Chapter 215 The Regent of the Song Dynasty Arrives
Xu Palace.
The bored Li Jianping has been guarding the room for more than half a day.
He can't go anywhere, so he can only pretend to be Oriha here.
"Young Master, I have brewed a good Pu'er tea for you, please taste it." This is the voice of Eucommia.
Li Jian lay flat on the bed, with his feet up on the bedpost, swept the door, imitating the laziness of your noble son, "Put it where, I will take it myself."
"Put it on...the ground? It won't taste good if it gets dirty." Du Zhong said again.
"Cooking tea and snow, cooking tea and snow, what's wrong with putting it on the snow?" Li Jianping was impatient and almost yelled. "What are you supposed to do?"
Du Zhong and Ding Xiang looked at each other, but neither of them left. "My lord, your attendant slipped out and hasn't come back for a whole day. This Yanjing is too big, maybe he lost his way?"
Li Jianping only felt the magic sound piercing through his brain, and clenched his fists with both hands. He really wanted to breathe out with one palm, and the blood spattered on the spot. But he dared not. The young master's request to him is to pretend, if he can't even do such a simple thing, he doesn't deserve the antidote.
Is there really an antidote? He was skeptical about the question.
He gritted his teeth, "Then you go and look for it, and I will reward you a lot if you find it."
Du Zhong's hand has already reached the door. If there is nothing wrong, then why is Mr. Zhe Yu invisible? Since he dare not meet people, it is tricky.
Suddenly, the neck wind hit, and with the strength of the palm, Eucommia took two steps back. Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise he would be accidentally injured.
No, it was not accidental injury, it was intentional.
Du Zhong was also furious in his heart, raised his hand to move his palm, and suddenly heard a voice behind him: "What are you doing?"
Du Zhong turned around and saw "Zhe Yu" standing in the yard.
He approached step by step, leaving footprints on the snow, "Why, I was just taking a walk in the yard, are you going to smash my door? Don't forget that this is Prince Xu's Mansion, His Majesty let me live here .”
Du Zhong's head was about to hang down to his chest, and he didn't notice when Young Master Zhe Yu ran outside the door, as if he... could teleport.
Ding Xiang rushed forward and said: "My lord, this servant has made tea for you from Eucommia, please taste it."
"Zhe Yu" looked at the tea falling on the snow, how could he drink it?
"Take it away, I'm going to review the book, go to the front yard, don't disturb my cleanliness." These few words are neither angry nor sullen, but full of majesty.
"yes."
The two of them regained their low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and slipped away to the front yard.
Oruha entered the room.
The sharp sword rolled down from the bed flatly. The right owner has returned, and he dare not make mistakes. "My lord, are you back? Where's Miss Bai?"
"It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us." Baicaoshi switched back to her original voice.
Li Jianping rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Girl, it's ok, it's so similar. Now that you're back, you can play the role of a boy, and I can find a cool place to stay."
Baicaoshi took some snacks from behind, "Here, the specialty snacks on the first floor of the world, fill your stomach, continue to act, I will be leaving soon."
Du Zhong: "...still going? Where did you go?"
Baicaoshi glanced at him, and said four words from her thin lips, "Da, Nei, Huang, Gong."
Lost temper, Li Jianping immediately lost his temper.
After staying in the room for a while, Baicaoshi sneaked out of the palace again. Fortunately, Zheyu and Zhenyilou had trained her strictly before, and her anti-tracking ability is very strong, and her anti-reconnaissance awareness is also very good.
She plans to go to Dongshi to buy some daily necessities, after all, she will live in Xiangji Temple for a while. Tomorrow is Laba, and I want to drink porridge.
Buying a lot of items, she walked back and passed Zhuque Avenue, and saw the people surrounded the wide road.
"Squeeze what? It's just a courtier from a foreign country. What's so strange?"
"Regent of the Song Dynasty, it is courageous to dare to come to Dayan at this time."
