Lu Wende was born as a woodcutter and made a fortune by military exploits, the Lu family has just stepped into the threshold of a big family, and the background is a little thin, and he does not know much about the behavior of the century-old family, so he naturally feels foggy about the actions of the Zhang family.

What kind of medicine is sold in Zhang's gourd, Zhang Shu didn't say, Lu Shikui couldn't guess it, but he wouldn't ask. Chinese Net

However, Lu Shikui knew in his heart that no matter whether he agreed or not, the Zhang family would definitely push Tang Anan to the throne of Oiran, after all, they were the real "organizers".

If it weren't for the relationship between Zhang Lu and the two families who used each other, Zhang Shu wouldn't have had to greet him at all.

Lu Shikui could only nod and get up silently, "I'll go see Ran'er."

Walking into the "dressing room" assigned to the Splendid Building, Yan Ran'er was sticking a flower on her forehead, and when she saw him coming, she smiled.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to come."

Lu Shikui's eyes were full of affection, "A gentleman, how can you break your trust, for your sake, even if you go to the soup and fire, I will not give up."

"Don't coax! It's like it's going to kill you." Yan Ran'er faked anger, and her phoenix eyes were slightly raised, "It's just that you want to help me win the Oiran, isn't it easy for you?"

Lu Shikui said gently, "As long as it is what you want, no matter how difficult it is, I will do my best."

"That's pretty much it!" Yan Ran'er was overjoyed.

Immediately, Lu Shikui was a little worried, "Ran'er, this flower list is not all due to the casting of flowers, posture and talent are also the top priority, I am not worried about your strength, but this judge is not affected by me, and that Tang An'an has been famous for a long time, and he is menacing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

Yan Ran'er pouted, very unconvinced, "She's nothing remarkable, if I am in Lin'an, my fame must be no less than her!"

"This is nature, in my heart, Ran Er is the first beauty in the world." Lu Shikui is extremely sincere.

Yan Ran'er herself frowned, and said quietly, "I am confident that I can compare to her in appearance and talent, but if she really finds a wonderful new word, it will definitely add a lot of color, and those who judge self-respecting literati talents are the most delicious."

Lu Shikui sneered, "Even if you don't like my songs, I don't also ask you to compose those songs, aren't you satisfied?"

"I don't blame you, although those songs are also masterpieces, but compared with His Royal Highness King Yan, they are still too far behind, so Tang An'an has the confidence to call out Wanwan, and there should always be similar new words." Yan Ran'er was a little sullen.

Lu Shikui sighed lightly, "This article is natural, and it is rare to get it, and good poetry is hard to find, and I have tried my best in this regard."

"Ben didn't count on you either." Yan Ran'er glanced at him, and then looked at him with longing, "If I can ask His Royal Highness King Yan to write a poem for me, it will really be worth dying."

Lu Shikui's face darkened, but it was fleeting, and he smiled faintly, "I am familiar with His Highness, if it weren't for the fact that he is still recuperating from his injuries now, I would definitely ask him for his will, and grant your wish."

"Really!?" Yan Ran'er was very surprised, and rolled her eyes, "Then can you take me to meet Your Highness?"

"Haha, that's no problem, I'll take you there when I have the chance...... Time is running out, so you might as well get ready for the stage."

Lu Shikui said a few perfunctory words, and then left.

When he walked away, Yan Ran'er lowered the corners of her mouth, with disdain on her face, and muttered to herself, "Hmph, the embroidered pillow that can't be written!" If it weren't for a few stinky money, the old lady wouldn't bother to take care of it...... Hey, if you don't have a good word, this Oiran will hang ......."

At this moment, a little maid crept in.

Yan Ran'er scolded with a bad smile, "Are you a thief?"

"Lady, be quiet." The maid seemed to be very nervous, and with excitement, she handed out a piece of paper, "Someone just gave it to the slave, saying that it was the words written by King Yan......

Yan Ran'er was suspicious in her eyes, but she snatched the paper and unfolded it to take a look, "I won't be lovesick in my life......

