Your Majesty, You Can't

It has to be said that the young eunuch chose to ask the emperor to go out to play in the palace, and this second-best guy couldn't be more suitable.

Because he went out of the palace with Shen Qiulin, a former nobleman who once set up a stall at the temple fair, and he knew very clearly whether it was elegant or vulgar.As long as Zhao Yin likes the cultural relics and antiques he likes, he can tell more or less allusions and anecdotes.As a talented scholar with profound knowledge, he can also quote the scriptures on several topics raised by the emperor, and he answered them quite wonderfully.

Apart from He Lan, perhaps Shen Qiulin was indeed the most suitable person to accompany him out of the palace.

Although the days have entered autumn in September, the temperature in early autumn has not yet dropped. The bright sun at noon scorched the whole street, and the hot air floated on the road like water ripples, causing pedestrians to hurry. I want to find a shady place to avoid the scorching sun quickly.

Shen Qiulin rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the young emperor who was shielded by the guards' umbrellas. As he expected, even though he was less exposed to the sun, the other's forehead also leaked finely and densely. beads of sweat.

"Master, we've been wandering outside for a long time, why don't we go to the restaurant in front of us to rest and have some tea and a meal?" Shen Qiulin suggested upon seeing this, "I heard that the restaurant has changed a troupe, and there are A man in Tsing Yi played the opposite role. Although he is a newcomer, his singing and acting skills are not bad. Many dignitaries in the capital went to watch and listen, and the private rooms have to be reserved ten days in advance. Young master, you Set up a private room for tea, shall we listen?"

Zhao Yin glanced at him sideways, and unceremoniously said: "You want to listen to it yourself? You know that you will have a private room with me, so you urged me to go to that restaurant for tea and dinner, right?"

Shen Qiulin laughed a few times, "Look at what you said... The villain just thought that you might be tired from walking, young master, so I suggested that you go to the restaurant in front to take a rest..."

"I don't know what you are thinking, so you don't have to talk to me," Zhao Yin shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the brightly decorated restaurant with long legs, "Let's go, I'll take a look at this place as well." Shen Qiulin is very interested in what kind of Beijing opera is."

This restaurant located in the downtown area of ​​the capital was more lively than the outside, and the chatter and yelling sounded in the restaurant one after another.Two people at the table near the gate were chatting happily. Zhao Yin turned his ears and found that the content of the conversation was a Beijing opera that would be staged half an hour later.

Seeing Shen Qiulin and his group of expensively dressed guests, the waiter hurriedly stepped forward to greet them with smiles, "Should I be a guest officer or stay in the hotel?"

"Dinner. My young master wants a private room." The guard next to Zhao Yin pulled the waiting room aside, and showed the royal palace card from a hidden angle that would not be noticed by others, "It is best to sit in the private room facing south. Your restaurant Serve all the signature dishes, so hurry up."

The waiter who saw the young emperor himself for the first time widened his eyes, and his footsteps leading people up the stairs were a little unsteady, "Guest officer, please come this way."

Zhao Yin glanced at the empty theater stage in the center of the restaurant, walked with his hands behind his back and followed the small running hall up the steps, and walked into the exquisite private room originally reserved for other dignitaries to sit down.Shen Qiulin who followed behind secretly sighed, "The power and money really do whatever they want", and he also took his seat under the gaze of the young emperor.

The noisy restaurant suddenly fell silent, and the waiter in the store offered delicacies and tea like flowing water. After the guards tested the poison one by one, the young emperor picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

The hot tea entered the stomach along the throat, and at the same time, applause was louder than the hot tea broke out from the quiet downstairs.

Zhao Yin raised his eyelids and glanced down, and saw the corner character walking out slowly from the center of the stage. Although his face was covered with makeup and dressed in Tsing Yi, his clear-boned figure was the same as what he had been thinking about day and night. People are exactly the same.

He will never admit his mistake.

It's Helanzhi!