The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

"[-] years old, [-] years old, you are a lucky mule today. If the mule that the real dragon emperor sat on, one day goes to the animal road and meets your ancestor Mamian, it will be regarded as a glory to the ancestors if you say it. matter." Wang Wanyi rode upside down on the mule, and deliberately picked a place with the sun on his back to wait for the little emperor Zhu Zhaoyan.

In ancient times there was the Eight Immortal Zhang Guolao who rode a donkey upside down, and now there is Wang Zheng who is nine hundred years old when he rides a mule upside down.

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that there was something wrong with what he said. Wang Wan thought about it for a long time, then suddenly turned to the mule and said again.

"You mule has been with Wang for so long. I don't know where your ancestors are. The ancestor of your mule is probably the crystallization of that horse and donkey?"

The mule ignored Wang Wanyi, but lowered its neck and gnawed on the grass on the ground, poking its mouth left and right, Wang Wanyi snorted, and turned his upper body sideways this time, with a smile in his eyes.

"Hmph, you mule, do you know what will happen to this official?"

"Wang is really playing the piano with a cow."

Wang Wanyi was twirling the wrench on her thumb in boredom, and then glanced at the gate of the Forbidden City. There were a few miscellaneous people waiting in line at the gate of the Forbidden City guarded by the guards.

There are men and women among them, the oldest one is probably over half a hundred years old, holding a doll by the side, and the youngest is estimated to be about ten years old.

In this world, it is very strange that every household of the poor is on a pole to be a eunuch, and even the concubine of the former official family will eunuch his own baby and be sent to the palace to shine on the lintel. This eunuch is a way out for himself , something to be proud of.

This morning, the little emperor issued a secret order, saying that he wanted to conduct a private visit to observe the people's sentiments. This Zhu Zhaoyan has always been a self-closing little emperor with cucumbers, and it is a novelty that he suddenly came up with such an idea. .

Zhu Zhaoyan couldn't escape his eyeliner in every move, and it was futile to do anything superfluous or try to make a mistake that shouldn't be made.

This Yanjing city is the royal land under the king's feet, a blessed land where the real dragon is entrenched, the people are rich, and most of the residents are government officials. Even if they encounter a beggar, the local officials will drive them to a place far away from Yanjing city. Those refugees and disaster victims, the poor people living in dire straits, were basically invisible to the king, so they sent eunuchs to monitor them, and he, Wang Zheng, was that official.

But going out to the palace to see the outside world is not a problem, the court has his own people to take care of it, and the decision-making power is also in his Wang Zheng's hands. If he is disobedient, he can be replaced by an obedient one.

After all, respect is given to each other, and Wang Zheng is very easy to talk to.

He squinted his eyes slightly and felt uncomfortable. After staying in the dark and humid factory prison for a long time, his eyes suffered from the problem of not being able to look directly at the strong light.

Probably after waiting for a long time, the sun was high before seeing the shadow of Zhu Zhaoyan, the little emperor.

"Hey, hey, don't eat it!" Wang Wanyi patted the mule's buttocks, turned around on the mule's back nimbly, and rode Jiu Baisui towards Zhu Zhaoyan.

The little emperor was wearing a dark green cloud satin round-neck gown, embroidered with silver thread patterns on the gown, and a emerald headband was tied on the hair bun fixed by the net scarf, and the headband fluttered as he walked. It is very beautiful.

"Your Majesty." Wang Wanyi got off the mule and saluted.

Zhu Zhaoyan looked at this person and said with some disdain. "Why do you want to follow me for so many years, and the salary you receive is not enough to buy a hard-earned BMW?"

The little emperor knew his character well, Wang Wanyi ignored Zhu Zhaoyan's ridicule and didn't care.

"The ministers always keep their hands clean when they are officials. This donkey and mule follow the supervision officials all over Wanyi, and even this sense of smell has become a famous nose that specializes in corrupt officials. Don't underestimate nine hundred years old, Your Majesty."

Millennium King 8 Years Turtle, Wang Wanyi In addition to the title of Xichang Troll, his subordinate officials also gave him the honorific title of Nine Thousand Years Old, and he even had a name as a mule.

"Full of nonsense." Zhu Zhaoyan shook his head, then pointed at the mule and glared at him. "This mule is called nine hundred years old, so how old are you, Wang Zheng?"

He suppressed the discomfort in his chest and looked around. "Where's my royal horse?"

"I came out in a hurry. The palm seal of the minister is the Imperial Horse Supervisor, and it is not from the Imperial Horse Workshop. It is better to keep a low profile when traveling in modest clothes. Besides, your majesty is not feeling well. This donkey and mule are pure in character and walk smoothly. Your majesty, please let me know." Raise the dragon's buttocks and condescend to sit on the same mule with the minister."

The fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and Zhu Zhaoyan's pale face darkened perceptibly.

"The internal officer serves you on the mule." Wang Wanyi said in a doggy manner, and deliberately rubbed his palms together twice.

Zhu Zhaoyan gave Wang Wanyi a supercilious look, stepped on the pedal, Wang Wanyi supported him behind, Zhu Zhaoyan's dragon butt was lifted by Wang Wanyi in this way, and he turned his head and gave him another glare.

After Zhu Zhaoyan sat down firmly, Wang Wanyi also stepped on the mule. Unlike being on the same bed, Wang Wanyi was a head shorter than Zhu Zhaoyan, and she couldn't see the way ahead clearly when she sat in the back, so she had to sit Pulling the reins in front of the mule.