As soon as she saw it, she became excited, "This, this, although it is a woman's handwriting, this word, this word may really be made by His Highness."

"Really, really?" The maid patted her little breasts, "That's good, that's good

, The slave still thinks that person is a liar, now with the word of King Yan, the Oiran must be a lady, no one can snatch it!"

"However, how could His Royal Highness King Yan send me a message?"

In addition to the surprise, Yan Ran'er was puzzled again, and after thinking for a while, she was a little surprised, "I know, haha, it must be that Tang An'an was ashamed to say that he was going to challenge Wanwan, which angered His Highness, so I want to borrow my hand to teach her!"

Thinking that she had thought of the truth, Yan Ran'er held the paper in her chest, and Xia Fei was full of face, "It turns out that Your Highness actually knows me and admires me very much, well, I will definitely not disappoint Your Highness, and I will definitely teach Tang Anan a hard lesson!"

Then she looked firm again, "I have thought about it, whether I get the Oiran this time or not, tomorrow I will redeem myself and serve His Highness, even if it is for slavery and maidservant, it will be excellent!"

"Huh!? Lady, didn't you agree to Lu Yanei?" The maid was shocked and confused.

Yan Ran'er was full of disapproval, "Huh... The son of a vulgar martial artist, no matter how well Sven pretends to be, he can't compare to a toe cover of His Highness."

During the banquet, Zhao Mengqi inexplicably felt that his toes were a little itchy, and he had the urge to buckle them.

At this time, Gu Qing came over and whispered to him, "Ah Lang, everyone under him has checked, there is nothing abnormal inside and outside the garden, it is unlikely that there are ambush soldiers hiding weapons, and food and water have also been checked, and no poison has been found."

Zhao Mengqi was not surprised, "I'll just say, if you use the Hongmen Banquet to deal with me, the main messenger will definitely not be able to escape, although I am hated, but it has not yet reached the point where they are willing to die and die together."

"Ah Lang said this, Qing didn't dare to agree, he was not afraid of 10,000, he was afraid of what happened, and asked Ah Lang to put safety first no matter when and where." Gu Qing spoke earnestly.

The truth is this, I'm afraid that someone will scold me for being the most cowardly......

Zhao Mengqi laughed at himself, "Okay, I have my own measure."

In fact, Gu Qing was not so nervous in his heart, after all, in addition to more than a hundred Imperial City Division agents lurking around to protect him, there were also guards such as the East Fifth Class on standby, as long as they saw the signal, they could arrive within a stick of incense.

Most emperors hid in the deep palace and did not dare to go out easily, which was also helpless.

Because as long as it comes out, whether it is above board or private, a large number of security forces have to be used.

There was no tyrant in the Song Dynasty, and the emperor's living environment was relatively good, more down-to-earth, and basically would not be hated by the people, so it was easier for the officials of the past dynasties to leave the palace, but Huizong regarded leaving the palace as commonplace, and he had never heard of any danger.

However, Zhao Mengqi is a little different, there are too many people in this fight, and I don't know how many people want him to die immediately.

It seems that the Zhao Guanjia also realized this, and the 10,000 three forbidden troops sent at the beginning have not been recalled, so they stayed to defend him.

After Zhao Mengqi and Gu Qing finished speaking, Zhao Yan on the side tugged at his sleeve and pointed to the food on the table, "Fourth brother, I'm hungry."

Zhao Mengqi smiled, and saw Geng Zhi touching his round belly, burping, "Sixth lady, I've tasted it, and it tastes very good."

The implication is that nothing is wrong with eating.

Tasting is a necessary task for Zhao Mengqi to accompany him, Wu Qiong used to do this work when he traveled, but today it is Geng Zhi's turn.

After listening to this, Zhao Yan didn't care about the "leftovers" he ate, and directly picked up a honey bamboo shoot flower and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes and enjoying it.

At this time, the chime bell was played on the stage, indicating that the final performance was about to begin.