Dress to be a celebrity

Mr. Song naturally doesn't know how to dance Mongolian dance, and he has almost forgotten even the ballroom dance he learned in college.But it doesn't matter, it is said in the preface of the poem, "Emotions move in the heart and form in the words. Words are not enough... I don't know the dance of the hands and the dance of the feet".So it doesn't matter whether the dance looks good or not. The significance of the dance of these literati and celebrities is not to look good, but to express their ideas.

"We're just going to have fun with the guests, and we don't have to learn their dance moves." He supported Huan Ling's arm with one hand and his waist with the other, and said sincerely, "My lord has trouble walking, so I put my hand on the lower official's shoulder." Just borrow your strength."

Huan Ling saw the shallow arc of his mouth, and knew that he was thinking carefully.However, it doesn't matter if this dance is so special in later generations, anyway, he doesn't want to know, and the envoys from Dazheng or the grassland next to him won't understand, everyone is happy today, it's enough to make Shi Guan'er dance happily.

He also likes this dance.

There is really no dark place around the campfire that other people can't see.However, the two of them reunited after a long absence, and they don't know how long they will be apart. Mountains and rivers are far away, and it is difficult to send music and books. Of course, this little face cannot resist the temptation to dance side by side.

At first, Song Shi led Huan Ling to dance slowly, teaching him the footwork while finding out the feeling by himself; later, no matter what footwork or posture, he dragged him around the campfire, jumping profusely with sweat, his cheeks were full of sweat, The red, almost touching heartbeat under the two chests also melted into a rapid and distinct rhythm.

After all, the physical strength of a grassroots cadre in the Song Dynasty was not comparable to that of Mr. Huan who had just returned from training on the grassland battlefield. He jumped and jumped, and the hand on his shoulder was hooked behind his neck, and his chest and shoulders were leaning on him for strength. , let him drag himself back and forth, turn around, jump from ballroom dance to Mongolian dance to local folk village music, dance Bao Lao...

Fortunately, Dazheng Dynasty did not have TV or self-media, otherwise the two of them would be popular all over the country tomorrow.

No, I have to talk to the editor-in-chief of Fugu official newspaper and academic journal first. It’s okay to report on the bonfire party of the Han-Mongolian friendship, but you are not allowed to scribble about what dance they are leaders dancing!

By tomorrow morning, the editors of the newspaper will go to work...

When the editors of the official newspapers and academic journals went to work the next morning, Mr. Song unfortunately suffered some work injuries for some reason, and his waist was sore and his legs were so weak that he couldn't get up.

Although Huan Qianxian just came back from the grassland after traveling thousands of miles, and danced around the bonfire for half the night, how could he bear to watch Master Song, the imperial court, hurt himself and suffer for the envoy?Regardless of his fatigue, he took care of Mr. Song personally, rubbed his waist and legs, rubbed his body with medicine, changed his clothes and fed him...

Take care of him like a cripple lying on the bed.

Mr. Song didn't even have to think about it, he lazily enjoyed Shangguan's meticulous care, stretched out his hand for clothes, and opened his mouth for food.Occasionally, I feel as if I have left something behind and didn't do anything, but there is Mrs. Huan snuggling by my side, who is gentle, considerate, tender and loving... Sigh, even if he is a hundred steelmakers, he is so fascinated that he has no time left. Thinking of others?

However, the result of indulging in gentleness was that when he was leaning on the head of the bed enjoying Shangguan's massage, he was caught off guard when he heard that today's newspaper was coming.

Both newspapers were printed, and the heroic figure of him shaking hands and dancing with Master Huan was printed on the front page, with both form and spirit, and even the pattern on his newly made padded robe was pretty good.The bonfire soaring to the sky behind them and the group dancers in Tatar and Dazheng official uniforms set off the two of them, making them more and more dignified... Their poses are so intimate.

Why so early!Haven't had lunch yet!

Even if he can't remember to eat it himself, the little brother will definitely keep an eye on the time, so he can't be hungry!

Song Shi raised his head subconsciously, and glanced at the small clock beside the bed, it was indeed not lunch time yet.The newspaper office in this place opens at [-]:[-] every day. They get up to collect weather information, collect manuscripts, review manuscripts, and typeset.

The door outside to deliver the newspaper seemed to be frightened by the "why is it so early" that came from his soul just now, and he leaned against the door and replied, "yes, I heard that there were many talented people who were appreciating outside the bonfire banquet held by the lord last night." Eat wine over fire, hold poetry meetings, and write all the articles before morning..."

Song Shi's temples throbbed, and his heart ached for Da Zheng's lack of personal privacy protection laws.

If I had known that I had sent the envoy back to the post office yesterday, I would have sent someone to knock on the editors' door and hold a meeting to tell them what they could write and what they couldn't write.Unexpectedly, this group of lazy literati who don't even light up every morning...they...they are so willing to stay up late!

Compared with Song Shi's heartbroken, Huan Ling was not unhappy about being infringed on his portrait rights. Instead, he flicked the newspaper and said with appreciation: "This painting is not bad. I don't know if it was painted by a student or a painter. It's rare to paint it. You get the charm, but you don't see the craftsmanship."

In the painting, Song Shi put one hand on his waist, with a full smile and tender eyes. He himself turned his face slightly, and he could see where his eyes were and where his heart was.

Unexpectedly, there is such a good painter in this small border town.If you are a gifted scholar, you can be cultivated.

He looked away from himself in the painting, saw the "painter Gushan Sanren" in the corner, turned back and leaned on Song Shi's shoulder, and asked, "Is this painter a painter or a student? It's a bit spiritual." .”

The Fugu official newspapers and academic journals that Song Shi personally took action to rectify, naturally knew the reporters and painters in them very well, and when they saw the names, they could meet the master and sighed: "He is a student. I know him. He is a student who has not been in school for two years. The Zengguang students here are not good at reading, but they love doing essays."