Yanjing Bazaar is not far from the road to the Imperial Palace, and it takes an hour to ride a horse, but this mule ride is forced to take half a distance for Dora.

As the nine-hundred-year-old walked on four legs, the mule bumped and bumped, and Zhu Zhaoyan, who was already sick, was tortured for more than an hour.

There was also an eunuch driving a mule in front of him who didn't know the situation, which made him even more irritable for no reason.

The kettle hanging on the saddle, full of water ding-dong hits the body of the kettle, the green hills remain unchanged, the green water flows long, and the half-height grass on the side of the road rubs against the breeze, making a small sound, just like The cloth on the body has the same sound.

"Don't move!" Zhu Zhaoyan's muffled voice came from behind, and there was a hint of exasperation in his commanding tone.

"Move again, I will punish you!" He reached out and patted the back of Wang Wanyi's head, his liver trembling with anger.

"Your Majesty, there is only one minister in the Nine Clans, and one of them has ascended to heaven. I would also like to thank Your Majesty for sending the whole family back together, Ron." The corner of his mouth was smiling, and the tails of his eyes were slyly turned towards the white-faced pink behind him. Zhu Zhaoyan looked over. "Besides, it's not the minister who is carrying you to move, it's the animal that is moving at nine hundred years old, is it because the animal is moving so fast that your Majesty's dragon body feels uncomfortable, and the aftershock has shaken your internal organs, so the minister should ride slowly. "

"What do you know, you eunuch!" he gasped. This eunuch is always full of lies.

Not far away, the fireworks from Yanjing Bazaar came, Wang Wanyi pointed in the direction ahead, and Zhu Zhaoyan felt relieved.

The two got off the mule. This "long journey" was indeed a burden on his fragile body. He leaned against a big tree for a long time before he recovered.

The face of a sickly beauty turned pale again.

Before entering the market in the city, you can hear the laughter of children and the noisy hawking in your ears. Once you enter the city, the bustling scene of the market shows the prosperity of Ming Dynasty trade.

Grain boats and cargo ships gather, and there is a canal next to the market. The boatmen on the boat are carrying the goods down the boat. The fish is fresh and meat is delicious. The fishermen on the fishing boats are collecting the nets, and there are still sea creatures in the nets. It is autumn The harvest is auspicious.

On both sides of the bazaar and business road, some people are resting in teahouses, drinking tea and eating snacks, and some operators are reading fortune-telling with the banner of "shocking gods, one hexagram and six characters". Stuff, buns, steamed buns, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, people come and go.

"If you understand the people's sentiments, you should blend in with the common people. Master Zhu, I will take you to the teahouse to drink tea in the evening, and taste the famous tiger skin cakes in the Yanjing market. If you are lucky, there will be a storyteller telling stories. That's called a wonderful one." Wang Wanyi led the mule and followed behind Zhu Zhaoyan.

The two of them were already extremely good-looking, and this appearance attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Master Zhu?" Zhu Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

"Your Majesty, you are the surname of the emperor. It is difficult for ordinary people to see the holy face. If you are called Mr. Zhu, I am afraid that people will be scared out of their wits?"

The eunuch may not have realized that if his reputation as a eunuch is spoken out, that is the real fear.

Leading Jiu Baisui to the stables, Zhu Zhaoyan and Wang Wanyi found an inconspicuous place and sat in the teahouse. There were quite a few people in the teahouse, and the snacks they ordered were quickly served on the table.

Tiger skin dumplings, Layuan rice cakes, cold dishes, a plate of amber walnuts and a pot of hot tea.

Shanglu was imprisoned in Bieyuan to study hard since he was a child. His father had high expectations for him. Later and later, Emperor Mengxian paid great attention to him as the emperor's teacher, from the emperor's teacher to the second-rank bachelor in the official residence to resign He died in the prison of the Xiji Police Factory. As an official, he seldom stepped out of the palace gate in his life.

"Master Zhu, please try it quickly." Wang Wanyi moved his chopsticks first, picked up a piece of tiger skin pastry, put it in his mouth and took a bite. He is thin and thin, but his face is elastic. When he chews food, he bulges into two round arcs. When he eats, he looks innocent. It makes people think that he is the rumored murderous eunuch Wang Zheng.

How delicious can it be?

Under Wang Wanyi's expectant gaze, Zhu Zhaoyan sized up the exquisite dim sum, and couldn't help but also picked up a piece of tiger skin pastry with his chopsticks, and put it to his mouth to taste it. It was very sweet, and he didn't like it.

Zhu Zhaoyan frowned, took another mouthful of cold dish, chewed it a couple of times, it seemed that it was not easy to chew, and his brows were deeply disgusted, he chewed a few times on the left and right sides, it's okay if you don't chew carefully , this fine product, the whole face is green and white, colorful.

He stared wide-eyed and immediately poured the water from the teapot into the teacup, ignoring any noble court etiquette, and poured it down directly.

"Pfft." Wang Wanyi couldn't help laughing, "Young Master, you can't get used to Zhe Ergen? That's right, it's not something ordinary people can eat, but Zhe Ergen is a medicinal material that is very beneficial to the body. , I wish you son can eat more for your benefit."

"My lord, do you think that Nine Hundred Years old grazing at the stable looks like you just now?" Wang Wanyi pointed at Nine Hundred Years old at the stable, who was still chattering left and right.

The mule was all white, a rare nobleman among mules, and its two pea eyes were black and round, like a donkey and a horse.

Zhu Zhaoyan looked over and slapped the table angrily, but because he slapped the table too hard, his palms hurt.

People in the teahouse heard the voice and looked at the two of them.