The lame man died, quietly on the ground of the dilapidated house. The little beggar wept for a long time, and at last wrapped the cold body of the lame horse in the broken mat......

The little beggar knelt in front of Song Wen ...... "Lord Song, grasshoppers beg Lord Song to be gracious and help our family to help the master enter the soil for peace!" In the future, grasshoppers will be able to treat you as cattle and horses......"

Song Wen nodded, and said to Lin Chong and An Chun, who rushed over: "The door of the official office in the box, first report the ownerless corpse, and then buy a coffin and pull it out of the city to bury it tomorrow!"

The grasshopper kowtowed and thanked: "Thank you for ...... Engong"

Song Wen turned around and walked out of the room, An Chun came over and arched his hand: "Lang Jun, it's roughly clear!" Someone is secretly supporting the Ling'er Club and wants to integrate the entire Bianliang beggar gang, and now there are people from the Ling'er Club secretly making trouble in Mahang Street and Yangshi Street, and some commercial houses have begun to pay them bonus money......"

Song Wen pursed his lips...... "Who would make money with these things?" This is the Great Song Dynasty, not the ...... Forget it, you follow them little by little to find out the situation, and be careful of your brother's safety! ”

An Chun nodded, clenched his fists and left.

Lin Chong's face was still full of grief and indignation......

"Brother, Senior Ma is a good person and a chivalrous person! Such an unexplained tragic death under the knife is unfair! ”

Song Wen smiled lightly: "That's why I shouted that sentence in Qingshan Village......"

Lin Chong thought for a while, suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Wen and said, "Heaven is unfair...... We have our own way to do it for the heavens! ”

Song Wen looked at the sky and whispered: "Lao Tzu's Elysium Stage will open tomorrow, and at the critical moment, spend money to buy peace first, so that they will be happy...... We're going to make a lot of money in Bianliang to feed those poor dolls outside! If these bell crumbs make a mess of Bianliang...... How else are we going to make money? ”

Lin Chong clenched his fists and asked angrily, "Brother, when will you attack them?" I'll go back and move some reinforcements with Master Zhou Tong from the Royal Boxing Gym......"

Song Wen replied: "Don't worry...... I want to see if Liang Shicheng has any other thoughts about supporting me to run the Elysium Stage! ”

On the second day, the Paradise Stage opened on time......

As soon as all kinds of people entered, they were shocked by the magnificent venue of the Elysium Stage! Since the ceiling is made of light tarpaulin, the whole space is so large that it feels unreal...... Everywhere there are beautifully printed advertisements and decorative paintings, on which the figure of the popular girl of Wazi Street is dancing.

In the center is a semicircle of chairs and a delicate tea table in the center. There are also densely arranged stands on both sides, and there is a two-story box building opposite! The rare thick brick walls divide the private rooms into extremely private spaces, and the gauze curtains are readily available, and it is impossible to even peek inside when the lights are on outside.

Many powerful children were cautious when they even shouted, Gao Yanei sat in the first row in front of the stage and just scolded a few words, why didn't Song Wen leave him a private room...... A dogleg behind him hurriedly pointed in the direction of the private room and whispered a few words to him, and Gao Yanei immediately shrank his head like a rooster pinching his neck and disappeared.

Song Wen stood in a hidden compartment on the side of the stage, squinting his eyes and carefully observing the most secret private rooms on the second floor opposite...... Especially the one reserved for Liang Shicheng.

Sure enough! The group of Shi Shiran came from the corridor to Liang Shicheng's private room, and the lights were on...... Song Wen saw that there were all sturdy guards on the left and right near the private room, and Liang Shicheng was bending down and carefully waiting for a middle-aged man to sit down!

"Sure enough, it's him!"

Song Wen only felt that his blood was boiling a little for a while!

In the world of the Great Song Dynasty, Liang Shicheng, who is known as the hidden phase, can be treated so flatteringly...... Who else could there be but that Ninety-Five?

