Chapter 155: The Wrath of the Emperor

When I entered a wine shop, I saw that the wine shop was quite large, divided into two floors. As soon as I stepped into the threshold, the aroma of rice wine came to my nose. There were many drinkers. It was raining today, and many people did not come out to make a living. The weather was very cold, which was the best time to drink.

Seven or eight basins of charcoal fires were placed everywhere, and the wine shop was warm as spring. Chen Ao picked up a seat near the charcoal basin and sat down. After ordering wine and food, he began to wait.

After a while, there was still no boy coming. Chen Ao was quite anxious. His ears were filled with gossip from some drinkers. Some drinkers became more talkative after being drunk for a few glasses of wine, and they were very brave. Even rumors in the palace dared to spread.

Chen Ao closed his eyes and kept silent. It was just when he was impatient that he saw a ragged child coming in with a bag wrapped in oil cloth.

The little boy looked around and looked a little awkward. Even the store owner was quite unhappy when he saw him and was about to send someone to drive him away.

The little boy's face turned red with a little cold, and finally he spoke out with courage: "Suiya Weekly is available today, with five articles, and the content is extremely exciting. The strange and elegant things written by the mysterious talent in Suiya Mountain Room, please don't miss it..."

Most of these words were taught by Wu Saner. In one sentence, it attracted the attention of many drinkers.

Suiya Weekly?

I have never heard of it, but since it is covered with the word Sui Ya, I don’t know what new things have appeared in Sui Ya Mountain House. It must be noted that in the past few months, Sui Ya Mountain House has been successful many times and has become a household name in Bian Jing City, and everyone knows it!

But, what is this weekly?

When the newspaper boy shouted, many people were already moved. Five cents were not much, and a few cakes were worth a few. You don’t have to hesitate to see what medicine is sold in the Sui Yashan House gourd; it was just that no one came out to buy it for a while, and many people were thinking of not taking the lead, but they just looked eagerly and did not intend to take action immediately.

At this time, the comparison is patience. As long as there is the first person to eat the crab, those who are moved will naturally respond; it depends on who is willing to eat the first crab.

The newspaper boy called him a few times, but no one came to buy it. He suddenly looked disappointed on his face. At this moment, a voice said, "Come on, give me one."

The person who spoke was a scholar wearing a luan scarf. Judging from his appearance, his family was afraid that he was not much better. I thought he was from a visiting friend from another place to look for his teacher.

He pinched out five copper coins and handed them to the newspaper boy in front of everyone. The newspaper boy quickly lifted the tart cloth bag, took out a weekly magazine, and said, "Call, please take it."

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on the scholar. He held his breath and looked at him curiously. When he saw that there were only three large pieces of paper stacked, he felt a little disappointed. It turned out that this was a weekly magazine. Just these few pieces of paper are worth five cents?

Many people disagreed; even the scholar was a little disappointed, and spread out the newspaper to read the contents on it, and then he was attracted.

"Dong Sheng's name is Xia Si, I am a man from the west of Qingzhou. The winter moon is dusk, and the charcoal is burning on the bed. I am holding a bonnet, and my friend invites you to drink, so I will go to the house. When I arrive at my friend's house, I have a doctor who is good at Tai Su's meridian and is treated all over the guests..."

The scholar immediately understood that this was a story, and the protagonist of the story was Dong Sheng. This was quite interesting, but I don’t know what the story was written about?

I briefly introduced Dong Sheng’s life, and then I said that Dong Sheng met a doctor to take his pulse. After the diagnosis, the doctor said, “I have seen more people, but the pulse is strange and not more unique than you. Wealthy but also signs of poverty and humbleness, longevity but also signs of short life. I really don’t understand why this is.”

That night, Dong Sheng returned home and met a beautiful woman suddenly in his house. The story afterwards was both novel and tortuous. Seeing the end, the scholar couldn't help but shake his head: "It turns out that this fairy-like woman is actually a vixen. Hey, the monster transformed by a fox, which is strange."

His murmur made people feel excited. A drunkard who finally couldn't sit still said to the newspaper boy: "I'll also come with a weekly magazine."

Chen Ao continued to pretend to drink seriously. After drinking a few glasses of wine, his body warmed up. He thought to himself that there is no romantic love in this week, but it is all stories that everyone likes. If it doesn’t attract people, my buddy will go out to the street to ride a female donkey.

He happily looked at the scholar who was reading the weekly magazine, but saw that the scholar was focused and still unfulfilled. He turned a page to read the next story, knowing that his weekly magazine should have received certain recognition and sales was not a problem. He couldn't help but think: "I don't know whether this content that the court prohibits or not life's lustful people are more popular. Should I be anxious about what others need, and open a fifth column, ha..."

