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Chapter 267: Pulling the Snake out of the Hole (1)

The dish is the dish of the imperial kitchen.

Wine is a fine wine brought from the Lin'an Royal Private Cellar.

Zhao Dongting arranged for everyone to sit down, and he and Ying Er sat together, with a smile on his face, and raised his glass to signal, "Come on, everyone drink together."

Then tilt your neck and pour the whole glass of wine into your throat.

The alcohol content of this era is not comparable to that of later generations. The alcohol content is not high, which is similar to beverages and beer. As long as it is not alcohol allergic or has an extremely weak body, drinking a few pounds is no problem.

Jun Tianfang and Zhang Jue also drank all the wine generously, even Zhang Ru, Yunjin and others were no problem.

Soon, three rounds of wine were passed.

No matter how low alcohol content is, it can intoxicate.

As he drank, Jun Tianfang, whose face was flushed, suddenly stood up, staggered drunk, his eyes were blurred, and he drew his sword and waved it in the hall.

A cold light suddenly emerged in the hall.

Zhang Jue shook his head and chanted a magnificent song in his mouth. The bowls and dishes on the table were pressed upside down and beaten rhythmically with chopsticks.

The Southern Song Dynasty emphasized literature and had a profound cultural heritage. The ministers in the court had countless poems, paintings, chess and musical talents. Although Zhang Jue came from the army, he was also a lyricist who was proficient in music.

The sound of ding dang dang is endless, quite pleasant.

Jun Tianfang danced happily and recklessly.

Le Wuhuang looked at him drunk and applauded from time to time. In the sword dance set by Jun Tian, ​​he seemed to recall the scene when he was happy in the world.

It was a time of passion and blood to be gracious with swords. Although he had passed the age of knowing destiny, he still couldn't stop his blood from thinking back to those years.

The world has sealed too many heroes' past and passion.

Zhao Dongting seemed to have no signs in Jun Tianfang, and seemed to be touching a certain emotion in the sword dance of a demon dance.

He held the wine glass, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was stunned and dazed.

Yunjin, who was sitting alone, suddenly burst into dazzling light in her eyes.

When the sword light in the hall suddenly disappeared, Jun Tianfang put away his sword and returned to the sheath, and picked up the wine jar and drank wildly as if drunk.

The sound of Zhang Jue hitting the porcelain bowl became more and more rapid, just like the sound of the shocking drums on both sides before the decisive battle. Then, he also stopped suddenly.

The palace suddenly fell silent.

This is the first time Zhao Dongting has felt the charm of classical music that is not a mediocre sound.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he saw Yun Jin suddenly stood up from behind the table and knelt in front of Jun Tianfang, "Please teach Yun Jin dance sword!"

Jun Tianfang looked at Yun Jin deeply, and said slowly: "Okay, I will teach you. But this is sword dance."

Zhao Dongting was dumbfounded.

Is this agreed?

Compared to his reluctance when he agreed to himself, Jun Tianfang is obviously too happy now.

As for such discrimination against men and women?

Yunjin kowtowed respectfully, "Yunjin pays homage to Master."

Le Wu was also eager to try, but was grabbed by Le Wu for free, "Sword Dance is not suitable for your personality."

Le Wu curled her lips, "Why isn't it suitable?"

Le Wugong but no longer answered.

After the banquet, Jun Tianfang took Zhao Dongting and Yunjin to the yard and said to Yunjin: "You will follow your teacher in the future."

Yun Jin was slightly stunned and looked at Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting knew what she meant.

Jun Tianfang might have to leave the palace, but she said that her life will only be for Li Yuanxiu in the future. If she didn't let go, she would rather stay in the palace and be a canary than choose to leave with Jun Tianfang.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongting chuckled and said, "It's good."

Yun Jin felt relieved, and a look of gratitude appeared in Ruyue's eyes.

Jun Tianfang looked at Zhao Dongting again, "Since the emperor has learned swordsmanship with Brother Le, he should have some skills, right?"

Zhao Dongting nodded and asked the eunuch to bring the sword. He suddenly pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and his entire aura suddenly changed.

The willows in the yard are like being blown by the wind, swaying slightly.

Jun Tianfang was stunned, Zhang Jue was stunned, and then exclaimed, "Sword Intent!"

Le Wuchen said next to him: "The emperor has outstanding talent in the Way of Sword Intention, and in just one year, he has realized the Sword Intention."

Jun Tianfang and Zhang Jue's expressions became even more surprised.

Yun Jin, Zhang Ru and the others don’t understand what this concept is, but they know that being able to comprehend the sword intent in such a short time can be regarded as a peerless talent in the sword intent. Such a person, even if he does not practice any sword technique, his achievements in the sword in the future will not be much lower.

Jun Tianfang suddenly said, "I thought the emperor was just looking at Jun's Xiaoyaoyou and Guiyuan Sword, but now it seems that Jun is grateful."

Zhao Dongting took the sword and said modestly: "I just realized the sword intent by chance."

Jun Tianfang shook his head slightly, "Swordsmen in the world, isn't it accidental for anyone to understand the sword intent?"

In this way, Zhao Dongting began to learn Xiaoyaoyou and Guiyuan Sword with Jun Tianfang. His talent in sword intent surprised Jun Tianfang. Even Yun Jin didn't care about teaching for the time being, but just taught Zhao Dongting with all his strength.

Zhao Dongting has a good foundation and is indeed quite talented in kendo. As soon as he learns, he will be very imminent.

It is the third day of the Chinese New Year in a blink of an eye.

Before dawn, Wuliang Temple had sent more than a hundred Taoist priests to the palace to invite Zhao Dongting, Yang Shufei and civil and military officials to Wuliang Temple for sacrifice.

Ying'er formally wore concubine costumes and was led by Zhao Dongting. Following the eunuchs and maids, Yingying walked out of the bedroom.

Outside the courtyard, eight hundred flying dragon soldiers were waiting for battle, wearing red armor, red tassels on their heads, and flags were waving.

When Zhao Da and Zhao Hu saw Zhao Dongting coming out, they turned over and dismounted with the soldiers, and knelt in unison: "Long live my emperor!"

Zhao Dongting waved his hand to signal them to get up, and walked into the chariot with Yang Shufei, Zhao Bing and Ying'er one after another.

The chariot is led by eight horses, and the golden curtains are decorated with colorful appearance, which looks gorgeous and majestic.

The flying dragon soldiers boarded the horse again, each holding the dragon flag, guarding around the chariot, and heading towards the outside of the palace.

More than a hundred Taoist priests in Wuliang Temple led the way, and behind the convoy, there were hundreds of eunuchs and palace maids waiting beside each other, which was so vast.

At this time, in front of the palace gate, there were already the chariots and horses of civil and military officials from the Song Dynasty court at this time.

The Huanglong Imperial Guard had already been martial law, leading directly to Haikang County gate from outside the palace gate, and then to Wuliang Temple.

The Southern Song Dynasty court initially gained a foothold and the royal majesty gradually emerged.

When Zhao Dongting's carriage arrived outside the palace, all officials followed slowly in order of ranks.

The Huanglong Imperial Guards all held long spears in their hands, one person in three steps and one flag in nine steps, firmly blocking the people on both sides of the street.

Zhao Dongting's carriage was very accurate when he left the palace, just when the sky was just shining light.

When the people saw his chariot clearly, they shouted: "Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"
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