Chapter 146: Blowing incense and crossing the water to report to others

Cheng Azhu laughed and said seriously: "It's okay! Officials, Li Gonglin and Mi Fu have been eating and drinking in my house for a long time. Officials have taught them knowledge (gold law). They have learned a lot of methods from my official staff, and even used a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstones in my house. It was originally supposed to give them some calligraphy and paintings to the official staff."

What is a wife? This is a wife! The Song Dynasty was really the happiest era of perverts. Three wives and four concubines surrounded them, and they rarely competed for jealousy. Everyone maintained this family - this is a true feudal consciousness.

Chen Yiyi also responded immediately: "That's right, treat him as a friend, and he must dare to blame him, so don't ask my family for the color of paper and ink in the future..."

Zhao Xing sighed: "My wife is beautiful, I am private; my concubine is beautiful, I fear me; my guest is beautiful, I want to ask for it... Forget it, Li Gonglin likes to draw characters, flowers and birds, and I happened to bring back a spring painting of the harem from the Abbas dynasty in Arabia... Alas, it's too lewd, I hope I won't teach him badly!

I wrote a letter to Li Gonglin and gave him this picture album. I attached a page-by-page translation for me by man Hu, and told him: I can copy it at will, and after the matter is finished, he will return the copy or the original one, and he will do it."

Chen Yiyi flipped the picture of the erotic palace and threw it aside. Zhao Xing looked at the big box under his feet and sighed: "Mi Fu is a little troublesome. The things this guy likes are expensive goods. He actually likes the most - Jinshi, which is too luxurious."

Zhao Xing sighed and picked out more than twenty ores of large and small size from the box. He regretted and reluctantly put them in the small wooden box, saying sadly: "If I had known today, I shouldn't have provoked this Mi Dianzi... Alas, forgot, I'll give him a book of mineral journals written by the Arabs and ask him to find Hu Shang to translate and publish them in Bianliang City... Alas, I'm losing a lot."

The ore that had not been polished was very inconspicuous. Although Chen Yiyi was a little reluctant, she immediately thought: "It's okay, Brother Xing, the mine is still there, and there are endless ores on the mountain. I asked my father to send thousands of slaves to Kejin to dig. This thing is not expensive in the mining area. A pound of tea can be exchanged according to the pound. How much does Mi Fu want? Let's give it to me! Who told Brother Xing likes his paintings!"

Cheng Azhu nodded, exchanged gazes with Chen Yiyi, and said carefully: "Officials, there is another letter, yes..., yes..."

Zhao Xing casually replied: "Is it Ma Zhengqing (Ma Mengde)? What else is there in the capital? Yici Leye people just reported to me: The construction along the Grand Canal Loach Stack was very smooth and the accounts were very clear. I haven't come back for a few months. Is he asking for goods? I will start delivering goods to various trade routes tomorrow!"

Chen Yiyi jumped up and interrupted Zhao Xing: "It's not Ma Mengde, nor your teacher, nor your senior brothers. Guess who else in Bianliang City wrote you a letter?"

Chen Yiyi was very aggressive, which made Zhao Xing very puzzled.

I don’t have many acquaintances in Dasong. Who else can I have besides these people? Could it be...

What else does Chen Yiyi want to say? Cheng Azhu has handed over an envelope and revealed the answer.

The envelope is made of two carp-shaped wooden boards, with carp painted on both sides - in ancient times, "double carp" was called letters. These two wooden boards were tied together with ropes, and the rope was "seal", and untied the rope was called "seal".

The envelope reads, "A hundred concubines worship officials from the audience and go to the Liangzhe Road to Digong Lang, Hangzhou Prefecture, and personally demolished them."

"The handwriting is good, tsk, better than me!" Zhao Xing exclaimed, and then he nipped the last two words on the envelope with great weight: "Honey, why are you not aware of it? Who has removed my letter?...Okay, I won't pursue it the first time!"

Chen Yiyi snorted heavily, and Cheng Azhu explained with a smile: "If the official is not here, what if it is an urgent task, wouldn't it be a waste of the matter?"

What she means is: continue to demolish it in the future!

The letter is written on a love poem, the song "Remembering Qin E". Zhao Xingyong said: "The eyebrows are delicate. The spring mountains are shrouded in the scenery. The spring mountains are smiled for you, and the sorrow is frowning for you.

There is no news after the lovely parting. Who knows it? Who knows it? I can't sleep late at night, and I cross the river and flute."