I thought so, but this is just Chen Ao's random thoughts. Chen Ao still attaches great importance to the quality of this newspaper!...

The palace in the rain seemed to be in a fairyland, and the drizzle fell on the glazed tiles and made a slight sound on the railings of the white jade corridor.

Today, Zhao Ji seemed quite desolate. He originally wanted to go to Wansui Mountain to watch the mountains and paint, but he knew that God would do anything to others, but he could only stay in Wenjing Pavilion and watch the rain scene silently.

A few days ago, he hit Chen Ao for a while, and the Duke Qi Mansion had indeed stopped a lot. There was no horrible news from Suiya Mountain Room. It seemed that Chen Ao was really scared, but this scare made Zhao Ji look a little quiet. He was used to listening to Yang Jian’s story about Chen Ao. Now there was no news all at once, but instead felt empty.

He sat in front of the imperial desk and looked at the poems hanging on the wall. In the delicate pen, every word made him even more melancholy, asking what love is in the world?

What is love? This question is great, but a question is a complete look and touching people's hearts.

Zhao Ji sighed, trying to pick up the pen and write something, but put the pen down and his eyebrows became solemn.

Suddenly, a tiny footsteps came quickly, and Yang Jian was coming. Yang Jian had a smile on his face. His smile was like spring breeze. Anyone who saw it would feel close.

When Zhao Ji saw Yang Jian, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Jian accompanied him for twenty years. For twenty years, the master and slave were with him. If he had no feelings, it would be a lie.

Zhao Ji smiled slightly and said, "You servant, you are so talented. I heard that you have left the palace?"

Yang Jian immediately said in fear and fear: "The official family forgives the crime. Today is not a slave on duty. The slave has taken the initiative to leave the palace without authorization."

Zhao Ji also knew that his words seemed to be a little heavier and said, "You can leave the palace, but I have to stay here all day. Oh, when the rain stops, you can go out for a walk."

Since that visit in a secluded manner, he has not returned for a long time. Not only the palace, but also the government and the government have been in trouble for a while. Since then, Zhao Ji no longer acted rashly. Today, he proposed to go out in a secluded manner, which is really a ruthless person in this palace.

Yang Jian smiled and said with a smile: "I know that the official family is bored, so I specially brought something new. Please check it out."

Zhao Ji looked closely and saw Yang Jian holding a long brocade box in his hand. His mind moved slightly and said, "Take it and show it to me."

Yang Jian walked over carefully and opened the long box, but there was a roll of paper with dense small characters inside. When Zhao Ji saw that the characters were carving and printing. This paper was neither antique nor calligraphy written on it. What's so good about it?

I spread the paper casually, and then I stopped moving when I saw it.

Suiya Weekly?

What is this? Zhao Ji remembered Suiya Mountain House. He knew that the person behind the Suiya Mountain House must be Chen Ao. So does this Suiya Weekly also have something to do with Shen Ao?

He turned to the last page, but the square word was written with a story, saying that a monkey jumped on a stone, hey, a monkey was born on the stone? This is strange. Looking further, it was how the monkey became a disciple, how to study, and how to suppress the demon king in the world. He taught the little monkey to practice martial arts every day, and taught the little monkey to cut bamboo as markers, cut wood as knives, manage flags, beat whistles, and camped in the village.

When I got here, I looked at it for half an hour, but I left a sentence: "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown."

Zhao Ji was still not satisfied, but couldn't help but smile: "It's really nonsense. How can monkeys learn human language and how can they change? This idea is probably what Chen Ao thought of."

Yang Jian stood aside but did not speak. Although Zhao Ji was scolding, he had no intention of getting angry.

Zhao Ji paused and continued, "But this story is also extremely exciting. There are many stories circulating in the market, but it is not as open-minded as his. I have been very leisurely these days. Look at this weekly magazine, and I can pass some time."

He thought about it and asked again, "Is there any more in this weekly magazine?"

Yang Jian said: "This weekly magazine is newly released, and it is published every seven days. The official wants to read it, but I am afraid I will wait."

Zhao Ji sighed and said, "This Chen Ao, but I don't know what the hell is doing. I can't stop surrendering him. I will continue to pass the imperial edict, which will only make him feel at peace for a moment, and then it will sprout again."

In a sigh, an eunuch came to report: "The official family, Wu Wencai, the head and guest doctor of the Ministry of Rites, asked for a meeting."

"What are he here to do?" Zhao Ji frowned and placed the weekly magazine on the imperial case.

