for herself? Zhao Ji unconsciously felt a trace of excitement in his heart, and he didn't know that someone had secretly performed life healing techniques for him.

Then his eyes fell on the "Hibiscus Brocade Chicken" hanging on the wall, and Xiao Cuixiang's words last night sounded in his mind.

"Our owner, the most like the calligraphy and painting of the official family, in this building, but where the owner writes, it will be a thin gold book, but where the owner paints, it must be an imitation of the official painting."

Zhao Ji's "Hibiscus Brocade Chicken Picture" is a masterpiece in the famous paintings of the past dynasties, the style is different, the wonderful brushstrokes are numerous, Zhao Ji with his unique artistic talent and exquisite painting skills, the use of pen and color, the two elements of traditional Chinese painting techniques to achieve perfect unity, and with a unique brush tone vividly convey the spiritual characteristics of the depicted object, to achieve a highly mature artistic environment, so that his works are lifelike and passed down through the ages.

And the "Hibiscus Brocade Chicken Picture" hanging on the wall also has the charm of Zhao Ji's original picture of seven or eight points. If it weren't for Zhao Ji himself, or Liang Shicheng, Cai Jing and others who often followed Zhao Ji's side, it would be impossible to distinguish the truth from the fake.

The thin gold book, the hibiscus brocade chicken picture, and the song "Funeral Flower Yin" made Zhao Ji have a strong interest in the legendary Zhao Hao.

Seeing Zhao Ji wake up, Xiao Cuixiang dressed him again and combed his hair, like a little daughter-in-law taking care of Lang Jun, meticulous and considerate, which made Zhao Ji very satisfied.

Compared with Master Li, although Xiao Cuixiang is much inferior, she has a different fun and style.

Finally, Zhao Ji reluctantly left Xiao Cuixiang's pavilion, but left a piece of mutton fat jade pendant as a love object.

Just as he had left a few steps, there was another sound of piano and singing in the pavilion.

"I'm a drifter, and my life is hard,

I have to meet you, and I feel the grace of Jun Pingshui.

Jun love for a while, fireworks for a good day,

Tears are for Junshou, and the wine marks cover the wind and dust.

The lamp is dim, the tent is deep,

Pour shallowly, moan.

A moment of joy, a moment of warmth.

Whoever interprets the piano likes, who pities the people in the song.

The concubine is a frustrated woman, and the king is respected in the world,

The monarch is determined to be in the four seas, and the concubine dares to look at the eternal relatives.

How can thin wine really be drunk, and your heart is not my heart,

The lamp is dim, the tent is deep,

The king forgets his feelings, and the concubine hurts his gods.

A moment of joy, a moment of warmth,

He is in the water, and he buries the soul of incense. ”

As soon as Zhao Ji's footsteps stopped, the mournful and lingering singing and piano sound made him fascinated, and the softest part of his heart was teased again, and he almost turned back.

After a song, Zhao Ji didn't look back after all, but said to the attendant beside him: "Tomorrow, Zhao Hao will enter the palace to see me." ”

Above the attic, looking at the back of Zhao Ji and his entourage leaving, he showed a relieved look, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The first step, becoming a favored vassal, is not far off.

……

Yanwang Mansion.

If you want to talk about King Yan, you have to say Song Shenzong Zhao Xu, I don't know what evil he created in his previous life, he gave birth to a total of fourteen sons, and died eight early, so the sixth son was Song Zhezong Zhao Xu. Eight died early, and two short-lived ones - Song Zhezong Zhao Xu and the thirteenth son Zhao seem to be twenty-three years old, and Song Zhezong's son died before he gave birth to one. A short life is a short life, there is actually a son who is blind - Zhao Ji, who is ranked ninth, and in this way, the emperor is ranked Zhao Ji, the eleventh son of Zhao Ji of Song Shenzong, which can be regarded as god-level shit luck.

Counting up, Zhao Ji's more normal sons are Zhao Ji, the king of Yan Zhao (twelve sons) and the king of Yue Zhao (fourteen sons).

And Zhao Yu, the king of Yan, after being taken captive by the Jin people in history, starved to death on the road with his half-brother Zhao Si, the king of Yue, but he was the real boss behind the scenes of the Zongzheng Society.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoqian, Zhao Yue and others were reporting Zhao Hao's rudeness at the Yanwang Mansion, not listening to Zongzheng's dispatch, and not paying profits.

"How can this be reasonable, the stinky boy is a distant clansman, how dare he be so rude?" Zhao Yu was furious.

Anger is angry, even if he is honored as the King of Yan, Zhao Yu also has no real power in his hands and cannot dispose of Zhao Hao. In fact, Zhao Ji is the strictest defense against Zhao Yu's two half-brothers, after all, the precedent of Taizong Zhao Guangyi's "candle shadow axe" is there.

"The foolish brother also has a good official family, but there is no follow-up." Zhao Xiaoqian sighed helplessly.

"In this way, he took advantage of the night to burn down his green building!" Zhao Yu said viciously.

Zhao Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Huh?" I am afraid that I will burn the people who stay overnight. ”

Zhao Yu sneered: "Everything is on this king, what are you afraid of?" Even if someone dies, it can be all thanks to Zhao Hao, so that he can't turn over! ”

Zhao Xiaoqian's eyes also showed a resolute look, and he said hatefully: "Since King Yan has an order, we will not disgrace our mission!" ”

The dignified King of Jinkang County, who knows the main affairs of the same sect, and is an official from Yipin, was actually disgraced by Zhao Hao, a hairy boy, so how can he not hate?

Now that there is the support of King Yan, coupled with the power of the Zongzheng Society, the moment of revenge is not far away. As for the guests, ladies, and servants who will die in the fire, death is also in vain.

In an instant, Zhao Xiaoqian seemed to have seen Zhao Hao standing in front of the ruins of the "heaven and earth", his face was pale and gray, his expression was extremely embarrassed, and he didn't feel that his heart was full of happiness.

Zhao Yu suddenly remembered something, and smiled at Zhao Xiaoqian: "Don't burn the too famous...... Such as the baby son of the Cai family, the old pranky Zhou Meicheng and others......"

Zhao Xiaoqian looked stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "King Yan Gaojian!" ”

At this moment, a house slave came in a hurry, walked to Zhao Yu's side gently, and whispered something.

Zhao Yu's face changed in an instant, a shocked look appeared in his eyes, and he said in a lost voice: "If you want to burn Zhao Hao's Qinglou, I'm afraid it won't work!" ”

Zhao Xiaoqian was thinking about a revenge plan, and when he heard Zhao Yu's words, he was startled, and asked in a lost voice: "Why?" ”

Zhao Yu lowered his voice and said, "Yesterday, the official family entered its Qinglou...... I didn't return overnight, and I only returned to the palace today, if I burned his green building, the official family would definitely track it down! ”

Zhao Xiaoqian's face changed in an instant...... How did the shaft catch the line of the official family again?.