Zhao Xing couldn't help but take a photo and appreciate it: "Good words, really good words."

Chen Yiyi glared at Zhao Xing with dissatisfaction and said, "Okay, where is the best? - There is another one here, I'll recite it to you: 'A Que. People are in the west corner of Yun. I believe there is wind and rain at dusk, lonely lamps and wine, and I can't help drinking.

Wrong. Who is wrong? I know that I have done it. I have sent you a lot of incense and returned home. I have taught you to read it and chew it carefully. ("Frost Heaven and Dawn")'"

"This song is good, this..." Zhao Xing pondered for a while and asked carefully: "I wrote it to me? Are you sure?"

Chen Yiyi nodded hatefully, Zhao Xing turned his gaze to Cheng Azhu. Cheng Azhu lowered his eyes and avoided Zhao Xing's gaze.

Zhao Xing was complacent: Someone wrote lyrics for me! When I came to the Song Dynasty, I could even get a lyrics for a lyrics. How happy it is!

Holding the poem mark, no, two poem marks, Zhao Xing looked over and over again excitedly, but the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The first poem is a lyrics of a lyrics of a boudoir. After the complaint, the lover didn't even give a message, which made the latter fall in love with the "singing in the middle of the night" in resentful way. The neighbors thought it was haunted - Pu Songling was here, so he would definitely write a "Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl".

Well, although Pu Songling was not in the Song Dynasty, it was okay. Su Dongpo, the ancestor of Chinese ghost stories, was there. If Su Dongpo knew about this, it would be impossible.

It's okay to just "sing in the middle of the night", but now the resentful woman actually fell in love with "drinking in the middle of the night". She complained while drinking, and sent a letter to condemn him for letting down his feelings, and then "teached him to read it, chew it carefully" - after reading the letter, she should commit suicide, run over and take the other party home, and think carefully about it.

What's going on? Who did I mess with?

Looking up at Cheng Azhu and Chen Yiyi, Zhao Xing wanted to write two words on his face: Innocence! Four words: I am very innocent!

But the two girls didn't look at Zhao Xing. They were full of condemnation from their hair to their toes, and Zhao Xing could not defend himself at all.

Zhao Xing thought for a moment and first used the exclusion method to eliminate the suspects one by one. He first asked: "Yuan Yeping... that guy is still in my castle. He doesn't have the habit of writing letters face to face, right? I'm nagging, wait, wait until I get a copper basin, you'll tell me."

Zhao Xing's expression finally made the two girls laugh. They rolled aside with laughter, and Chen Yiyi rolled on the ground even more. When they calmed their laughter, Cheng Azhu handed over two letters while revealing the answer: "It's Liao Xiaoxiao. We were in a hurry when we left, and we didn't say hello to her... Since she sent the first letter, I asked Ma Zhengqing. The little girl has washed away all her hair and stayed in her door every day, and only enjoyed teaching the girls.

After receiving the letter, Uncle Ma went to see her and heard that she had a hard life. Although Uncle Ma left her some money, she accepted it, but she still had a simple meal every day. Even when her former sisters came to her, she kept her from accepting her. When Uncle Ma saw her, she asked her what she had. This was her second letter of words - 'Let's read it, chew it carefully!'"

Zhao Xing looked at the two poems in his hand, feeling a little reluctant to leave - it was not that he was reluctant to leave Liao Xiaoxiao's beauty, but that he was reluctant to leave: a woman with such talent would have to accompany her for a lifetime in the future. What would later generations think of him when they read these two poems? A heartless man? A lovely man? A prodigal son?

Thinking of these two poems, Zhao Xing suddenly felt annoyed again. It turned out that the person who knew how to write poetry the most in the Song Dynasty was me!

What era is this? Even the daughter of the postman, the incense seller, the hat, the servant, and the servant are scholars, and they can sing a few good lines of eternal origins, but I have a lot of economics and can't even write a wrong poem.

What kind of world is it?!

This is an era of poetry! Born in this era is Zhao Xing's luck and his misfortune.

Cheng Azhu poked Chen Yiyi, and Chen Yiyi coughed twice, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Look at his reluctant look, hum, I always stare at him in the capital, and always open one eye when I sleep, for fear that he will be caught by the foxes from the capital. Unexpectedly, I didn't see him doing anything, and just hooked up under our noses into a rape, hum!"

Cheng Azhu poked Yi Yi again, and couldn't help but speak: "I have discussed with Sister Chen..."

