Hu Tianming: "Could it be that he guessed the emperor's mind wrongly?

Nanjin hugged his fists: "The minister is born as a person of the Great Song Dynasty, and death is a ghost of the Great Song Dynasty, everything the emperor said will not work at all in the minister." ”

Hu Tianming was taken aback, and opened his mouth to stammer: "Loyal and brave waiting for you、、、 you are bold, you dare to openly contradict the emperor, you 、、、"

Nanjin was fearless: "The emperor also has to be reasonable, what the minister said is the truth, and he has no intention of contradicting the emperor." ”

Zhao Gou waved his hand, Hu Tianming took a step back, he guessed wrong? Nanjin regards the majesty of the royal family as nothing, will the emperor spare him?

"Look, I only put forward one hypothesis, you are a dignified and brave waiter, and you are not ashamed to even move out of a set of women's houses to seek death and life."

Nanjin knelt down and said firmly: "The same reason, if a daughter does not marry a second husband, the minister will be a fool of the liver, and he will not betray the emperor and the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Zhao Gou: "Get up!" How can you be so dull at such a young age? ”

Hu Tianming: "Well, he guessed wrong again! The emperor took it lightly again.

Nanjin: "Emperor Xie!" The minister has experienced family changes since he was a child, and when he saw his relatives die in front of him, he couldn't even collect the corpses for them, and the minister regretted it in his heart! ”

"I just want to go into battle to kill the enemy, avenge the Great Song Dynasty for my family, and drive those fierce and cruel Jin people back to my hometown, and I can no longer bully the Great Song Dynasty."

Oh, it is rare to see a trace of sorrow in the eyes of Brother Jiu. No matter how many mistakes my father makes, it is our father after all.

Hu Tianming held his breath and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. It's crazy to go south, which pot can't be opened, but it hits the emperor's death hole!

When he learned that the golden man who killed the heavens lit the sky lanterns on the two emperors and died of pain, the emperor drove everyone away and locked himself in the room for a day and a night!

As the closest person to the emperor, he hardly slept that day and night.

In the darkness of the night, there was a deep whimper in the room, sad and desolate, sad for those who heard it, and weeping for those who heard it.

The world is ignorant, and there is a misrepresentation that the death of the two first emperors is in line with the emperor's wishes, so that no one else can threaten the emperor's throne!

But the two first emperors, one is the emperor's father and the other is the emperor's brother, they died, and the emperor was a son of man and a disciple, so it's strange that he can be happy!

The encounter with the southward march is similar to that of the emperor, how can it be calm!

Zhao Gou flashed his head for a moment, and quickly recovered, "Sit down and drink tea with me, the scenery here is good!" ”

"Yes!" Nanjin sat first on the left as ordered.

A set of huanghuali relief moire furniture in the hall, the paintings on the wall, the surrounding ornaments are all related to peony flowers, especially a pot of purple jade jasper carved peony bonsai on the high-waisted small table in the northeast corner, the precious image, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

After calming down and taking half a sip of tea, Zhao Gou looked at the peonies in the garden outside the hall, and said: "The Nan family started with poetry and books, and the poetry and books are heirlooms. ”

Nanjin faintly had a bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, Zhao Gou followed with a sentence: "Let's write a poem about the peony in the garden!" ”

What is Brother Jiu's move for?

Nanjin got up: "Back to the emperor, I have practiced martial arts for many years, and the minister's poems and books have been left behind." The emperor asked his ministers to write a poem, isn't it difficult for a strong man! ”

Hu Tianming resisted the urge to interject, why did the emperor's majesty seem particularly twists and turns when he went south here? With the emperor's usual attitude, Nanjin has already been reprimanded!

Forget it, the emperor doesn't care, what does he do as a eunuch.

Zhao Gou: "I haven't eaten for a day, and I forgot how to eat the next day's meal?" ”

Nanjin's face was bitter: "Your Majesty, if you don't eat, you will die, and if you don't read poetry and books, you can still live, you can't talk about the two from the same thing!" ”

Zhao Gou: "You try!" ”

Hu Tianming was happy, and the emperor finally hardened up. If you can't write a poem in the south, you'll be hungry for a day tomorrow!

