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

Chapter 24 Southern Song Dynasty [Sectarian Theory]

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There was an [immortal spirit] flowing at the dinner party in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the steaming heat created by the big furnace made it difficult to distinguish the cold wind outside the hall.

Several maids carried the dishes back and forth, and glanced at Wang Xuan from time to time, with quite a surprise on their faces.

"So dignified, so gorgeous..."

Similar innumerable compliments are the [yearning] of every lowly woman.

Among them, there were those who personally gave Wang Xuan [welcoming dishes], and there was a brief pause before the introduction.

"Your Majesty... Your Highness..."

The envious look in their eyes made them [unreachable] even look at each other.

Hundreds of powerful officials can naturally see that [men are superior to women] [men are superior to women], no one dares to mention these.

They discussed [drinking] to [receive the wind and cleanse the dust] for Wang Xuan.

However, it seemed that Zhao Kuo always had an indescribable pain on his face.

He leaned against [Han's] and looked a little depressed.

He stretched out his finger and drew a circle as an empty gesture, complaining repeatedly in his mouth.

"They still have them, I didn't invite..."

Wang Xuan was drinking, silently ignoring and trying not to set an example.

Han Shi nodded, and she replied, "They are all relatives who work for you..."

Zhao Kuo shook his head, drooped his head, then stood up and looked at Wang Xuan.

He raised his glass with a bright face, "He has become another person again..."

Facing the glasses respectfully, what Zhao Kuo drank was not [wine], but [tea].Wang Xuan took out the [Biluochun] from his bosom and poured it into the teacup to overflow.

Han took a sip, "Not hot..."

Then he fed it to Zhao Kuo, and Wang Xuan saw it.

"Could he be pretending..."

The image of Zhao Kuo is very vivid, with both hands dragging the bottom of the cup, lips pursed, and a simple smile.

"Mrs. Han..."

Wang Xuan called her coldly, his whole body trembling.

Perhaps because of the [eyes], every time they look at [Mrs. Han], it's like standing in the snow on a plateau.

"Mrs. Han..."

The ice crystals in his heart gradually melted, and the flow of his tone made [Han Shi], who tasted tea, look at him curiously.

"What's wrong? Your Highness..."

"I'm just a little envious of you..."

Wang Xuan said lightly, but [Han Shi] who heard these words didn't seem to [care].

She smiled slowly.

"You are the monarch of [Pingyong Kingdom], I am just the queen of [Southern Song Dynasty]..."

"Envy, I can't talk about..."

"But, compared to them..."

Han glanced at the many maids in the audience, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Days, I've enjoyed it a lot..."

She shuttled the chopsticks, picked up a piece of lean meat and brought it to Zhao Kuo's mouth. "tasty…"

He grinned, and Han picked up another piece and handed it to him.

Afterwards, he had a sip of tea and talked with Wang Xuan about [Bai Dashuai].

"I don't know His Majesty the Sovereign, why are you looking for Marshal Bai when you come here this time?"

Han said softly, "Marshal Bai is my [friend]..."

"Oh I got it…"

Wang Xuan glanced at Zhao Kuo who was between the two of them, while he licked a bowl of [broth] by himself like a child.

He raised his head and smiled, then looked at the two who had been silent for a long time, with a slightly stubborn tone.

"You guys keep chatting, leave me alone..."

After speaking, Han shook her head and spoke softly.

"He, that's it, it's been like this all year round..."

"His Royal Highness, don't mind, you just say, we are just chatting [homework] that's all..."

Wang Xuan drank the wine, refilled a glass of Biluochun, and continued.

"Do you know the subordinate [Suo Litao] of [Bai Dashuai]?"

"Of course, it's the guy named [Third Shopkeeper], right? He came to my palace two days ago to please be safe early in the morning..."

"At that time, he was in a panic and it was rare for me to scold him..."

"What? Your Majesty the Sovereign has something to do with him?"

Wang Xuan was going to tell [Xiao Li]'s [murder case], but after thinking about it for a while, he stopped talking.

"That's not..."

"I just don't know where he is now?"

"Madam Han, do you know?"

"In fact, I have never met him, but I was lucky enough to meet him once, so I am very interested..."

"Oh I got it…"

Han shi was practicing cooking, but was a little silent after listening.

"I don't know, does Mrs. Han know where his family lives?"

When Wang Xuan asked, Han hurriedly put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Of course I know..."

"Not far from [Lin'an Mansion], there is a teahouse called [Baijiazhai]..."

"He usually lives there, but..."

Holding a handkerchief, Han began to wipe her mouth.

"Since [Suo Litao] became an officer of [Trade Corps], his daily whereabouts have also been erratic."

"Looks like I went to [Dali] not far away yesterday..."

Wang Xuan was still surprised, but Zhao Kuo in the middle became agitated again.

His inexplicable face was flushed, and he was extremely angry, and the [broth] in front of him was sprinkled on the altar.

"Zhao Ruyu! Zhao Ruyu!"