"Reporting to the official family, it was said that the Prince of Nibora had sent the letter of state. He wanted to ask the official family to review it first, and then mediate with Prince Nibora."

Zhao Ji closed his eyes, and a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes. Such a fierce look was rare in Yang Jian's eyes. Yang Jian's heart was terrified and said, "The Nibang Prince is extremely arrogant. Such a small country, how dare you not take the Heavenly Dynasty seriously. The official family, why would you drive away the prince and be more peaceful?"

Zhao Ji shook his head and said thoughtfully: "Although Nipola is a small country, it is of great use. They are afraid that they know the bottom line of the Song Dynasty and my difficulties, so they dare to do so. Humph, the prince's arrogance is probably used to touch my bottom line." Then, he waved his hand and said, "Go to Xuanwu."

After a while, Wu Wencai and Xu Buzhi were over forty years old, and he looked graceful in his every move. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, but he was also sharp and impatient. However, at this moment, the sharp color suddenly decreased, and he was a little panic. At first glance, it was obvious that he was a capable person.

After Zhao Ji sat in the imperial case, the thunderous anger had already disappeared. Instead, he changed into a friendly and respectable face, smiled at Wu Wencai, and said to Yang Jian: "Give him a seat."

Yang Jian went to bring Jindun to Wu Wencai. Wu Wencai hukoudou, sat down, took out a letter of nationality wrapped in red silk cloth on the hardwood, arched it high with both hands, and said, "Your Majesty, the Nibaura Kingdom presents a letter of nationality, please consult the imperial examination."

Yang Jian picked up the letter of the country and placed it on the imperial desk. Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work in Wu Aiqing."

After saying this, I opened the letter of the country. The characters in the letter of the country were written by the same letter of Han clay. The main characters were Chinese and the characters of Nichi were the sub-submitted. You can tell the meaning by just a brief look.

When Zhao Ji saw it at first glance, his smile froze. He had killed many murderous intents in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and pushed the letter of the country off the imperial case. He stood up and held his hands behind his back and forth, but he was strolling back and forth in the pavilion with great worries. Every step he took, his anger increased a little, and his face looked extremely ugly.

In the past, he was calm, but today he didn't know that it was the prince who touched his scales. The emperor's anger was filled with oppression, which made Yang Jian and Wu Wencai's eyes suddenly change, and he held his breath and dared not speak.

"Your Majesty, I am not good at negotiating, and I am insulting the country. I am willing to be killed." Wu Wencai slid down from the Jindun, fell to the ground, and laid down to apologize.

Zhao Ji sneered and looked back, snorting coldly, "It has nothing to do with you, hum, this small Nipola country dares to threaten me, and dares to speak out loudly that I, the Song Dynasty, and Nipola respect the Western Xia rules. Ha, Yelang is arrogant... shameless..."

When Yang Jian heard this, he immediately understood and was secretly shocked. Is this Nibora Country crazy? Respecting the Western Xia rules? Just a small country like Nibora?

The so-called Western Xia law was the alliance between Xixia and Song after the three major battles during the reign of Emperor Renzong. Xixia praised the Song Dynasty and the king accepted the title of Song. The Song Dynasty gave Xixia 50,000 taels of silver, 130,000 pieces of silk, and 20,000 kilograms of tea every year. In addition, Xixia silver, 220,000 taels of silk, 230,000 pieces of tea and 10,000 kilograms of silver were given to Xixia on various festivals every year. Song Renzong at that time agreed to the request put forward by the Xixia king, so Song Xia officially reached a peace agreement, known in history as the "Qingli Peace Agreement".

On the surface, this contract was a vassal of the Great Song Dynasty, but the content was surprising. The amount of silver given to the Western Xia could be as high as 100,000, as well as silk, tea, and various treasures. In fact, everyone knows that the Great Song Dynasty suffered a loss and could not say anything about its suffering.

The problem is that the treatment of Xixia is due to their strength, especially in these three major battles, the two sides fought for several years, and the Song Dynasty was defeated repeatedly, so they had to come up with this inferior strategy for peace. To put it bluntly, the wealth that Xixia is now is entirely earned by the bloodshed of more than 100,000 Xia troops. This Nibang Prince actually spoke out loudly, and he really dared to do whatever conditions.

Zhao Ji was pacing back and forth with anger, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Wu Aiqing, if I immediately expel Prince Ni Pola, so that he would not be allowed to step into the shore of the Song Dynasty for life, is it in line with the national court?"

Although he was furious, he still had some reason. At this time, he was still considering foreign affairs and etiquette.
Chapter completed!