"No need to discuss it. If I don't collect the woman who is so affectionate, passionate and talented, I will let these two good words down, and I will let me down... I thought: Azhu is not very proficient in official etiquette, so she asked Yi Yi to serve those pickled officials - they are not worthy! Liao Xiaoxiao is just right. She was already doing the job of welcoming and sending off, and she knew everything when and at any time.

It was decided like this: When Liao Xiaoxiao comes, the family affairs will be hosted by Azhu; the industrial operation will be done by Yiyi; welcoming guests and hosting the banquet, and she will be the only one. Send her a letter and pick her up..."

"Hmph, you're cheap." Hearing the love for her in his words, Yi Yi no longer insisted: "We have sent the letter and the fleet has also received orders. As the saying goes, she is already on the way!"

Zhao Xing nodded slightly.

When I came to the Song Dynasty, loving Azhu is my obligation, loving Yiyi is my interest, what is Liao Xiaoxiao? Do you appreciate it? Are you merciful?

I'm always too soft-hearted.

Turning his head, Zhao Xing picked up the Arab erotic picture and asked Azhu with his eyes slanted: "This thing...ah, Yiyi is still young, forget it. Azhu, let's try it?"

Azhu blushed on her face, and Yi Yi pouted: "What?...Okay, you guys try it, I'll watch it...Watch it, I'll watch it!"

"Go!" Azhu hit Yi Yi with her hands: "The kid's house... the official, why do you say these in front of people..."

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Xing laughed very lewdly. He hugged Azhu and smiled at Yi Yi: "What? Do you really want to observe? Go with me?"

Yi Yi shrank and slipped away in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Xing leaned over and kissed him, and Azhu had become soft and mud...

The next day, Zhang Dun was awakened by the call of his son. After stopping diarrhea, after a day of sleep, Zhang Yuan was already hungry. He kept shouting: "Water". When he was completely awake, he saw an old father's face. Zhang Dun looked at his eldest son, his eyes were wet and murmured: "What a miracle doctor, what a miracle doctor!"

Doctors in the Song Dynasty emphasized that "the disease comes like a mountain, and the disease goes like a thread to draw." It is extremely rare for patients like Zhang Yuan who have diarrhea to coma to wake up the next day. Zhang Yuan can do this because he has supplemented normal saline... But Zhao Xing will never tell this secret.

Seeing that his son was awake, Zhang Dun hurried out of his son's bedroom and greeted his servants to bring food. It was not until now that he realized the benefits of this small building.

This small building has a very spacious kitchen inside the building. The servant slept under the same eaves. When Zhang Dun shouted, the servant brought the salty porridge stewed on the fire. Two Japanese girls stepped forward and fed Zhang Yuan a spoonful of porridge with small metal spoons...

Zhang Dun felt very happy that his son was able to eat.

After taking a few bites, Zhang Yuan suddenly stopped moving. He pointed out the window and asked Zhang Dun: "Father, what's the sound?"

Zhang Yuan's ward is arranged like a modern person's bedroom, a large bed, several wardrobes, a soft couch, and a desk and bookcase. Zhang Dun slept on the soft couch yesterday. Zhang Yuan's awakening just now made him extremely excited. He did not hear any movement except his son's voice. At this moment, when Zhang Yuan asked, he immediately noticed the sound outside the window.

There were sounds of horse hooves, and the sounds of horse hooves were mixed with shouts of killing, shouts, running, chopping... It seemed that a battle was going on outside the window.

After hearing this for a moment, Zhang Dun shook his head gently: "This is Zhao Liren's castle? Who can climb over such a tall stone wall and enter the castle to launch an attack? Besides, this is Hangzhou, and I haven't heard of bandits who dare to attack... I'll go and take a look!"

Zhang Dun had observed yesterday that in addition to the castle wall, there were only 1,500 workers who built the Iron Fort at the highest point on the hillside, and they were all strong men. He also heard that Zhao Xing was good at organizing and mobilizing personnel and dared to attack the residence of an organizational expert in the Song Dynasty. Who was full and wanted to die?

There was indeed a sound of fighting outside the window, slashing and fisting to the flesh. Zhang Dun was full of doubts, but the two Japanese girls in the room were still calmly sucking their cherry lips and concentrating on blowing the hot porridge in the spoon. Their calm attitude made Zhang Dun nervous. He stood up calmly, with his hands behind his back, and a kind-hearted expression on his face: "Don't panic, wait for the father to see."