Zhao Ji...... The culprit of the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, the eternal faint monarch who single-handedly concocted the shame of Jingkang!

Song Wen looked at the middle-aged man in the box from a distance in the dark, and then silently closed the dark window and carefully exited the secret room...... Finally, the door was locked and hidden with a curtain.

Song Wen hurriedly came to the backstage and said to Chunniang, who was used to seeing big scenes: "Sister Chunniang, come according to the second set of singing and dancing plans!"

Chun Niang said suspiciously: "The second set? Is there a world of peaceful singing and dancing and the choreography of all countries from all over the world? ”

Song Wen nodded...... "Yes, that's it!" Someone, definitely like to watch ......"

Chun Niang sighed: "Alas, I still like the first set...... There are joys and sorrows in the red breeze running at night......"

"Red breeze running at night is also acting, just sing a three-fold play...... For the rest, finally tell the audience and guests below that the next performance on the Elysium Stage will be followed by the performance! ”

Chun Niang was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wicked smile...... "You guys are really getting worse and worse, deliberately hanging the appetite of these masters, right?" ”

Song Wen shrugged his shoulders ...... "Maybe I will set up an audience seat for the female dependents in the future...... At least there must be a few private rooms for the ladies or something. ”

"You're such a madman......"

The guests are almost there...... Above the slightly dim Elysium stage, the oilcloth canopy suddenly opened slowly! A heavy drum beat followed......

"Coming, coming......"

"It's kind of interesting, why is it so loud in this big room?"

"It can't be some kind of magic spell, right?"

"Turtles! Song Wen has long said that this kind of big stage and large space can best contain the sound, and it is the best to enjoy the silk and bamboo song and dance......"

A group of graceful dancing girls suddenly rushed up from both sides of the stage, each with a ribbon of silk flowers in their hands...... The festive silk bamboo gongs and drums instantly resounded in the sky, and the dancers sang while dancing, and the words and sentences were all praises to the Song Dynasty officials and good wishes for peace in the world!

Liang Shicheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and quietly looked at the face of the person in front of him...... It's really strange, the Daojun Emperor, who liked to cultivate the Tao in the past and the Danqing Wonderful Pen, actually became interested in this gorgeous song and dance full of flowers.

A pair of slender eyebrows stretched out happily, and white fingers kept tapping on the knees......

"Aiqing...... I can't imagine that there is such a scene in this market, it's rare! Singing and dancing are indeed festive, not bad...... Is this chair specially made by this Elysium? ”

The chair that Zhao Ji sat on was made by Song Wen himself by drawing patterns and a few carpenters, a bit of the prototype of the tiger chair leisure chair in later generations, and the chair cushion and backrest filled with kapok were made of silk...... In the Great Song Dynasty, it must be the only existence!

Liang Shicheng said with a smile: "Going back to the official's house, it is indeed the thing that Song Wen made...... If the official family likes it, the old slave will turn around and ask him to carefully create the best set to send to the official family! ”

Zhao Ji smiled slightly, but squinted his eyes and watched the lively and colorful performances on the stage......

"Aiqing has a lot of people in this Wazi Street? Now there is another stage of Elysium...... I'm afraid that the family foundation is going to be much thicker! ”

If other emperors asked the eunuchs around him, it is estimated that this eunuch would not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning...... But this Zhao Ji is different, in his eyes, money, power and power are all nothing! It's just like the artistic conception hidden behind the Danqing paintings and calligraphy works......

The land of the world is the only one, and the rest are all vain! What does money and power count? The emperor balances the world, and between the flip of hands, you can tilt the power of the government and the opposition to the rich world, or you can be ruined and die overnight without a place to be buried!

He didn't care about any of that at all......

Liang Shicheng naturally knew what kind of person his master was, and bowed down with a smile and replied: "The old slave is old, and he just wants to save a little money for his retirement...... The old slave of the minister of the court and the central government did not dare to take it, but the little filial piety of the merchant in the market still did not refuse to come! ”

Zhao Ji looked at the excitement as if he hadn't heard it......