His Highness Duan encountered unfair things, for the sake of the security of the Tokyo Bianliang in the Song Dynasty, and for the peace of the ordinary people in the Tokyo Bianliang, and for the peace of the ordinary people in the Tokyo Bianliang. Although not many people knew about it, it spread quietly.

But what is strange is that after Master He Jiu and Wang Dongcheng were put into the Kaifeng Prefecture prison, at noon the next day, when the trial was held, Master He Jiu was still able to jump around, but Wang Dongcheng had already hanged himself in the prison cell of Kaifeng Prefecture with a belt.

Not only will anyone sympathize with Wang Dongcheng's death, such a gangster leader, no one will sympathize with him, but at most his former subordinates were there with two drops of cat urine. The common people in the east of the city applauded.

In the end, Master He Jiu was directly fed five thousand miles and went to Hainan Island, which was as summer as possible to eat coconut.

His Royal Highness Duan was brave enough to deal with a few gangsters. Even if the ministers in the court learned about it, they did not cause any trouble. Could there be any other minister who stood up to speak for the unlucky Wang Dongcheng and accused the emperor of his younger brother of not being brave enough?

However, such news cannot cause any turmoil in Tokyo Bianliang, because there is a news that shocked the entire Tokyo Bianliang and even the Song Dynasty. That is, Su Dongpo, a scholar of Longtu Pavilion, a world-famous talented man, once again joined the court to serve as the Hanlin scholar, the master of imperial edicts and the Ministry of Rites.

In other words, this great talent who was so famous in the world was transferred to Hangzhou in the fourth year of Yuanyou. After building a famous Sudi forever, he was transferred back to the capital and entered the court again.

Upon hearing this news, Wang Daguanren was both sad and excited. What he sighed was that this bold and unrestrained poet who left a famous name in the history of Chinese national literature, one of his idols. After returning this time, he would soon go to another place due to court disputes and go directly to Hainan Island for a trip.

Now, the idol Su has returned and is in the capital. This really makes Wang Yang feel urged to find someone to ask where Su Dongpo’s home is, and then use a pen to draw a portrait of the idol and ask the other party to sign it.

After training, Li Yu, who was wiping sweat and bragging and fucking in the house, said with a fascination. "I don't know how long Mr. Dongpo can stay in Beijing this time..."

"Yes, Mr. Dongpo is famous for his name, but unfortunately he has never been able to meet him. In the past, when he was a child, he met him once from afar when he was a child, but since then, he has never had a chance..." The lady Li Qingzhao also said with a fascination.

"If you just meet, it's not a difficult task..." As the little prince of despicable, Zhao Ji always likes to show off his wide network of contacts, or shows off his strength.

"It's true, your highness, can you really give us the opportunity to try what we want?" Wang Yang, a literary young man who loves traditional culture, couldn't help but say curiously.

"Sir, too, want to meet Mr. Dongpo?" Zhao Ji saw Wang Yang's expression, his eyes turned, and then fell on Gao Qiu.

Gao Qiu had to stand up. "Of course there is no problem, but please be patient with your highness and you all. After all, we are going to visit Mr. Dongpo, rather than standing between the new party and the old party..."

Gao Qiu's words made Wang Yang suddenly realize, damn, although Su Dongpo was so famous throughout the Northern Song Dynasty, it was precisely because his reputation was too great that the people in the old party always regarded him as the flagpole and iconic figure of the old party.

If you want to visit such a person, you must pay attention to the political trend. After all, outstanding young people like you who are pink, tender, ignorant, and obsessed with culture, art and philosophy are not suitable for being mixed into cruel political struggles.

Although Zhao Ji was proud, at least he was not stupid. He nodded very understandingly. "You said that, the official family has always been... Well, Xiude, you are responsible for making arrangements, and you will be able to find an opportunity. At that time, I believe Mr. Dongpo must also want to see Brother Wushan who is famous."

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"By the way, Brother Ling, didn't the Cuju competition in Dongcheng last time say that it could start at the end of this month? Why didn't there be any movement at this moment?"

Boss Ling secretly glanced at Zhao Ji and said in a low voice. "Report to your Highness, because Dechang Society was banned by Kaifeng Prefecture, many clubs in the east of the city are now panicked. The day before yesterday, I went over to discuss with the leaders of the Cuju club, and planned to delay it for a few more days. After a few days, if there is no change, then the competition will start..."

Since the accident in Dechang Society that day, Boss Ling received a reward from his brothers. He was stunned for a long time and then came back to his senses. Then he ordered no one to disclose the news.

However, since that day, Boss Ling and his confidants treated Zhao Ji and others more and more respectfully. Now, Boss Ling no longer has any other thoughts. The only thing he desires is to be able to gallop in the Cuju field in Tokyo Bianliang under the banner of His Highness Duan, kill the generals and the flag for His Highness Duan, and achieve great achievements that he would never dare to imagine in his life.

Maybe His Highness Duan Wang is happy in the future and makes himself a minor official under his sect. That is definitely a major event for the old Ling family to glorify their ancestors.

"It just so happened that I was worried that the time was too short before, so we didn't have much time to practice together. If we had extra time, we would just go on stage and practice at the same time..." Wang Yang touched his chin and smiled.

I have to say that although these Cuju masters used to play tricks and pretending, they didn't know what cooperation was, under their own words and deeds, the transmission and cutting cooperation became more and more rapid and smooth, and at least everyone's time to hold the ball will not exceed three breaths.

Wang Yang’s most hope is that everyone’s continuous ball holding time can be shortened to about one breath, but this is too difficult. Although these guys are masters of Cuju, they are more of a matter of interest and talent.

They are not professional Cuju players who make a living, so it is already quite good to be able to do this. In addition, because of the long-term practice of the monkey game, they are so smoother than they used to perform small-scale transmission and cutting cooperation.

In the internal practice competition of Lingyun Club, most of them were often given three to zero and four to zero at the beginning. Now they have begun to win and lose each other, and the Cuju team of the tyrant monarchs and treacherous officials and powerful officials in Lingyun Club will definitely become stronger and stronger.

This finally made Wang Yang see some hope of winning in external competitions. To be honest, Coach Wang is increasingly aware that engaging in sports competitions, especially such group activities, can cultivate friendship between each other.
Chapter completed!