Among all the officials, a dingy man stepped forward, bent over and knelt down to bow down.

"emperor…"

"emperor…"

Han forced Zhao Kuo's head to point at himself with his hands, and then pressed a handkerchief against his mouth, but a light touch made this [man] mouth full of foul words.

"Go away!!"

Han Shi gave him a hard look, then withdrew his hand, blushing.

Wang Xuan sat aside, staring at Zhao Kuo who was slowly standing up, and that [emperor] became another person again.

He went straight to the altar and kicked hard on the shoulder of the kneeling man.

Then he sat down with his buttocks, looking smug.

The squatting man kept coughing and called "Emperor" over and over again, which obviously didn't work.

Zhao Kuo spat out phlegm and called out, "Zhao Ruyu, you are so brave..."

Immediately afterwards, he was pulled down by Han Shi, crying mercilessly.

"I hate Zhao Ruyu!"

He complained to [Han Shi] carelessly, and the kneeling man was raised by [Han Shi].

"Mr. Zhu, please go back..."

"Yes, empress..."

The man nodded and said, his black hat is not small at all.

"Zhao Ruyu? Mr. Zhu?"

Wang Xuan looked at the man who retreated from the hall, his [face] was much less vicissitudes than that of the old [Lu You].

Baiguan tidied up his official uniforms, while Han embraced the weeping Zhao Kuo to comfort him. "Don't cry, don't cry..."

"never mind…"

With everyone saying their goodbyes, this [dinner party] can only end.

"King Zhao's mood has changed a lot..."

Listening to Han's tone, Wang Xuan seemed to have gotten used to it.

All the officials still have some [can't bear to look straight], but they seem to [accept], as [Song Guangzong]'s only [direct line], I really don't know how long it can last...

he thought deeply.

I and Wang Shiyu were placed by [Han Shi] to rest in the two pavilions of the palace.

"If His Majesty is not afraid of trouble, you can stay for a few more days, and I will take care of everything for you."

"When he comes back, it will only be three days or five years..."

[Han Shi] grinned awkwardly, Zhao Kuo on her side touched her butt and kept saying, "I want to sleep..."

Wang Xuan ignored it lightly and agreed for the time being.

Back at the head of the bed, he lay tiredly on the bed and recalled the [absurdity] of the day.

In history textbooks, Yang Guizhi [listens behind a curtain] is conclusive. For such a [king], being his [wife] is really [combined sorrow and joy].

Even if you don't stare at it for a while, you will cause trouble.

[Han family: Nine sons and one daughter all died at an early age...]
"But is he really stupid or fake?"

Wang Xuan felt a little pain in his chest, thinking about the [broken things] in the [Southern Song Dynasty] is really frightening.

"But it looks like [Han Shi] is still a nice woman..."

Wang Shiyu walked around the room without speaking.

"Hey, let me talk to you..."

"Well, she's a nice woman, okay..."

Wang Xuan glanced at her, but she hummed angrily, uttering half a word after a while.

"I want to sleep, but not sleepy!"

He smiled, "Then I can't help it..."

"You drank all [the panacea], and it is estimated that you will not be able to fall asleep for a day or two."

"You still said..."

Wang Shiyu blushed and sat at the tea table.

"In my opinion, Mrs. Han doesn't seem like a good person..."

"How to say?"

Wang Xuan lay down and talked, thoughtful.

"Because, she is obviously [playing tricks]..."

"Tell me, she knows that [Zhao Wang] is very dull, but why doesn't she [meet] first?"

"Also, she has been with [Zhao Wang] every step of the way this day, obviously he only listens to her, right?"

"Since they only listen to her, is it either the two of them conspiring together, or [Han's] manipulating [Zhao Wang] again?"

"[Zhu Xi] was so insulted tonight, it is very likely that [Zhao Wang] was really born [dull] and that's why he went crazy..."

"Then it's more certain that she [Han's] is in control of the situation..."

Wang Shiyu said earnestly, when he turned his head, Wang Xuan had already half sat up.

"Zhu Xi..."

He muttered in his mouth, completely throwing [Zhao Wang] thousands of miles away in his mind.

"Instead of helping [Ping Yongguo] get rich by creating [props], why not just take [Zhu Xi's] [Confucianism] back and vigorously promote it?"

"One is to cross [slave society], and two is to [mainstream process]..."

"right…"

Wang Xuan stepped on the wooden board and sat on the tea table, an oil lamp was lit everywhere [dimly].

"Judging from your tone, do you know senior Zhu Xi?"

Wang Shiyu nodded, "That's natural."

"Five years ago, when I visited [Southern Song Dynasty], it was still the world of [Zhao Wang] his father [Song Guangzong] Zhao Dun..."

"Later, when I heard that [the old man] was no match for [Quan], he abdicated to his son, and Zhu Xi was also [suspended] somehow."

"The one with Zhu Xi is [Zhao Ruyu], I heard that two years ago [drive the crane to the west]..."

