Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 152 Zhao Ji, the Faint King Who Takes the Opportunity to Attack
Lu Qian stared at Fu An in a daze, after dropping such a sentence, he stepped forward to answer the knight with a smile.

After that, he quickly followed the knight and strode away. Lu Qian was stunned for a long time before muttering.

"His Royal Highness Yan Wang..." This His Royal Highness Yan Wang is the half brother of today's son, not very talented, not outstanding, and has always been very low-key.

Why did he suddenly pop up out of nowhere and become the master of this once famous little high number one scholar in Tokyo.

This really made Lu Qian feel very strange, but it was only strange.

After all, for the current Da Song, there are strange things, and this is not bad.

After a short while, Fu An came to that low-key and luxurious carriage that he had seen countless times.

With some doubts, he looked at Yang Jian who was standing beside the carriage with a strange expression on his face, and then saluted the carriage.

"The villain sees Your Highness, I don't know why His Highness called the villain here?"

The curtain of the carriage had not been lifted, but there was an indifferent, almost indifferent voice of inquiry from inside the carriage.

"What is your son doing in there?"

As his son's confidant, Fu An has already found out from the son's mouth the purpose of going here every day.

Although he didn't quite understand that His Royal Highness Yan Wang asked this question, he still answered honestly.

"Return to Your Highness, my young master is in the building teaching the teacher to sing opera."

"..." In an instant, there was a dead silence inside and outside the carriage.

Sitting in the carriage, the originally cold official Zhao Ji froze, and even scratched his ears with his fingers.

Yang Jian, who was standing next to the carriage, immediately became furious.As for your son who is still a child, he actually went to teach the number one oiran in Goulan of the Song Dynasty to sing?

Do you think everyone has a problem with their brains, or do you think you can make up such a clumsy reason to convince the officials?

"Your young master can sing?"

Yang Jian couldn't wait for the voice of inquiry from the carriage. As the official's confidant eunuch, he naturally had the responsibility and obligation to ask the question that surprised everyone the most.

Fu An shook his head as if it was a matter of course, and then said triumphantly.

"Of course my son can't sing, but he can teach."

"What he teaches is not ordinary singing, but what is it called, song and dance, yes, it's called song and dance."

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Zhao Ji, the official, quietly appeared outside the attic, raised his head, and looked up blankly.

At this moment, a faint sigh came from the attic, and soon, the music started, and a few beats had just passed.

Zhao Ji heard the young voice of his beloved disciple Gao Zhang, who seemed a little bit annoyed.

"Stop, stop the music, Luqi, what's going on with you today, you danced well yesterday, why didn't your eyes and dance moves match up well today."

"And Miss Shishi, I'm not talking about you, since you want to perform by yourself, please pay attention, don't sigh too seriously."

"You don't need your sigh for the audience to hear, what you need is your expressions, eyes, and movements to let the audience understand your emotional expression..."

Hearing the admonishing voice of his beloved apprentice who deliberately pretended to be majestic from the attic, the corners of the official Zhao Ji's mouth subconsciously raised slightly.

But soon, he controlled himself again, and Yang Jian, who was on the side, approached and asked the official Zhao Ji with his eyes.

I only saw the official Zhao Ji raised his hand, shook it slowly and firmly, then quietly turned and walked towards the courtyard.

A group of people retreated outside the house, the official Zhao Ji glanced at Fu An and the others, showed a gentle smile and nodded slightly.

"Fu'an, let your young master know that I won't bother him, Mrs. Shishi's performance. Besides, don't let Ms. Shishi know that I have been here before."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the villain will report to you when the young master comes out, and we will keep our mouths shut."

"Okay, take good care of your son..."

The official Zhao Ji left such a sentence in a very good temper, and then stepped into the carriage.

Soon, this low-key and luxurious carriage, surrounded by a group of guarding knights, drove towards the distance.

The official Zhao Ji stayed in the carriage, leaning against the cushion in the carriage without saying a word, closing his eyes and drooping his eyebrows without saying a word.

But at this moment, Yang Jian, who was heading towards Miyagi with the carriage, was still full of disbelief until now.

His mind was completely in a mess, even if he hadn't entered the building, but the singing voices he heard from outside the building, and the voice of the little Gao Zhuangyuan who was sometimes extremely angry and sometimes expressed appreciation.

It is enough to prove that it is definitely not doing any unscrupulous things inside, but it is really as Na Fu An said.

This talented little Gao champion actually sang and danced in front of teachers, girls, and others.

Doesn't that mean that his attempt to sue him secretly failed.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian, who was anxious inside, couldn't help but look up at the carriage beside him.

Just now outside Miss Shishi's house, the official family, who seemed very easy-going and kind, has not said a word since entering the carriage.

The more so, the more it made Yang Jian feel as if he was beating a drum in his heart.

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The official Zhao Ji hurried all the way back to his study, standing at the door, looking at the two pieces of "Ode to Young China" hanging high in the study, he couldn't help but stagnate.

Then he walked forward slowly, walked up to the two calligraphy works, and looked at them carefully.

And Li Yan and Liang Shicheng, who received the news that the official family business had returned to the palace, had already rushed over.

It's just that before they got close to the door of the study, they heard a scolding from the official Zhao Ji from inside the hall.

"Why is there dust here? Yang Jian!"

"The servant is..."

"Can't you even tell if there is any dust in a small study room?!"

"Why, relying on you being the old man beside me, do you think I'm blind? Or do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Listening to the questioning with puns, I saw the official's face that was so indifferent and expressionless.

Yang Jian, who was kneeling on the ground, instantly lost all color on his face, trembling as if suffering from epilepsy, kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

Zhao Ji, the official with a cold face, just looked at it until he saw a blood mark where he kowtowed.

Slightly restraining his anger here, he walked slowly to Yang Jian, counting breaths, and Yang Jian, who was knocked dizzy, heard the official Zhao Ji speak again.

"Go and get twenty sticks by yourself. After you get the sticks, clean this room carefully for me. Don't let go of every angle."

"Remember, I want you to clean it by yourself, understand?"

"My servant understands, this servant thanked the officials for their kindness..."

"Just this once, don't let me down again."

The official Zhao Ji said it word by word, looked back at the two words, and then turned around and strode outside.

(End of this chapter)