Lu Pan was on a horse, and a pile of prey was dragged behind the horse.

Suddenly, the handsome men in the audience were disgraced.

What is the champion of the world, the fish leaping over the dragon gate, and the poor man Yang Mingyuan.

What is the young phoenix Qingsheng, the Yan of the Zhilan Yushu scholarly door.

What Zhong Ming Ding Shi, the powerful official Dagui, and the children of the Wuling Ying Shao family.

That's what and what.

And this Bibi right away, what do people don't have?

It's what people have, but you don't.

This is the voice of the ladies in the audience.

obviously said that he had forgotten him, but as soon as he appeared, he still wanted to see him, said something that was not shy, and wanted to take a more look.

The land shore of the famous grass has a lord to dismount.

The princes gathered around and greeted each other with a smile, "Prince Yu." ”

Lu Pan held the horsewhip and nodded with a light smile, "Hmm, how about it, today's harvest." ”

The four princes from Concubine Jing directly called Brother Lu Pan, "Brother Minrui, come with me tomorrow, I really can't do this." ”

The fourth prince is not afraid of what others say.

In the words of his mother's concubine: What is his body, it is too much to be suspicious when he is like this.

Lu Pan said yes here, and the emperor squinted and saw Lu Pan coming back.

Ask the old lady sitting next to her:

"By the way, hasn't Minrui's date been set yet?"

The old lady was signaling to the two concubines brought out by the emperor this time, so that they didn't need to talk to her, and finally left the palace and went to relax and relax.

Hearing this, he also glanced at his grandson in the distance, and looked at her grandson's bored expression, Your Majesty, you should have this kind of eyesight, you should know that it has not been decided.

"Your Majesty, I was just about to talk to you, see if you can come forward to make the Song prefect ......"

Before the old lady finished speaking, the emperor showed a sincere and respectful smile for the elders, and interrupted:

"Aunt Huang, you are a little embarrassed.

Song Aiqing is very busy.

He was dedicated to the court.

Just a big time ago, I also received a report from Huanglong, if you don't believe it, the imperial aunt can ask the prime minister ......"

The emperor came out this time, and the prime minister was in prison.

The old lady said: Hey, what else do you ask?

But the old lady also told the emperor that after the New Year and the palace banquet, their Lu family was about to leave.

The Song prefect is busy, but he also responds, and will arrive in Fengtian on the same day as them, and the nephew of the Song prefect will marry and marry in Fengtian.

I have to insert a sentence here, official holidays, including this kind of "nephew marriage leave", it can be seen that a surname, a nephew, in ancient times, this is a very thick kinship.

It just so happened that they all returned to Fengtian, and the Lu family and the Song family planned to meet and talk.

The old lady took the opportunity to ask Prime Minister Lu Cheng for leave from the emperor.

Ah, if you don't help lobby your Aiqing, can't you give a leave?

The emperor pondered for a while before responding.

I kind of regret bringing up this topic.

mentioned the Song prefect's mansion, and the emperor signaled Li Decai to bring him pen and ink.

Just outside the open-air tent, the emperor suddenly came to Yaxing and wrote a letter to his Aiqing Song Fusheng.

The letter said that the animals here, even the rabbits, are different from those in the north of Huanglong and Fengtian.

Haodun popularized knowledge points for Song Fusheng and talked about the difference.

You don't know, Song Aiqing?

You know more than you know.

The emperor wrote in the letter that the last time he ate such rabbit meat was many, many years ago.

When he wrote this, the emperor remembered that his mother was still favored at that time, and he accompanied him, and it happened that he was born, when he was very young, and he ate barbecue here.

His birthday.

The emperor gave the letter to the great eunuch, and also ordered a piece of each of the meat he had hunted to be cut off and sent to Huanglong.

Let Song Aiqing taste it, huh? He must not have eaten it.

When the old lady heard this, she lowered her head and smiled as she drank tea.

And the emperor is interested, he has to let Song Fusheng eat these pieces of meat, you know how many horses you have to change along the way, how much effort it takes, hurry up the horse, and hurry up in the starry night.