Wang Xuan weighed the teacup and nodded again.

"At the stage of [Song Ningzong], the forces of various countries are still divided, and [Zhao Ruyu] is [the surrender faction]..."

"The ready-made national power has not yet reached the point of [seeking peace], and it will indeed be suppressed..."

"But how did his [dying man] provoke Zhao Kuo until now [sorrowful]?"

Wang Xuan was puzzled, so he shook the porcelain cup in his hand, put it down and returned to the bed.

"Tomorrow, take me to see [Senior Zhu]..."

"What are you paying attention to again?"

Wang Shiyu asked back, drank up the tea and wiped her mouth.

"Although [Senior Zhu] is giving someone a handle now, but anyway, isn't he also your [old acquaintance]?"

"It's rare to come to [Southern Song Dynasty], so I'll visit him for you, shouldn't I?"

"For me?" Wang Shiyu smiled, "Aren't you me, Your Highness?"

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows, "I was tricked again..."

"Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger..."

"I was thinking about how I would make you happy to make up for today's [embarrassment], but you've been picking on me all day long?"

Wang Shiyu blew out the oil lamp unhurriedly as he listened.

"call…"

A wisp of white smoke floated in the sky, and Wang Xuan silently watched the black shadow walk to the door.

"I don't think so..."

"If you are really [Her Royal Highness], then don't hurt your heart..."

"Mr. Zhu Xi is old, you have to be sure when you speak."

Wang Xuan said "um", and the blurry black shadow disappeared completely with a "bang".

He lay on the bed with his legs crossed, and he could only think about [the most deadly question] when he was alone.

"Wang Shiyu..."

[A woman who is good at calculating and good at the art of war...]
Under the noses of all the great powers, what would it take to resolutely become a [Queen]...

Maybe it's [Xia San Chao] or [Divorce], maybe it's not.

What would that be?

Wang Xuan couldn't help thinking of a passage that once appeared in [Politics Book]: [The communication between countries is always the communication of interests...]
[Interests can turn enemies into friends; interests can also turn friends into enemies. ]
He curled up and put on the quilt, and the warm feeling made Wang Xuan slowly fall asleep.

[Second watch]

Wang Shiyu's knock on the door wasn't very loud, she had already brought a plate of tea to wait for Wang Xuan to get out of bed early in the morning.

"Wake up, Your Majesty..."

She walked in while yelling, seeing that Wang Xuan was awake, she just handed the tea to him and told him.

"Hot..."

He nodded, sat on the stool and took out [children's urine] to look at it.

A bottle of orange-yellow glass is covered with film, and there is no [manufacturer and raw material] on the front and back.

"what is this?"

Wang Shiyu sat down and asked, but Wang Xuan put it back into his cuff impatiently.

"Not a good thing..."

He dealt with it casually, I'm afraid that if he said it early in the morning, [Wang Shiyu] would blow his beard and stare.

"When can we go see the old man [Zhu Xi]?"

"Now…"

As Wang Shiyu said, he pointed to the [meals] set on the tea table, and two accompanying maids were standing outside the door to guard.

"Mrs. Han sent someone to do it for you. She said you got up too late, so I temporarily pretended to be [overworked]."

"turn out to be…"

Wang Xuan stood up and went to the dish silently to practice a few mouthfuls, "Well, it's delicious..."

As he spoke, he began to keep shouting to the two maids outside the door.

"Have you eaten yet?"

The maids shook their heads, not daring to speak up.

After glancing at Wang Xuan, the two murmured, "Your Highness, please use it slowly..."

They have rosy cheeks, and all of them are seventeen or eighteen-year-old [little girls].

Wang Xuan looked down at the soles of [Three-inch Golden Lotus], and his heart was full of pity, welling up in his heart.

Although the appearance and physique are mature and decent, the inner [feudal morality] of [Southern Song Dynasty] maids gives people the impression that they are immature and well-behaved.

"Come on, don't be afraid..."

"Come and sit down..."

They shook their heads, and then they were pushed from behind by Wang Xuan to the chairs and sat there blankly.

"Eat, eat as much as you want..."

The two maids were taken aback after hearing this, stood up uncontrollably, and hurriedly bowed.

There was almost a trace of tension in the eyes, and soon the tension disappeared, and [fear] followed one after another in the black vortex.

"His Royal Highness..."

They called Wang Xuan's name capriciously, their voices were humble and panting.

Comparing at close range, in fact, the physiques of the two are actually smaller than Wang Xuan's.

"What's wrong? Don't you like to eat?"

Wang Xuan used chopsticks to hold the [meat slices], and the morning [vegetables] can be described as [a lot of effort].

Excluding the [clearing vegetables] and [bird's nest] that should be there, there are even [elbows].

"[Elbow skin] Madam Han specially asked us to prepare it for you this morning, Your Highness..."

The two of them shook a bowl of bird's nest evenly, handed it to Wang Xuan's eating position and raised their hands.

Wang Xuan picked up a spoon, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)