Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 23 [I Can't Control It]

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[Lin'an Prefecture]

The murals of the main hall are engraved with [inscriptions], and the land of the Southern Song Dynasty is covered with red hills.

The [Old Servant] is outside the hall to welcome the upcoming [Vinette Guests].

He fluttered his long sleeves and glanced into the distance, lifted a long handle in his hand, and lowered his head.

He said: "The emperor has been waiting for you for a long time, His Royal Highness..."

Wang Xuan looked back in silence, but the old slave quickly lowered his head again.

All the way to [Hangzhou] in a carriage, "it's really not easy."

He barely straightened his back, showing the feeling of [Under King's Landing], "The feeling of seeing the emperor for the first time should be very solemn..."

He laughed at the listless Wang Shiyu and muttered casually.

"How about we kneel down and kowtow to him first?"

Wang Shiyu shook her head, "[Equal Sitting] Do you understand?"

Wang Xuan bowed at first, but [Zhao Kuo] this guy is obviously not up to the mark.

He sat on the dragon chair and smiled for no apparent reason. "Your Royal Highness [Pingyong Country], congratulations..."

Wang Xuan didn't understand what Zhao Kuo was referring to, so he just asked back.

"Of course it's you who [ascended the throne]..."

When Zhao Kuo spoke, his tone was extremely joking.

He responded lightly [that is inevitable].

However, there is some [hostility] in his speech and demeanor, which is obviously not out of Wang Xuan's original wish.

But as a [junior] [27 years old], "This guy seems to be defiant and unscrupulous..."

He straightened up and congratulated Zhao Kuo instead.

On the contrary, the smile of the man on the dragon chair became slightly dull.

"Your Highness, why did you say that?"

"That's because, didn't you also get the [Confidential Drawings]?"

"It's a nice [baby]..."

"No matter how many treasures there are in the world, no one can buy them or steal them..."

After Zhao Kuo sat on the dragon chair and listened, he smiled slightly, looked around and stood up abruptly, as if thinking of something.

"Snapped"

I saw him slapping his palm on his forehead, making a gesture of extreme gaffe.

"I don't know, where is my [Fan Chengda] bachelor?!"

Wang Xuan was stunned, he didn't have time to think deeply, so he bowed his waist and kowtowed quickly.

"This person has been buried in his own country..."

He smiled without changing his face, then sat down and let out a soft sigh.

"Forget it, let it be, anyway [Fan Chengda] is living a horrible life..."

"Death is clean, death is worthy..."

Wang Xuan bent over, Zhao Kuo's voice was even louder.

What he didn't expect was that the powerful ministers on both sides undoubtedly said, "The king's words can be called [truth]..."

[People talk about words] Sometimes it is the most chilling.

"Lu Daizhi has already reported this matter to me..."

"Since Your Royal Highness buried him for me, I will also thank you for Bachelor [Fan Chengda]..."

"Don't dare to be..."

Before Wang Xuan raised his head and finished speaking, Zhao Kuo ordered a grand banquet.

"When you come to the [Southern Song Dynasty], you need to fulfill the [property of the landlord]. We are not a [small country], and we have to have some rules when doing things..."

Wang Xuan grinned, "That's natural..."

"We are [guests], you are [jun], if you say what to do, then do what you want..."

"However, now I have to ask you for someone first..."

Zhao Kuo listened.

"This person's name is [Suo Li Tao]."

"It's [Bai Dashuai]'s subordinate, I don't know if [the emperor] can let me meet him..."

"What? Your Majesty the Sovereign also has a [relationship] with this person?"

"That's not true. I just met him once and liked him. This time I can come to [Southern Song Dynasty] and I want to see him again, so that I can feel at ease..."

"I wonder if [King Zhao] can?"

"Now?"

Zhao Kuo shook his head with a dazed expression. "I don't know [Suo Li Tao] in your mouth..."

"If you want to find someone, then I can help you, but now..."

"I think His Majesty has just arrived, and the journey is exhausting. We shouldn't [talk about business]..."

"Why not, how about setting the [banquet] at [evening]?"

"Today?" Wang Xuan glanced at Wang Shiyu on the left, and asked back.

"Of course, just today..."

While talking, Zhao Kuo waved away the court ministers and walked towards Wang Xuan.

There is a subtle focus in the eyes.

"Please follow me, Your Majesty..."

He fiddled with the apron, and it looked like his unripe nipples were still floating.

Passing through several courtyards and rockery with waterfalls flowing, a woman was reciting poems and composing music.

He stopped in a daze, put his hand in front of Wang Xuan, and whispered like a child.

"You have to do me a favor later..."

He started calling the woman's name, but the waterfall fell.

