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Wang Kaiyun said very explicitly, and Emperor Guangxu couldn't help but thump in his heart, "Master Wang is thinking too deeply," said this, pondered for a while, and couldn't help but nod again, "Now that the new army is in the center, this is a good thing." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"The emperor is about to be in charge of the government," Wang Kaiyun said slowly, he looked into the eyes of Emperor Guangxu, "Whether it is military, political affairs, or the general trend of the world, it is necessary to understand." ā€

Emperor Guangxu shook his head and immediately said, "I am still young, my talent is insufficient, and I have no experience, so I still have to ask my father to hang the curtain." ā€

Wang Kaiyun smiled slightly, his eyelids drooped, "The son of heaven in this dynasty has always been pro-government after the big wedding, this is a natural principle, the ancestor, the holy ancestor, and the Yingzong are all on this principle, and the emperor is naturally not surprised." ā€

The eunuch who was waiting beside Emperor Guangxu with his hands down, heard Wang Kaiyun's words, slowly rolled his eyes, glanced at the emperor, and Emperor Guangxu shook his head, "There is no need to say anything about this, I still have to ask my father's will to do things." ā€

Acacia flowers.

At the end of the alley, there is a small portal, the structure of the portal is different from that of China, I heard some scholars who are familiar with the past and the present say, this is the eaves of the Tang and Song dynasties, the ancient style still exists, there are two long lanterns hanging at the door, there are Japanese characters written on them, many people do not recognize, the door is not like other restaurants, someone is waiting for visitors, just empty, open the door and walk into this room, the red and white camellia is mixed with both sides of the road, a cobblestone path slowly extends to the distance, there are bluestone pillars on both sides, Standing straight in the air, after the Yongdao, inside is a small courtyard, although the courtyard is small, but it is very exquisite, the layout of the courtyard is a flower, a leaf, a stone and a water, are quite Zen, the Japanese are familiar with metaphysics, the world is integrated into the courtyard scenery, the view is like being in the universe, brushed with lacquered wooden road, leading to the living place hung with the wind curtain, the spring water on the rockery gurgles out, the dwarf pine in the breeze stands still, not far away I don't know which singer is chanting haiku in a low voice, The casual waving of the shamisen and the babbling of the shamisen only add to the tranquility of this place, which is always noisy in other places, but here it is extremely quiet.

The kimono wearing white socks lowered her head, holding a bowl covered with a lid, and moved to a room in small steps, the wooden sliding door covered with white satin was opened from the inside, the maid walked into the room with her head down, knelt on the ground, offered the bowl on the tray above her head, and respectfully placed it on the small table on the ground, a pair of white and jade hands opened the bowl, and a burst of heat rose, turning the quiet room here into a fairyland, "Zhang Sang, the burrow is not respectful, this is miso soup, Although it is the most common food in Japan, it should be the most comfortable to drink a bowl of hot miso soup in such a bitter weather. ā€

Her tone is gentle, her voice is soft, and there is a little pleading semantics, it is impossible to find a little mistake, the only mistake is just a little bit of blunt tone, not a very standard Beijing official dialect, the man called Zhang Sang, shook his head, the original angry look, under the gentle words of this woman, most of it was eliminated, he turned his head, helplessly looked at the woman next to him who said please taste the miso soup, her hair is very dark, there is no pearl on the bun, Just pressed a wooden comb obliquely, the hair was dark, and the skin set off was even more white and greasy than snow, especially with his head down, the slightly curved back of his neck was exposed, like a swan's neck, showing a perfect arc, the cloud temples were slightly messy, and the white skin was better than snow, it was simply perfect, Rao is this Zhang Sangnai is a person in the party, Qinlou Chu Pavilion has countless experiences, and when he saw Rusi Beauty, he couldn't help but soften his heart, "Miss Meizi, what are you doing here?" I didn't mean to blame, the cold words just now were just whining, and they were definitely not my intention, and this place is very comfortable. ā€

The geisha, who was called Miko, slowly raised her head with a surprised and happy expression on her face, "Really? Her apricot eyes were very bright, but they were very gentle as water, her mouth was slightly open, and she showed a surprised expression, but not so pleasantly surprised that she was exaggerated, and her soft wattle was lightly covered on her chin, "Zhang Sang, really don't blame Meizi?" ā€

Zhang Sang shook his head, "No." ā€

"Then Meizi will be satisfied," Meizi Fu leaned down again, and the whole person fell on the floor, saluting and thanking, "Zhang Sang is the most famous person in China, and he can make Zhang Sang feel comfortable here, and everyone has to thank Zhang Sang, and Meizi is even more grateful for allowing Meizi to serve Zhang Sang." ā€

Zhang Sang shook his head, Meizi's beauty is rare even in Beijing, not to mention that the Oriental woman is more gentle and considerate, far from being comparable to people in other places, but he is still a little dissatisfied and a little regretful, "It's just that Wushan is not a cloud, I have come to see me several times, but, Miko, Miss Yanagi, still don't want to see me today?" ā€

Miko, who was wearing a lilac kimono, got up and knelt down again, "Zhang Sang, I'm very sorry, I can't make decisions about this matter, in our place, Zhang Sang can do anything," her Bei Ya bit her lower lip slightly, and looked at Zhang Sang apologetically, "Including taking away Miko's body, but, this matter, please forgive Meizi for not being able to help Zhang Sang." ā€

Zhang Sang shook his head and sighed regretfully, "Miko, you're joking, how could I do such a rude thing," he looked at the steaming miso soup in front of him, Miko quickly offered the silver spoon to Zhang Sang, he took the spoon, took a sip, and then put the spoon down, "It tastes good, thank you." ā€

Miko calmly and quickly put on the towel and asked Zhang Sang to wipe his hands, the Chinese man in the robe shook his head, originally cross-legged on the straw mat, but now stood up, "Today's pastime is enough, I take my leave." ā€

Miko hurriedly stood up and bowed, "Hai, Zhang San's departure so quickly will make people outside think that Miko is not well treated, in this case, Miko is very sad." ā€

"It's okay, your hospitality is already very rich," Zhang Sang shook his head, obviously he is also a resolute-willed person, and he will not continue to waste time here because of Miko's invitation, "I still have official business in my department, so I won't accompany him." ā€

Suddenly, behind the wooden partition, two bright lanterns suddenly appeared, and through the sliding door made of rice paper, a dim light appeared, and a figure sitting on the ground appeared between the lanterns. (To be continued.) )