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

Chapter 27 [Han Yuzhou]

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A bowl of clear tea is sipped through the open red door of [Zhu Xi's] pavilion.

The feeling of white mist makes people feel refreshed and happy, and there is a smell of clear water, followed by clusters of incomparably brilliant [orchids].

They are wrapped in purple rouge powder, like a woman with [flowers], filling the only vacancy in [Red Gate] to the brim.

The setting sun slid down, shining on the human body, which was hot and cold.

As for wearing only a piece of thin [deep clothes], senior Zhu sipped tea and spread a one-foot-long scroll on [meditating]'s lap.

"Please come in..."

The attendant [attendant] led Wang Xuan to the inner room, stood up and looked through the candlelight at the door, [Zhu Xi] saw him with dazed eyes.

"His Royal Highness..."

His legs and feet are obviously not very neat, especially after being teased under the [orange yellow] flame, the [stretch] of the whole person is very stiff.

When he got out of bed, his face showed a little embarrassment. Along with the trot all the way, Wang Xuan hugged his arm forward, with the corner of his mouth down.

"Prime Minister Zhu, I'm sorry to bother you."

Zhu Xi shook his head, greeted with a smiling face, full of energy.

I planned to make a deep bow and apologize.

"Prime Minister Zhu, it doesn't have to be like this..."

After a short greeting, Wang Xuan walked in the [icy cool] wind with his palms mixed.

[inner room]
"Drink tea..." Zhu Xi smiled and raised the teacup slightly.

Candle lights are hung everywhere, flickering on and off.

The shadows of the three people seem not to be human figures but [fireflies], flickering and flickering into the fire, extraordinarily enchanting.

Wang Xuan grinned, "Prime Minister Zhu, I haven't seen you in five years, how are you?"

When he spoke, he hesitated and failed to put forward [political views] directly.

In my mind, I recalled what [Zhao Kuo] did during the last [Big Banquet].

"Of course it's good, but compared to [His Majesty's] [writing] improvement, that old man is far behind..."

"Don't dare to be..."

Wang Xuan smiled, "It's just random nonsense..."

"I came to visit you today, and I especially want to ask you about [literature] knowledge..."

"Oh?"

Zhu Xi stroked his beard and looked at Wang Xuan without understanding.

"I don't know Your Majesty, what kind of literature do you want to ask me?"

"If it doesn't touch the national interest, it's just [chatting and talking]."

"The old man will definitely use what he knows and learn to answer His Majesty's worries and doubts..."

Wang Xuan stood up and nodded.

After walking slowly to Zhu Xi's scrolls, he casually picked up a copy of "Confucian Classics".

"that's it]…"

Zhu Xi was taken aback for a moment, not understanding Wang Xuan's intention.

"I want to bring them back to [Pingyong Country] and promote them vigorously..."

"I don't know, would senior Zhu be willing to give me a copy of the entire "Confucianism Collection"?"

Wang Xuan groped for the crude [yellow book], every page was engraved with Chinese characters, many of them hadn't arrived in the [simplified], but this could not trouble a [history teacher].

Even in the [Southern Song Dynasty], the gloss of the paper was quite poor.

He was watching, a silent man with a white beard standing under the flaming pendant.

Zhu Xi looked straight at the same time, the sun slowly fell to the ground, and the only light left was the delicate burning of the candle.

"If His Majesty the Sovereign wants to, it's okay to take it..."

"This "Confucianism" is the crystallization of what I have learned all my life. It is natural that it should be used by others..."

Zhu Xi sat down while talking, with a slightly hesitant expression on his face.

"call…"

Wang Xuan was sitting on a wooden bench holding a book.

"The current situation is turbulent, and everything has its ups and downs. The Confucian inheritance is [Shengcheng Dade Dali]."

"Wars are raging everywhere, Confucianism is lonely, Mr. Zhu, don't talk lightly because of a momentary disappointment..."

"nature."

"[Southern Song Dynasty] foreign aggression never stopped, although the soldiers died in battle, the defeat was glorious, but..."

"The old man sees that the people in the world have no means of living, and there are always hungry people, it really hurts..."

Zhu Xi shook his head helplessly as he spoke, held up the "Li Xue Jing Zhuan" and then slowly put it down.

Wang Xuan waved his hand, and put the "Lixue Jingzhuan" in his hand and put it aside.

Wang Shiyu looked at it and brought [Yanjing Beer] slowly.

Just hear a "bang".

Zhu Xi's eyes don't know what it is.

"This is Your Majesty the Monarch?"

Wang Xuan grinned, and then took out the [Iron Lid Bottle Opener] from his cuff.

"Boom-"

A bottle of refreshing taste came up, "[Yanjing Beer] I specially brought you from [Pingyong Country]..."

"You've been drinking all your life, but I don't think you've ever had [beer], and now...

