Jiang Mo was also successfully diverted, rubbed his fists and walked out.

Sun Liang shook his head and sighed, took a sip of wine, and got up.

The moment Bao Yong pushed the door open, Bao Yong was immediately stunned, and a stunning beauty playing the piano was frightened, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Jiang Mo and Sun Liang also looked in curiously, and instantly fixed their eyes on the beauty: the woman was wearing a light-colored Luo skirt and sitting on the ground, her head was like a waterfall and green silk, exuding an ambiguous and charming atmosphere, and her black eyes were still shining....

"What a bold man," a young man's voice interrupted the intoxication of several people.

Bao Yong raised his eyes and said angrily: "This is the woman in the picture of His Royal Highness the Prince......"

Before he finished speaking, he was dumbfounded by a middle-aged man in a scarlet robe and two young men in a green robe official uniform, and even Jiang Mo was drunk and sobered up for eight points.

The three guests here were the envoys of the Great Zhou.

Seeing this, Sun Liang immediately stepped forward to salute, and before he could speak, he only heard one of the blue-robed envoys say: "Who should I dare to talk about today's saint, hum, it turned out to be the son of Qi State.... Your Highness? Huh..."

The princes of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were also called princes, but the world was called ministers to Zhou, and the title of the prince only referred to the crown prince, and His Royal Highness only honored the prince and prince. Usually, it is free to call the King of Qi 'Your Majesty, the King, the King', and the Prince of Qi 'Your Highness' in private, but as soon as the envoys of the Great Zhou Dynasty arrive, the ministers only dare to call His Royal Highness the King of Qi, and even "the prince", not to mention the little prince.

Jiang Mo also realized that things were not good, but he still put his hands behind his back, raised his chest and raised his eyebrows: "It's me, what's wrong?" ”

"Don't dare, I'll listen to Miss Nansheng play the music, I don't know what His Royal Highness the Prince of the World means by being angry?" The blue-robed envoy took a few steps forward, and said with a smile on his face.

"The child was drunk, which made Li Zhengqing and the two Shangguan laugh, and disturbed Zhengqing's Yaxing, I will give it on behalf of the son...."Sun Liang put away his previous obscene atmosphere, and bowed his hand respectfully as if he had changed someone.

Li Zhengqing didn't pay attention to Sun Liang, just slowly drank a little wine, and then the words of the blue-robed envoy severely interrupted Sun Liang and said: "The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, I don't know what the prince means?" ”

As soon as this remark came out, Sun Liang knew that the nonsense of the prince could not be good, but he still tried to redeem it, and continued to salute humbly: "Li Zhengqing is angry, the prince is nonsense, the country of Qi is the realm of the Son of Heaven after all, and the king of Qi is the minister of the Son of Heaven after all, so he has been waiting for the adults to announce the decree since May, and he did not dare to make a mistake." The prince is also a courtier, and he is worried about his grandfather's burial and the lack of a king in the Qi country..."

"Filial son? Love the people? Hehehe..."Li Zhengqing, who was in a scarlet robe, laughed playfully, and the envoys in the green robe also laughed.

"Haha, come to Qinglou to be a filial son?" Qingpao answered.

It's just that suddenly, Li Zhengqing got up and lowered his face with a fierce gaze, and said provocatively: "Are you still complaining about the saint?" ”

"Don't dare.." Sun Liang was also speechless, he had already explained with extremely humble words, but he had to worry about a few children. The young and vigorous Sun Liang couldn't swallow this breath, put away his flattering and humble posture, and said coldly: "Since Your Excellency is a canonized envoy, you know that this is the Qi State, not the Great Zhou. The king of Qi waited for the decree and listened to the decree and expressed his courtier's will. What do you mean by such a provocation? ”

Everyone was shocked, although this was inappropriate, it was almost clear that Qi was Qi, Zhou was Zhou, and Qi was only a minister, not a real minister. But Sun Liang, who is less than 20 years old, has the most political IQ: since they are different countries, there is no right or wrong in his previous remarks. On the contrary, are you trying to sow disdiscord between the two countries by provoking with your remarks?

The envoy in the green robe pointed at Sun Liang's nose and shouted, "Hmph, do you know what you said?" ”

"What a Qi country..."Li Zhengqing stopped the envoy in the green robe, his heart was angry but not obvious, he stepped forward a few steps, and actually saluted, "Today's words, I will definitely bring it to Your Majesty, let's go...."

The envoys of the Zhou State returned to China this time, and everyone could have a premonition: the Son of Heaven was angry and the country was destroyed.

Even the Qing beauty Nan Sheng hurriedly got up and saluted, looked at Li Zhengqing in the red-robed official uniform charmingly, and said politely: "Don't be angry, master, rest for one night first, the concubine will be well served, and it's not too late to hurry tomorrow..."

The top brand of the top Qinglou is like a modern star, and he can make money only by his talent. For the vast majority of powerful people and literati, more demand is to fall in love, and the vast majority of selling themselves is voluntary to the depths of love.

The red-robed envoy looked at Nan Sheng with a touch of emotion, understanding that this stunning geisha was willing to dedicate herself, but it was a beautiful thing that could not be encountered in a lifetime.

But in front of so many people, to show the arrogance of a scholar, Li Zhengqing flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly.

The envoy in the green robe touched Nan Sheng's cheek, and said with a lewd face: "Miss Nansheng is becoming more and more beautiful, presumably the bed art must be better than the piano art, but it's a pity..."

Jiang Mo's small universe exploded first, rolled up his sleeves, and gave Li Zhengqing, who wanted to leave, a punch, and shouted: "Don't want to leave!" ”

As soon as Jiang Mo made a move, the big man Bao Yong also unceremoniously beat the blue-robed envoy who was molesting Nan Sheng.

The fight caused a lot of turmoil in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and the most intelligent Sun Liang was also messy.

For a while, in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, some people screamed, some people watched the excitement, and the martial artists in the Qinglou did not dare to stop it.

It wasn't until the envoy's nose and face were swollen that everyone's entourage rushed in, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion became even more chaotic, and finally provoked the officers and soldiers of Linzi to let the three envoys take advantage of the chaos to escape.

And what happened after that, Jiang Mo was also roughly clear: he was beaten to death by his father, so the bastard Jiang Mo climbed a tree and hid on the roof, and happened to be struck by lightning, and Jiang Mo in the 21st century came here. But Jiang Mo, who is a science and engineering student, never believes in any crossing, and the strange logic behind this makes Jiang Mo forget that in the 21st century, he swore to explore the cause of his parents' death and the truth behind that company, and wanted to know what was going on here?

....

Tai Shigang, the steward of the East Palace of Qi State, only knew that Jiang Mo pretended to be a gentleman and clapped his hands with a wooden stick, and called all the servants and maids to kneel in front of his palace to no avail, and thanks to Sun Liang and Bao Yong, who came in the afternoon, they stepped forward to make up for everything.

Jiang Mo leaned on the door of the wing room, holding one hand to his chest and touching his chin with the other, he was digesting and absorbing it in everyone's telling, but he was taken out of the play by the delicate big mirror. He recalls that when he was served and washed in the morning, he used handmade soap and a wooden animal hair toothbrush, and he ate with plump white rice porridge.

Jiang Mo pushed the non-existent glasses with one hand, pointed to the mirror and asked, "Can anyone tell me, what's going on with that glass mirror?" ”