It seems that the torrent is blocking all this.

"Cinnamon twig..."

"Cinnamon twig..."

As if she really heard it, she slightly brushed her black hair to the sideburns next to her ears, with a full smile on her face.

There were almost tears in her eyes, and she didn't realize until they walked into the long pavilion covered by the white cloth.

Standing up quickly, the beauty on his face lost the beauty he admired from afar.

But with a crystal clear face, she is a very delicate woman.

Wang Xuan looked at Wang Shiyu again, she put the [men's clothes] on her body with a blank expression.

His system gradually gave the answer.

[According to the psychic book: This person's name is Yang Guizhi, and he is over 33 years old. ]
This name can't help but remind Wang Xuan of the records in [Unofficial History] on [History Atlas].

[It is said that Song Ningzong's ex-wife [Han Shi] passed away, and he later married [Yang Guizhi]...]
"In the end, it seems that I still became a queen [listen to the government]..."

"oh oh…"

Enlightened, he took a step to bow.

But now Yang Guizhi still looks very [lonely and helpless].

She played the qin and odes to become [Pingle Junfu] alone, and it was more than enough to have two or three maids by her side.

"We met for the first time, and I still miss Mrs. Yang's negligence..."

"Where where..."

"You should be His Royal Highness [Pingyong Country]?"

"Sure enough, being famous is not as good as being far-sighted, very magnanimous..."

Wang Xuan nodded, feeling a little puzzled.

"It seems that Mrs. Yang knows something about me?"

She shook her head, hurriedly made tea for everyone to sit down, put down [Qin Score] and took out four "Masterpieces" from the wooden cabinet.

It turned out that it was the book Lu You brought back from [Pingyong Country] last time, and today it is overwhelming the streets and alleys of [Southern Song Dynasty].

The storytelling of the teahouse, the composition of Goulan, and [Wenyan Shihua] are all quoted from here...

"It's a pity that "Water Margin" was delayed."

Wang Xuan recalled the entanglement he had when he tampered with "Water Margin". After all, the times [collision], we couldn't include [Southern Song Dynasty]...

"Fortunately, one night [change of dynasty] finally [turned over]."

Zhao Kuo tasted the tea and continued: "She can't put it down just these few books..."

Yang Guizhi pursed his lips as he listened, turning a few pages to ponder.

"I'm not talented, I just like to watch a little bit, and comfort my soul every day."

Wang Xuan nodded, "Reading is so good..."

"If Mrs. Yang likes it, I have some other [articles] here..."

"Oh?"

When Zhao Kuo heard this, he was impatient and wanted him to show it.

He turned his head and glanced at Wang Shiyu, the woman's face didn't seem to be very interested.

She stared at the rockery without nodding.

"Then I will write a poem, but I need Mrs. Yang to come with me."

"How about she play me and sing?"

"Okay!" Zhao Kuo stood up, exactly what he meant.

Yang Guizhi picked the strings and pushed the teacup a little further.

Wang Xuan sang, trying to bring out all of Nalan Xingde's words.

mind, just pick the best one out of them.

The title of my poem is: "[Mulan Ci·Imitation of Ancient Jue]"

"If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan."

"Easy to change but the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is changeable."

"Lishan language is half past midnight, tears and rain and rain and bells will never complain."

"How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will make a wish that day."

As the sound of the piano stopped, Wang Xuan hadn't finished singing the second half of the poem.

Only listening to the outside of the white curtain, a woman's voice was particularly indignant.

"emperor…"

"what are you doing there?!"

Wang Xuan looked at Zhao Kuo, while he shouted to the outside in a panic.

"what?!"

"It's okay, [Empress Han] I'm discussing [poems] with [March Pingyong Kingdom] here..."

Zhao Kuo muttered and was dragged up by her.

[Han family: Southern Song Dynasty [Song Ningzong's wife], the current queen status. ]
Wang Xuan was a little confused looking at the woman, but luckily her attention was obviously not on him.

She took Zhao Kuo's hand and acted like a baby, and the stubbornness and anger on her face gradually merged into one.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the chill in spring won't go away for a long time, why are you running around now?"

"Like this beautiful mountain and clear water, why don't you just send someone to build one in the backyard of our bedroom..."

"In the future, if you want to see mountains and rivers, they will be within reach."

"Now hurry back to the palace to rest, do you think so?"

"to make…"

Zhao Kuo grinned, nodded and teased [Han Shi]'s chin with his fingers, making a barbaric smile.

She beat him with her fist and said, "It's so itchy, I hate it..."

The intimate actions of the two seemed to not shy away from everyone at all, and Wang Xuan even felt sick.

But after being glanced back by the Han family, he felt nothing at all, and his hairs stood on end.

