Chapter 215

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

"Bad, it's not that I want to make trouble, but that sage... Well, our King Duan came over and told me that our Thousand-Handed Guanyin will be performed in the palace in five days."

"Didn't it say it's next year? Why did it suddenly change to this point?" Liu Yiyi couldn't help but look confused, and her charming and charming water eyes were also wide open.

Wang Yang spread his hands and said, "Because the emperor's mother, Concubine Zhu De, is about five days after his 40th birthday. In short, the emperor of the Song Dynasty has spoken, can we not agree?"

"Of course I can't refuse to agree." Liu Yiyi could only roll her cute eyes helplessly, lifted her slender hands like a green onion and rubbed her forehead. "Forget it, it seems that I have to go and find out my mother quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, the beautiful girl with a charming figure rushed out of the door again, not even closing the door, which made the driver Wang, who was wearing only one piece of clothing, sit here showing off his muscles, and let Leng Feng sneeze. Damn! The female fairy who has no public morality at all.

There are a lot of five days for others, but for Wang Yang, an excellent art master who pursues artistic perfection, it is too hasty. But there is no way. Who can make the emperor's mother's birthday be five days later? She can't change her birthday to ten or half a month later, right?

There is no way, so of course it is only artist Wang and all the dancers of Yihonglou to rehearse. Fortunately, the actors of the previous "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" are all there, and the basic dance moves are still impressed.

In addition, everyone remembers the birthday of the emperor at the beginning of next year, so they will practice it again for a while so that they will not be too unfamiliar. Finally, it makes Uncle Wang feel deeply relieved. It seems that the girls and the four big men who are at the end are always remembering their responsibilities.

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After five days, Wang Yang finally set foot in the political center of the Northern Song Dynasty, which is the palace in Bianliang, Tokyo. Unfortunately, I don’t know what happened during these five days. It suddenly cooled down and the snow flew, which was like a dog freezing to death, which made Uncle Wang suck his nose and shrank his neck and walked into the palace.

There are girls in the carriage. You can't jump among a group of girls to keep warm. Although the girls are willing, they are not willing. Well, it is very likely that they have just left the ice kiln, and it is like a wolf's nest. After several mass incidents that were besieged by these female gangsters, Wang Yang, a gentleman who is self-disciplined and guards as jade, will not do that.

Although I occasionally take a look at it, I still feel that it is really a problem in ancient times. No wonder there are many sayings about the smell of wine and meat, and that there are frozen bones on the road. This really makes Mr. Wang sigh that it is indeed a new society with heating in the 21st century.

Soon, Wang Yang saw Zhao Ji standing in front of him not far away and coming towards him. Wang Yang could only sniff, put on a sniff, and kicked the subordinates beside him who were as obscene as roosters in the cold wind. "I'll give me some energy. This is the emperor, take out his energy."

The crowd suddenly felt energetic, and they all quickly raised their heads and chests, like a group of proud roosters flying in the snow.

"Sir, you're here. Oh, in this weather, you're dressed so thin, Liang Dushi..." Seeing that Wang Daren, who wanted to be gentle but not warm, was wearing a little skinny dress in order to show off his figure, and he didn't have a fur cloak. Zhao Ji quickly waved to his side.

Master Liang could only squeeze out a look that was even worse than crying, suppressed the sadness in his heart, untied his best mink fur and handed it over.

"Oh, what's wrong with this? I'm really sorry..." The demeanor he should have was ruined. This terrible weather almost made the handsome version of King King become King Popsicles. Naturally, I won't show off anymore and say I'm not polite. I'm actually very warm. I'm embarrassed that I'm just polite, but my hands and feet are very quick to pull the beams and fur in my hand and put them on.

It seemed that he felt a little embarrassed. Wang Yang thought about it and opened his arms. "Why don't we put it together?" Well, you dare to promise me, I will definitely tell Zhao Ji that you must be a piece of dead glass, and maybe you are always peeking at the little prince's chrysanthemum.

Liang Ducheng stared at Wang Yang's arms and his evil and ferocious smile, and subconsciously shook his head. "Thank you, Mr. Liang is not cold, not cold at all..." I bah, you guys, you are so embarrassed to squeeze with you.

"Then let's go quickly, sir, let's go to the concubine to settle down, and then I'll take you to the official family again." Zhao Ji didn't pay attention to his hard-working look at his loyal eunuch, and pulled Wang Yang in.

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"Mr. Wang Yang, I have seen Your Majesty..." Wang Yang followed Zhao Ji into the hall with great strides. When he saw Zhao Xu, he sat in the hall with a smile and waved to him. He was about to go over, but he saw that Zhao Ji beside him had already given a deep gift and had to follow the example.

"Sir, don't be too polite. I'm so anxious when I waited for it, haha..." Zhao Xu walked over and helped Wang Yang up to salute him. Looking at Wang Yang, who was half a head taller than him, although strong, but still graceful demeanor of a literati, he felt very happy.

"Sir, come and see what this is?" Zhao Xu took Wang Yang's hand affectionately and walked in, then pointed at the other side and asked Wang Yang.

"...Iron stove?" Wang Yang couldn't help but be stunned. Oh, in the dignified Song Dynasty Palace, there was such a thing in the study of the current Song Dynasty emperor. Isn't this a bit uneven? What about the ancient and ancient colors that were said?

No, next time you must redesign a more beautiful iron stove, at least it must be matched with the classical artistic atmosphere of the feudal society of the Song Dynasty.

"This is when Shiyilang saw that my study was very cold in winter, and the bamboo carbon burned easily and dusted, so he offered this item. He didn't expect that this item was actually written by his husband..."

Wang Yang made a haha ​​and sat on the embroidery pedestal taken by the little eunuch. Well, this iron stove is worthy of being a high-quality product. Although the space is quite large, when such an iron stove squats here, the air around it looks so warm.

It is no longer like roasted bamboo carbon, it is as warm as spring, and behind it is chilly, just like a resentful female ghost squatting behind her butt and blowing continuously.

Zhao Xu and Zhao Ji are worthy of being half-family family. Although he is older than Zhao Ji, he is almost the same as Zhao Ji and is very proud, but his degree of excellence is not as powerful as Zhao Ji.

However, in words, he told the story of the ministers who submitted a memorial on that day, trying to cut off their mother's veil, guards, and crowns. He was watching the ministers in the court and writing a story about the crimes he had given.

Although Zhao Ji was neat, he was not the person involved after all. He could not understand and understand the pain, entanglement, anger, and even joy in the hearts of the person involved.
Chapter completed!