"We don't talk about [government] or [life], just as the poet Li Bai once said: life is full of happiness..."

Wang Xuan rolled up his cuffs and filled his teacups with [Yanjing Beer].

As the white foam flowed into the teacup like a torrent of water, another moment, the ice crystal fragrance was particularly moving.

"drink…"

Wang Xuan raised his teacup high and drank it down in one gulp.

Seeing this, Zhu Xi also smiled with interest.

He tried to hold his head up and drink like Wang Xuan, and fell in love with that [strange] [beer] after a while.

"Good stuff, old man, I've never tasted it..."

Seeing that [Zhu Xi] liked to refill, Wang Xuan continued to drink from the cup.

Perhaps because there was only [rice wine] [white wine] in the Southern Song Dynasty, [people] here lived between [light] and [clear] for a long time.

"Good wine, just right..."

Zhu Xi was eloquent and the more he drank, the happier he was, but only [one bottle] was obviously not enough for his taste.

Wang Xuan smiled, and secretly turned the system's shaft wheel, [lucky value] kept drawing prizes.

After a while, [Yanjing Beer] inventory showed that there were still [three hundred pieces].

"Level four and a half..."

He stared at the [system level] on the blue screen in front of him and muttered, thinking that even if seven or eight big men came to him, he wouldn't be able to finish the drink.

Just listening to the outside of the gate [including the continuous noise], it was in response to the nonsense in my heart.

The red border is long, and there is a tall and straight man standing on the door of the mansion.

Wang Xuan squinted his eyes, and the man carried a lantern, followed by a group of guards with knives.

"Who is this?"

He looked around in a low voice, and the system screen had quietly lit up.

[Han Yuzhou: The prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, the top minister, now holds the power of the Han faction, and is the great uncle of the Han family. ]
"Oh…"

"It turns out that he is [Han Yuzhou]..."

The [factions] in the Southern Song Dynasty have long been divided into two factions [Han] and [Zhao].

[Han] is the main war faction, and [Zhao] is the main peace faction. The two factions have been fighting each other for several years.

Unfortunately, after the death of [Zhao Ruyu], the [Zhao School] group of dragons had no leader and came down.

[Han faction] Han Tuozhou was attached to the royal family and indirectly became the leader of the largest [faction] in the Southern Song Dynasty.

And officials from all walks of life who joined the [Zhao faction] at that time are also unable to escape the suppression now.

Among them are [the number one leader of the Zhao faction] Zhu Xi, senior Zhu.

"It shouldn't be a good thing..."

As Wang Xuan said, he walked towards Han Tuozhou step by step.

I thought it was just a tall man who seemed arrogant, but when I got closer, standing in a brightly lit place, Han Yuzhou's face actually looked more like a [monkey] with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"you are?"

He glanced at Wang Xuan and asked, and the subordinates who followed him quietly told him, "Your Highness..."

"Oh..." Han Yuzhou nodded perfunctorily, then raised his chin and aimed at Wang Xuan.

"Are you that His Royal Highness who came from [Pingyong Country] not long ago?"

"I didn't expect to meet you here..."

"At first I thought you [Pingyong country] women must be so [majestic and mighty] to dare to establish a country [at the junction of the Three Kingdoms]..."

"Looking at it now, even [His Royal Highness] is nothing more than a..."

As Han Yuzhou spoke, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he stretched out his fingers and pinched them in mid-air to gesture for a long time.

"A [doll] less than five feet tall..."

He smiled smugly without showing any shame, Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows, really wanted to give him a stick on the spot.

"Even you [Song Ningzong] respect me very much when you see me. As a mere minister, how dare you talk to me like this?"

Wang Xuan threatened, apparently Han Tuozhou didn't care.

"Who are you talking about?"

Han Yuzhou put his hands on his waist, lowered his head and sighed softly.

"What does that [silly emperor] know?"

As soon as he showed his face and came back, I heard that you were humiliated by that [emperor] in the hall. Is it true? "

"what?"

Zhu Xi stared at Han Tuozhou with wide eyes, with indignation in his tone.

"What? I heard wrong..."

"It seemed to be sitting on your head at that time, it's just a fart..."

"Bold Han Yuzhou, how presumptuous!"

Zhu Xi scolded the [expressionless] man in front of him, while Wang Xuan stood aside, almost frightened.

"Yo, why are you shouting so loudly..." Han Yuzhou pretended to dig his ears, raised his eyebrows, and flicked.

"Just scare people to death..."

When he said that, he didn't forget to look down at Wang Xuan, and then [face flushed] Zhu Xi kept coughing.

Fukai portrays this elderly man on a cold winter night, with his joints protruding unusually.

"What? Are you afraid that I want to say something..."

The corners of Han Yuzhou's mouth raised slightly, and he put the dark clothes on Zhu Xi's body again.