I also have to worry about the meat being spoiled, and the people below and the city officials who pass by all the way have to cooperate for these pieces of meat.

It was so swaggering, and it didn't take long to send it to the Song prefect.

The Song Governor's Mansion was in the land at that time.

He didn't even sit at work.

He was in the country, standing in a field of hope.

A piece of wheat on this side, a piece of sorghum on that side, ten miles of lotus ponds, and ten miles of fruit.

When he heard that the emperor gave him a few pieces of meat, Song Fusheng: "......"

Tang monk meat wow, it takes so much effort.

When Song Fusheng read the emperor's letter, he read it a few more times, and he didn't understand what it meant.

And kept complaining in my heart:

The emperor can even make the whole scene better than him.

It seems that there are still too few twists and turns, otherwise how can there be leisure and elegance to write about the sky, the earth, and the animals there is really interesting.

Is it really just to talk to him?

It always felt like something was wrong.

Ah, Song Fusheng understood when he read the letter for the fourth time that the emperor was about to celebrate his birthday and was asking him for a gift.

But Song Fusheng was worried.

Didn't you ship all the souvenirs? The money has been given to you, what more do you want?

No.

There really isn't any.

For three days in a row, Song Fusheng and his wife and daughter were grinding and chirping, not to mention that the emperor was asking him for a gift on his birthday, and he really didn't know what to give.

These pieces of broken meat are eaten, and this one is on fire.

Song Fuling couldn't hold back her laughter when she saw her father like that, and joked, or you will also send the emperor a couplet, and Ji Xiaolan will send the couplet to the emperor for his birthday, which makes the emperor happy. Noshi said that he was happier than all the gifts.

"What is written? Hurry up, you write it, and I'll change it. ”

Song Fuling was forcibly stuffed with a brush in her hand by her father: "Huh? Dad, are you sure? ”

I'm not sure, what doesn't cost money, what's not to be sure.

Qian Peiying fought again before finally sending it out: "Old Song, do you really not add anything else?" The emperor has given meat, and many officials know about it. ”

"What, two bottles of chili sauce?"

No more, just two bottles.

Angry Qian Peiying, "That's still it, it's better not to give it." ”

Back and forth, many days passed.

When the emperor returned to the palace, on his birthday, he unfolded Song Aiqing's gift, thinking it was a painting, but it turned out to be a couplet, and sure enough, the dragon's heart was happy.

Shanglian praised the emperor for his vast territory, which has never been seen since ancient times.

After the emperor celebrates this birthday, there are still 9,955 years, this is the Long Live Lord, catering to the emperor, the ruler, who hopes that he will live forever.

"A few of you have seen Song Aiqing, but I haven't seen it yet." On that day, the emperor also said such a sentence.

The ministers who came to congratulate him on his birthday below thought to themselves: The Song Governor's Mansion is simply a sacred heart.

The most envious thing is that this person hasn't come yet, and he has already won it before he comes.

……

Song Fusheng called Rafi's father, "It's a little cold in the house, and then burn it." ”

Rafi's father knew that the old man felt cold, not that it was cold in the house, but that he felt cold in his heart.

Just a few days ago, many people left the family and returned to Fengtian.

Madame, Miss, Old Lady.

The old man has something to do, and he will have to wait a few days before he can set off.

Good morning babies. The National Day has begun, and today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I ate it last night. In fact, I like to eat moon cakes that are left for a longer time, let them dry and hard, and then put them in a pot to heat them up, and the Northeast dialect is to take a look. My mom once asked, "Slimy, how could this kid want to eat like this." I said that when I was a child, I went to play at other children's houses, and that's how she ate. The child's mother asked me, "Do you want to eat it?" I shook my head stiffly, but I actually wanted to eat it, child, greedy. That mom didn't give it. I also heard her say to her daughter, "Don't invite them to play at home when you eat later." "Later, when I saw mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, I could think of this stubble. After hearing this, my mother commented: Why are the girls of Wang Laosan's family so picky, even if I gave my daughter a small bite, my daughter will fall into a heart disease, hahaha.

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