Nanjin stiffened: "Your Majesty, if the minister's actions are not good, you can always be considerate!" And that time, I should give it more! ”

Zhao Gou looked at Hu Tianming: "Light incense, take the time limit of one stick of incense, and clean up the wind viewing platform in front." ”

After Hu Tianming said yes, he took a deep look at the surprised southward head! Oh, it's stumped!

Nanjin: "Your Majesty, please give me some more time!" ”

Zhao Gou made a straight face: "You have no jokes!" ”

You don't joke, so what are you doing tricking him?

"The minister went out to find inspiration! Retire! ”

Zhao Gouguaner, this person is bold and careful, strategic, and loyal, let's see how his writing is today?

Among the peonies, the fragrance is fragrant and the flowers are like clouds.

Such a beautiful scene, since the fall of Bianjing, there is no fate to see.

Daxing Mansion is located at the northern end, the climate is slightly cold and dry, and it is not suitable for peony. Even if it exists, it is only a few plants in the garden, and it costs a lot of financial resources and manpower to maintain it every year, but it is difficult to achieve.

After Yan Xuzong ascended the throne, a hundred flowers bloomed in the imperial garden, and when he saw that the peony was dying, he let people pull it out, and there was no peony in the Jinguo Palace.

The spirit of the earth is brilliant, and the spirit is beautiful.

After all, it is difficult to last long.

Before the spring of a jade building, the south station is stationed, the flowers are like jade and snow, in the shape of a building, the petals are stacked and raised, and the roots are purple.

It's really better than flowers, a group of palace ladies passed by, and their eyes were stupid when they looked at the south.

After they left, they couldn't help whispering, except for the emperor, there is no foreign man in the palace, who is he? Good looking!

It's a pity that this person is majestic, and his identity must be extraordinary, and they can only look up.

Hu Tianming shook his head secretly, the emperor became a silver-like pewter spearhead, and it was useless for the woman in the palace to stretch out her neck.

A proud peacock came from a flock of females, how fresh and precious, and they all longed for their eyes to grow on the peacock.

A small chamberlain trotted over, and the whispering Gong'e dispersed in a hurry and disappeared without a trace.

"Loyal and brave, two-thirds of a stick of incense is burned, you have to hurry!"

Nanjin sent a big smile, "Thank you Manager Hu for reminding me!" ”

Hu Tianming: "Who reminded me? He's reading jokes, and he's making himself amorous!

Nanjin Station is in front of a wenge relief moire strip case, with a serious expression, holding a purple bamboo painted lake pen, splashing ink.

Zhao Gou came quietly, in this situation, how can there be a trace of the weakness of the literati.

The words are strong and powerful, and the golden iron horse is done in one go.

The temperament is high and the sky is high, and the national color and natural fragrance attract people's jealousy. - The national color is unique

"A good sentence would rather be broken than broken, a good song with unparalleled national colors, well written!"

Nanjin put down his pen and bowed: "The emperor has won the award, the minister is racking his brains, and the emperor will not be embarrassed in the future!" ”

Zhao Gou waved his hand: "If you are embarrassed once, you can write a good poem, I am very willing." ”

Nanjin: "The emperor is embarrassed by another method!" The minister is really running out of oil and the lamp is dry! ”

Hu Tianming: "If the emperor wants to squeeze oil, he can always come out, after all, the age of the southward march is there!"

The palace of the Jin Kingdom has transplanted peonies, but the remote location and the unfamiliarity of the craftsmen have made it difficult to improve.

Nanjin borrowed things to metaphorize the scenery and people, and the two were perfectly combined, and he expressed his own heart.

"The book of poetry in the future cannot be left behind! Reviewing one article a day, or learning a new one, I always find time to check it. ”

Hu Tianming wiped his sweat, the emperor treated Nanjin as a child - he was interested!

Nanjin's face wrinkled into a bun: "Your Majesty, the minister is about to go to the front line, the war is frequent, and his brain must be very busy, you also assign extra homework to the minister, is this okay?" ”

Zhao Gou: "In private, I call my uncle, and the homework assigned must be completed." ”