Since ancient times, talented people have been born in the Red Chamber

Chapter 217 Song Zhezong, who used his life to interpret the painful tragedy (third update)
Chapter 215

"What's wrong with you? Could it be that you want to make trouble again, Mr. Wang?" Liu Yiyi sat beside Wang Yang, and gently touched Wang Yang, an honest gentleman, with her soft and smooth shoulder.

"Fart, it's not that I want to make trouble, but that Dese... Well, our Highness Prince Duan rushed over and told me that our "Avalokitesvara of Thousand Hands" will be performed in the palace in five days."

"Didn't you say it will be next year? Why did it suddenly change to now." Liu Yiyi couldn't help but look confused, and her charming water eyes also stared round.

Wang Yang opened his hands. "Because the [-]th birthday of the emperor's own mother, Concubine Zhu De, is just five days away. Anyway, the dignified emperor of Song Dynasty has spoken, can we not agree?"

"Of course I have to agree." Liu Yiyi could only helplessly roll her cute eyes, and raised her slender, pale hands to rub her forehead. "Forget it, it looks like I have to hurry to know my mother..."

Before the words were finished, this beautiful girl with a voluptuous figure jumped out of the room again. She didn't even close the door, so that the old driver Wang, who was sitting here with only a single shirt on and showing off his muscles, was choked by the cold wind. Sneeze, fuck!A female goblin without the slightest sense of public morality.

Five days is a lot for others, but for Wang Yang, an excellent art master who pursues the perfection of art, it is too hasty, but there is no way, who let the emperor's mother's birthday be After five days, you can't let her old man change her birthday to ten days and a half months later, right?

There is no other way, so naturally, Artist Wang and all Yihonglou dancers are rehearsing.But fortunately, the actors of the previous "Avalokitesvara" are all there, and the basic dance moves are still impressive.

In addition, everyone remembers the birthday of the Son of Heaven at the beginning of next year, so I will rehearse it for a while, so as not to be too unfamiliar, which finally makes Uncle Wang very pleased. It seems that the girls still have the one who will be in the background at the end The four big brothers always kept their responsibilities in mind.

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Five days later, Wang Yang finally set foot in the political center of the Northern Song Dynasty for the first time, which is where the imperial palace in Bianliang, Tokyo is located.It's a pity that I don't know what happened in the past five days. The temperature dropped suddenly and the snow fell heavily. It was like the rhythm of freezing the dog to death. As a result, Uncle Wang could only suck his nose and walk into the palace with his neck shrunk.

There are girls in the carriage, I am a big man, I can't go to a group of girls to keep warm, although the girls are willing, but I am not willing, well, it is very likely that I will come out of the ice kiln, like a wolf's den, I have experienced After a few group incidents of being besieged by these female hooligans, a gentleman like Wang Yang, who is clean and guarded like jade, will not be so dry.

Although I occasionally took the time to take a look, more often I still felt that heating in ancient times was indeed a problem. No wonder there were rumors such as rich wine and meat, and roads with frozen bones. The new society of heating is good.

And soon, Wang Yang saw Zhao Ji standing in front of him not far away, coming towards him. Wang Yang could only sniff his nose, put on a majestic posture, and kicked him by the way. The one or two subordinates around him are as wretched as crakes in the cold wind. "Give me some bloody energy, this is the emperor, show your energy,"

The whole group of people immediately cheered up, and they all hurriedly held their heads high, like a group of proud roosters shivering in the heavy snow.

"Sir, you're here. Oh, you're actually dressed so thinly in this weather, Mr. Liang..." Seeing that Mr. Wang, who wants to show off his figure, is wearing skinny clothes, he didn't wear any clothes. With a fur cloak, Zhao Ji hurriedly waved to his side.

Liang Dushi could only express an expression uglier than crying, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and took off his fine mink fur and handed it over.

"Oh, how can this be done, I'm really sorry..." The demeanor that should have been completely ruined, this frightening weather almost turned the handsome Wang Dajunzi into a king popsicle.Naturally, I won't pretend to say you're welcome. I'm actually very warm. I'm embarrassed that I'm just being polite, but I pulled the fur in Liang Ducheng's hand and put it on myself with exceptional dexterity.

Seemingly feeling a little embarrassed, Wang Yang thought about it and opened his arms. "How about we wear it together?" Well, dare you promise me that I will definitely tell Zhao Ji that you must be a piece of dead glass, maybe you are peeping at the little prince's chrysanthemum all the time.

Liang Ducheng stared blankly at Wang Yang's embrace and that evil and ferocious smile, subconsciously shuddered and shook his head again and again. "Thank you sir, that old Liang is not cold, not cold at all..." Pooh, you are a big man, if we squeeze together with you, you are ashamed and our family is ashamed.

"Then let's go quickly, sir, let's rush to the concubine and settle down, and then I will take you to meet the officials." Zhao Ji didn't pay attention to the bitter look on his loyal eunuch's face, and pulled Wang Yang away. go inside.

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"Grassman Wang Yang, I have seen Your Majesty..." Wang Yang followed Zhao Ji into the hall with big strides. When he saw Zhao Xu, he sat in the hall with a smile and waved to him. After a ceremony, I had to learn how to behave.

"Sir, you don't need to be too polite. I've been waiting for you so impatiently, haha..." Zhao Xu walked over and helped Wang Yang who was saluting. He looked at this man who was half a head taller than himself. Wang Yang, who did not lose the elegant demeanor of a literati, was very happy in his heart.

"Come and see, sir, what is this?" Zhao Xu kindly took Wang Yang's hand and walked in, then pointed to that side and asked Wang Yang.

"...Iron stove?" Wang Yang couldn't help being taken aback, oh my god, in the majestic Song Palace, in the study of the current emperor of the Song Dynasty, there is such a thing, which is a bit against the law Bar?What about the antique style?
No, next time we must redesign a more beautiful iron stove, at least in harmony with the classical artistic atmosphere of the feudal society of the Song Dynasty.

"This is Shi Shilang, seeing that my study is very cold in winter, and burning the bamboo charcoal is easy to generate dust, so I donated this thing. I don't think this thing is also from Mr.'s handwriting..."

Wang Yang laughed and sat on the embroidered pier brought by the little eunuch. Well, this iron stove is indeed a high-quality product. Although the space is quite large, if such an iron stove squats here, the surrounding air will look like that the warmth.

It is no longer like roasting bamboo charcoal, the front is warm like spring, but the backside is cool, like a resentful female ghost squatting behind her buttocks and blowing hard.

Zhao Xu and Zhao Ji are worthy of being a half family. Although he is older than Zhao Ji, he is similar to Zhao Ji, and he is also very lovable, but the degree of sympathy is not as strong as Zhao Ji.

However, between the words, he talked about the minister's performance that day, and wanted to reduce his mother's father's cover, ceremonial guard, and uniform.And I was watching those ministers in the court hall while writing a story of guilt.

Although that boy Zhao Ji had a sharp tongue, he was not the person concerned after all, and could not understand and feel the pain, entanglement, anger, or even joy in the heart of the person involved.

And Zhao Xu, as the party involved, can't change vividly as he narrates, sometimes helpless, sometimes hideous, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, just like an excellent tragedy performing artist, others are performing, and this Huo is completely performing a painful tragedy with his life.

(End of this chapter)