Zhang Dun and the others lived in guest rooms. The house was halfway up the hillside, and the noise came from behind the hillside through Zhao Xing's house. Zhang Dun held his hands behind his back and walked towards the noisy place calmly. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped - he seemed to have forgotten something again?

Looking back suddenly, the mountains and flowers are blooming.

Overnight, all the flowers and trees all over the mountain bloomed. There were several varieties of those flowers, including green-skinned cherry trees, millet-brown bark, leaves like lanceolate, flowers like double petals, white pink; there were colorful cherry blossoms, with large flowers and rose-colored, and dense branches slashed down from the top of the tree, like a colorful ray...

Overnight, the cherry blossoms bloomed rapidly. They bloomed brightly and brilliantly, with a kind of blooming in struggle. They seemed to be afraid of missing a good time, so they tried their best to bloom together with the beauty they had accumulated throughout their lives.

It suddenly came and was unstoppable. Then it fell in the wind. There was no nostalgia, as if it was a flower blowing snow. The cherry blossoms bloomed on the side of the forest, and the pink and white petals were still falling.

Suddenly I thought that this might be the most fulfilling flower. Because it dies early, it is like a life of hard work, and there is no chance to become bad. So I leave a lifelong recollection.

Maybe it's sad, but it's beautiful.

The breeze blows gently, and the petals of the tree are dancing with the breeze. Under the rain of the petals, a man in plain white Tang suit disguised his hair, holding a folding fan in his hand, wandering under the flower tree with obsessive expression, as if he was muttering something in his mouth, as if he was writing a poem.

That man Zhang Dun knew the beautiful Japanese man Yuanyeping.

Zhang Dun was attracted by this scene and couldn't help but walk for a while. He remembered two lines of poetry and remembered his son waiting for the answer in the room. He hurried a few steps, walked through Zhao Xing's house, and came to the high hillside.

The hillside turned a corner here and began to move downward. Below is a green grass, and some places have trampled on it, bare soil has been exposed. From the side of this slope, the castle stone walls extending to the foot of the mountain, were all full of people. They were waving various equipment, as if exercising. Zhang Dun, who had managed the army, recognized that the equipment was basically related to the army, and they were all equipment that exercised their strength similar to stone locks and stone bars.

The most conspicuous thing in the center of the grass is Zhao Xing - perhaps a giant man similar to Zhao Xing. Because he was wearing full armor and even his face was covered in iron armor, he was riding on a tall horse, holding a round shield in one hand and a spear in the other hand, running back and forth from the bottom of the slope to the slope, and then from the slope to the bottom of the slope to the bottom of the slope.

Every time he ran to the top of the slope, Zhao Xing always blocked his body with a shield, and his other hand stabbed the spear in his hand forward with force, which was futile again and again, but Zhao Xing was still insisting.

After watching Zhao Xing repeat this monotonous action repeatedly, Zhang Dun was crazy about it. Finally, Zhao Xing's movements changed a little, and he heard a tingling sound at the tip of his spear, as if he had stabbed something. Zhang Dun looked carefully and found an iron ring hanging in the air.

The iron ring drifted with the wind. Every time Zhao Xing rode his horse back and forth, he tried hard to stab the spear tip into the ring. This time he finally got his wish.

The spear penetrated the gap in the iron ring. The fast horse ran too fast, and Zhao Xing seemed to have no time to pull out the spear from the ring. He abandoned the spear and rushed by without looking back. When he returned to the top of the slope, he had another scimitar in his right hand. This time he ran around and repeatedly chopped the iron ring with a scimitar... So the monotonous movement was repeated and repeated until the scimitar hit the iron ring.

Zhang Dun looked at it for a long time and forgot to go back to comfort his son. When Zhao Xing abandoned the scimitar this time, he ran down the slope and turned over and jumped off the horse. Then, his disciple rode a horse and repeated Zhao Xing's actions just now. Zhao Xing stood there and watched others fight.

The fight was the vassal warriors that Zhang Dun had seen yesterday. The eight of them were divided into four teams, fighting each other, and fisting to the flesh. The fighting sounds that Zhang Dun had heard in the room came from this.

Around this group of mountain warriors, there were several shirtless people playing with barbells.

Zhao Xing untied his armor and took off his helmet. He watched the fight between the high mountain warriors, let out a bad cry, jumped into the circle and even the group of people started fighting, and they were halfway through. He looked up and saw Zhang Dun standing alone on the hillside. In a daze, he was pressed under his body by two Gurkha warriors and could not move.
To be continued...