"Oh, you can't die yet..."

"I was yelled by you just now, I almost forgot why I came here to find you..."

"Now, thinking about it..."

Han Yuzhou lifted his trouser waist, and the [40-year-old] man's face was still full of [unconcealable] terror.

He approached Zhu Xi [smiling], put his hands on the shoulders of Zhu Xi who was over sixty, and muttered to himself.

"I remember when that guy [Zhao Ruyu] humiliated me, it was a year ago..."

"He was so shameless at the time, he said in front of [the emperor] that I had treasonous tendencies..."

"But when did I become this kind of person! He is full of fart!"

"Willing to make me a [traitor] for power..."

Han Tuozhou smiled wryly while talking, raised his head and stared at the sky, took a deep breath, and said again.

"But fortunately, time has passed and circumstances have changed, God finally didn't treat me badly..."

"He's dead! He deserves to die!!"

Han Yuzhou wrinkled his face and was yelling at [Zhu Xi], but his expression changed quickly, as easily as spitting phlegm.

"Are you here to find trouble?!"

Zhu Xi responded with a blank face, while Han Yuzhou shook his head lightly, with an incomparably richer expression.

"Prime Minister Zhu..."

"Don't you understand what I mean?"

Han Yuzhou deliberately lifted the buttons of [Zhu Xi]'s clothes, and the deep spring night was full of mist.

Zhu Xi flung it away with one hand.

Han Yuzhou, who didn't react, fell limply into the arms of the [guard with a knife], and then uttered [joke] like a madman.

"Zhu Xi! I think you are old and confused!"

Han Yuzhou stood up with a smile, raised his trouser waist again, and walked forward.

He spat, Zhu Xi looked at Han Tongzhou disdainfully, but the man in front of him didn't care at all.

"Cold-eyed, I've seen too much..."

"Your [Zhao faction] completely disintegrated just because I moved two or three fingers..."

"Why don't you help me disband and join the [Korean faction]..."

"Pooh!"

Zhu Xi smiled, and spit out the phlegm that had just been soaked in the beer.

Han Yuzhou squatted down looking at the floor, looked up at Zhu Xi and said softly.

"I should make you serve me as a [dog] that lives and dies..."

Wang Xuan stood behind him and listened without saying a word.

When he wanted to kick Han Yuzhou over [dog gnawing shit], he was caught by Wang Shiyu on the side in time.

Looking at the long line of guards with knives [swords on the verge] behind him, Wang Xuan was helpless.

[A lamb to be slaughtered. ]
Han Tuozhou stroked the stubble of his chin.

"Prime Minister Zhu..."

"It's not that I'm saying you're too old to be able to tell the truth, but that the country is suffering a lot from foreign countries, and that [stupid emperor] is just a display."

"Wait for the enemy to break into the city and attack aggressively..."

"Look at the court, which minister would talk to him?"

"Why don't you join the [Han faction] now, while the [Zhao faction] still has room to use, and don't let [the two factions] become rigid..."

"When the time comes, our powerful officials will maintain the country. Only by sticking to one [belief] can we wait for the next emperor to ascend the throne smoothly..."

"At that time, you and I were both heroes."

"You are still your prime minister, I will definitely not interfere with you [Confucianism thinking about the country]..."

Zhu Xi put on the mattress and deep clothes and couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

"Prime Minister Han, don't turn tricks into reality..."

"Even if the emperor is [naturally] no matter how [stupid], one day I will be a courtier, and I will live forever to protect the foundation of the Southern Song Dynasty."

"You said you want me to submit to [Han faction], then the dead [Zhao Ruyu] Prime Minister Zhao, how could I have the face to apologize to him after death?"

"Outsiders are invading, the country is weak at this time, and the people are in dire straits."

"Now that you [Han faction] insist on the main battle, have you ever thought about the consequences of failure?"

"The foundation of the Southern Song Dynasty can never afford such a toss..."

"You'd better go and convince the [Zhao faction] other people, if I am here, it will definitely not work, unless you die..."

While talking, Zhu Xi turned his head and walked towards the [inner room], leaving only Han Yuzhou with hot hands, spitting and cursing.

On a spring night, it seems that the cold current has never stopped.

Wang Xuan turned the stove around, while Zhu Xi was shivering from the cold.

"Is he still there?"

Wang Xuan nodded, and through the window, he saw Han Tuozhou rushing in rashly.

"Zhu Xi!"

"You old man, don't be ignorant!"

The voice is quite rough, and the face is hideous.

But when he was stunned, Han Tongzhou was surprised.

He looked at the two people in front of him peacefully as if he didn't take himself seriously at all.

He was drinking with a [weird] [thing] in his hand.

Then he bent down and picked up the [beer] that rolled his toes.

"Snapped…"

Glass forks shattered all over the place.

(End of this chapter)