Baicaoshi listened to their discussion, the regent of the Song Dynasty came to Yanjing in person? Or for business and peace talks?
Earlier, Baicaoshi discussed with Zhe Yu that Song State is no better than Dayan, the imperial power is concentrated, and the government of Song State is controlled by the Pei family. The Pei family produced a genius who was born in the Yuan Dynasty. He took office for ten years and raised the national power of the Song Dynasty to a higher level.
Now, for the sake of business and peace talks, he is willing to take risks alone?
The aunt who came back from the front row said: "Although the merchants of the Song Dynasty are nothing, the regent of the Song Dynasty is really a handsome man!"
Baicaoshi's curiosity was aroused, and she also squeezed forward. Suzaku Street is too wide and there are too many people.
She saw a mighty team between the streets, escorting six black horses and pulling a gorgeous carriage. The carriage was inlaid with gold pearls, which was very luxurious. The curtains of the carriage parted, and the regent raised his hands, greeting the people like a superstar walking a red carpet.
Of course, this is the feeling of Baicaoshi.
The crowd is moving forward with the car.
Suddenly, someone in front of the crowd dropped an egg and threw it straight at the regent.
"Oh~" The exclamation was like the trajectory of an egg, with parabolic ups and downs, and the leader of the **** team of Song Dynasty gave a loud sound. The regent raised his finger, and the egg shattered in the air.
"Thank you for the love of the people of Yanjing. I respect the fertile soil of Yanjing for this egg."
An embarrassment that was about to cause a diplomatic accident was eliminated by the regent, and the people also admired him for his demeanor.
The focus of Baicao Poetry is not the eggs, but the voice, which is extremely familiar.
Yuan Xian.
It's really Yuan Xian!
She had already guessed that Yuan Xian was from the Pei family, but she didn't expect that he was actually the one in the highest position in the Pei family.
Regent of the Song Dynasty, so majestic.
North of Changjie, there are officials in charge of receiving the guard of honor of the Song Dynasty. The leader is a majestic man with a tiger's back and a monkey's waist.
He is the dean of Ganming Academy—Yi Zhaoxian.
"The Prince Regent has a good demeanor, and his generosity is admirable."
There was a distance of more than 100 meters, but Yi Zhao's strings sounded like a bell, and everyone in the venue could hear them clearly.
Yuan Xian stepped out of the carriage, stood on the side of the carriage, and clasped his arms in the distance, "President Yi, the number one warrior of the Great Yan, has long admired his name. It is an honor to meet you."
Yuan Xian, formerly known as Pei Yuanxian, was the regent of the Great Song Dynasty.
The two teams met, Yi Zhaoxian and Pei Yuanxian got off their horses one after another, and exchanged diplomatic salutes.
"The station is ready, just waiting for the regent to move in."
Pei Yuanxian was beaming with joy, "A few days ago, Xianxiu wrote a book in Xiangji Temple, and he is willing to discuss three rounds with Master Puji, who is in charge. Therefore, I will tell President Yi that Xian will not live in the inn, but please stay in the meditation room of Xiangji Temple until the peace talks are successful. , then the teacher will return to the country. I also ask Dean Yi to report back to His Majesty Emperor Yan."
The two countries met each other, and all the envoys went to the post house, and it was never heard that they would live in the temple.
Yi Zhaoxian's eyes shrank, "This is the capital of my country, where you want to live, I'm afraid you are the regent, so you can do whatever you want."
As he spoke, Yi Zhaoxian stretched out his hand and grabbed Pei Yuanxian's wrist.
It was too late to say it, and then a man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared beside Pei Yuanxian, his fingers fluttered, and Yi Zhaoxian was stopped. The teams of envoys from the two countries only felt that there were flowers and flowers in front of them. Yi Zhaoxian and the man in the bamboo hat had already dismantled dozens of tricks. A small field was formed between them, outsiders could not intervene, and the internal power struggle was extremely dangerous.
With a bang, the two each took a step back, but in the ears of the others, it seemed as if a thunder had exploded.
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