Blame him for not arranging two legal classes for these students every morning. If there were classes, they would not be able to print the newspaper at this time anyway.

Look at this painting, even his clothes are clearly drawn, this must have been watching the bonfire party for half the night, right?Why don't you catch up on sleep in the morning!

Huan Ling saw him staring straight at the picture, thinking that he also liked the painting, so he sat down and hugged him to appreciate it, and praised: "Sure enough, I am a student. I said that the painter does not have such aura. In the painting we The stature of the Han official is larger than that of the Tatar mission behind him, with distinct heights and subconscious divisions of people into the east and west of the painting, which shows that he is not the kind of craftsman who paints scenes according to the scene. And know how to use this painting to convey the true meaning of the court's peace talks."

This student is definitely not the kind of bookworm who can only read sage books, like a person who can be an official.

It must be Shi Guaner who taught well.

He very unreasonably attributed the sensitivity of the students to catch the news to Song Shi, rolled up the newspaper in his hand, and said: "We should buy a few more copies and send them back to our parents, so that the family members know that we have passed the border crossing." Good too."

He also sent a copy to his grandfather and uncle, as well as King Zhou and Yuan Niang in Hanzhong, to let them know that they have lived up to their mission and returned to Dazheng safely with the special envoy of Tumo.

Looking at the pictures and reports, we can better understand that after he entered the customs, officials sometimes traveled thousands of miles to greet him, and even held such a grand banquet to congratulate him on his successful mission... From the picture of the two of them dancing, it can be seen that the two are physically fit , the spirit is good, still support each other, the husband and wife are deeply affectionate, the family will be happy after watching it.

His frank and upright attitude also infected Song Shi, and even saved the county's reporters and painters in front of the "Da Zheng Law" cram school.

Mr. Song leaned back steadily on the head of the bed, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "You little Huan..." He is too affectionate and not low-key.

But forget it, the newspapers are all printed, and I don't know how many copies have been sold, so it's too late to keep a low profile.Anyway, they are a decent couple who have worshiped the world and entered the family tree. No matter how they show off, they are reasonable and legal, and they are not afraid of being hit in the newspapers.

It's only a few days to get along with the little brother, it's not worth being distracted by these people.

He stuffed the rest of the newspapers into Huan Ling, and slowly sat up while supporting his old waist. Sitting cross-legged on the bedside, he asked him, "Where does the mission plan to enter Beijing? Yanmen or Xuanda?"

Huan Ling didn't like his little old man's posture. He felt that his sitting style had the air of an elder who had been a man for two lifetimes, unlike the little junior he had brought up with his own hands.He put down the newspaper, stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Shi's ankle first, and stretched it out so hard that Song Shi almost fell down.However, his other hand reached back in time, wrapped around that shoulder, and sat beside Song Shi to help him put on his shoes and socks.

After putting on his shoes, he stopped rubbing against the bed, and leaned on him, flirtatiously, with the appearance of a talented young man.

Huan Ling said with satisfaction: "I followed your letter of coming to meet me, so I asked someone to go back to Beijing to report the letter, saying that I would enter the customs from Shaanxi and return along the Yellow River waterway. Such a national event as the Tumote Department's peace, the upward direction The princes will also hurry up to discuss the results, and counting the distance from Beijing to here is about 20 to [-] miles, there should be a reply in half a month and [-] days."

When the imperial court comes to edict, they will enter Beijing.

That being the case, they will have at least half a month of vacation to spend together!

Song Shi's back was no longer sore, and he could walk with strength. He grabbed his wrist and jumped off the bed, saying, "Let's go, don't waste your time! Let's take the envoy of Tumo to visit the scenery of Fugu first." , Climb the Great Wall, visit ancient temples, go to the Yellow River to have a picnic and enjoy the scenery... When the weather is not too cold, you can take a sheepskin raft and float in the river!"

Although Fugu is not such a famous scenic spot, it also has the beautiful scenery of the ancient Great Wall, Thousand Buddha Caves, and Qinyuan Deshui (Yellow River).Song Shoudao was ordered by the prince to entertain Tatar envoys and Tatar nobles who had become generals of the Celestial Dynasty. This host was very authentic, leading everyone to visit one scenic spot every day.

In order to relieve the homesickness of the Mongolian brothers, he even circled a place outside the city, allowing them to set up tents to live.He also sent people to send hay, grain and beans to feed the horses every day, and exchanged silk, porcelain, etc., and the slaves of Prince Yesu Tieer for small fat sheep and fat cattle, and taught them some methods of raising cattle and sheep.

Since ancient times, herdsmen have lived by water and grass, and only migrated. They have never had the concept of tourism, let alone such a group of pure food and pure entertainment like Mr. Song's.Prince Yesutie'er and his accompanying nobles and even servants lived outside Fugu City with Mr. Song for these days, experiencing the advantages and advantages of the modern service industry, and he felt a bit reluctant to leave.

A small border town in Han has such enjoyment, but what about the more prosperous places inside?What will Jingli be like then?

If they have Mongolian iron hooves...

Alas, what's the use of iron hooves now?Not to mention the thousands of hectares of squares outside the city to keep horses away. Even if they entered the city, they could not run fast on the asphalt road. If they ran too hard, the horse's legs would be damaged.Those Han people have soft rubber horseshoe pads, which allow the horses to run on the hard ground without any worries, and they won a game without taking possession.

It is still cheaper to exchange the Khan's name for a reward from Da Zheng.

The prince and his party gradually lost their spirits during the public-funded tour arranged by Da Zheng, and became more determined to go to Beijing to discuss peace——by the way, the idea of ​​visiting Beijing for a while.