Zhao Kuo shook his head, and later insisted on "hug..." in public

He was stunned, but in the next second, Han Shi really stretched out his arms to hug him like a [mother], as if comforting his [child].

He kept saying, "Hug, hug, it's all right now..."

Zhao Kuo was dissatisfied, but he lingered for a while and spoke to Wang Xuan again.

"Your Highness, you are not allowed to be late for the dinner..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away, attached to [Han Shi].

Wang Xuan who was left was still greatly surprised, but Wang Shiyu was unmoved.

Yang Guizhi from behind said: "Your Majesty has always been like this..."

She put away the "Masterpiece", and Wang Xuan realized it.

[[Song Ningzong] of the Southern Song Dynasty was actually a "fool"]
"Is it young?"

He repeatedly questioned whether he was qualified to be a [history teacher].

But above the imperial court, how can he [conceal the truth]?

Could it be that the eunuchs are manipulating [state affairs] or [the queen] is manipulating [authority]?
"No, maybe there is also his father [Song Guangzong], right?!"

Wang Xuan was thinking about the old man [Zhao Dun] who was [about to die], at one moment and another at another, he guessed that he was being overwhelmed.

But life in the [Southern Song Dynasty] has to go on.

From [1196] to [1279], Wang Xuan couldn't help smiling wryly seeing the huge difference in the years.

"I didn't come to the Southern Song Dynasty to deal with state affairs..."

"Yes, avenge [Xiao Li]'s great revenge, and I will leave..."

He squeezed his fist, got up and said goodbye [Yang Guizhi].

Turning his head to look, he found that Wang Shiyu was still blind-eyed and distracted.

"Hey! What's the matter with you today?"

Wang Shiyu covered her face with her hands and yawned with her mouth wide open.

"Sleepy…"

She spoke weakly, then pointed out her fingers.

"Three days."

"Three days in the carriage, your snoring hasn't stopped at all..."

"I suffer from insomnia, and I can barely move until today [Southern Song Dynasty]."

"Then you're blaming me?"

Wang Xuan ignored her and walked away, leading her everywhere [seeing her differently].

As expected, this behavior will definitely make [Ping Yongguo] lose face.

"You guy, didn't you say that you are [His Royal Highness]?"

"I don't know, [Her Royal Highness] is a person who has such a low sense of national honor and disgrace..."

"Quickly cheer me up!"

Wang Shiyu lowered her head and "hummed", "I'll definitely be fine after a night of sleep!"

After finishing speaking, the whole person was like a pile of mismatched skeletons completely lying on Wang Xuan's shoulders.

"Hey…"

"Hey…"

He carried her on his back and walked vigorously, but this [unusual] scene looked more like a clown to [Southern Song Dynasty people].

It is a [sin] to ask a 160cm person to resolutely pick up a 185cm [guy].

Wang Shiyu's ankle dragged on the ground, and Wang Xuan's limbs were very uncoordinated.

"Her grandma..."

He looked at her and kept cursing, "A fat pig!!"

After a while of cursing, the whole person felt ecstatic.

"Feed half of it..." he muttered. "This will come in handy..."

Hearing a "Gudong", Wang Shiyu's eyes widened immediately.

"Hey, wake up..."

He pinched her face with his hands.

Wang Shiyu, who was lying flat on the ground, frowned, her fingers began to twitch continuously, and she twisted her body twice, her face flushed.

"What did you make me drink?!"

She jumped up suddenly, her expression seemed a little excited.

But she understood that the strange [object] that she had [not so long ago] was slowly haunting.

As a [woman], she was even flushed.

She was depressed, but couldn't bear it [full of medicine].

"Hey…"

"You, don't come here..."

Wang Xuan hurriedly stuffed [children's urine] into his cuffs, but never thought that there would be [such effects]...

He was almost [picked up] by Wang Shiyu on the spot, but fortunately he hid quickly, and the two of them walked around in the small room.

While chasing Wang Shiyu, he still scolded Wang Xuan for being a [bastard].

"What did you let me drink?!"

Her face became more and more red, but the door had already been locked by Wang Xuan.

"After all, you are like this now, you can't go out!"

"Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you two are finished, it's [Ping Yongguo] who loses face..."

Wang Shiyu naturally understood.

"Then stay away from me!!!"

"it is good…"

Wang Xuan hid on the side of the round table, while Wang Shimei trembled slightly while supporting the wooden pillar.

Her body floated from time to time, making her panting.

But [two moments] later, his complexion gradually returned to normal.

She fell on the ground, full of energy, called Wang Xuan over and immediately pointed at him and said, "In the future, stop feeding me [messy] things..."

He smiled and nodded sincerely.

(End of this chapter)