Chapter 411 I was thinking about him, and the result came (Burst 3)
Chapter 411 I was thinking about him, and here he is (Update 3)
Author: sunny
Chapter 411 I was thinking about him, and here he is (Update 3)
"Ah, then..."
All the guests and followers of the Zhu family looked at each other in confusion and were at a loss.
What's the matter? Our Mr. Zhu just had an idea, and the prodigy, the top governor, was already poured with a basin of sewage on his head and face?
Is there any natural reason for riding a horse? Is there any royal law?
A group of people yelled and cursed one after another, and filthy words were heard endlessly.
At this moment, Zhu Meng's eyelids were twitching wildly, and his anger was frightening.
"Well, well, well, I miss him, the Zhu family, and he is loyal to the imperial court and officials, and there is no second intention.
But I didn’t expect that the emperor was ignorant and ignorant, allowing traitors to bring trouble to the imperial court, and even sent those wanton and reckless brats to patrol the south of the Yangtze River..."
At least Zhu Meng had some brains. At this moment, the letter from Gao Zhang clearly meant that he wanted to kill himself and his son.
At that time, my biological father had already fallen into Gao Zhang's lap. Could I have been so stupid that he just went over to deliver the food and then peacefully let them chop off his head?
There is a dragon in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a yellow robe and the emperor's crown in the palace. This must be a sign of something big.
The officials force the people to rebel, and the people have no choice but to rebel.
Zhu Meng's bewitching words soon made the disciples and followers scream and scream.
They all pulled up their clothes and rolled up their sleeves, eager to pick up weapons and kill them. It would be best to go to Bianliang in Tokyo, become a general, eat and drink for a month, and live happily.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting heated, Zhu Meng no longer hesitated and took an imported Japanese sword handed over by his personal attendant and hung it on his waist.
"Brothers, if you can share the hardships with me, in a few months, I will definitely share the heaven and earth with you brothers, and share the glory and adversity."
As soon as these words came out, the entire main hall of Tongyuan was filled with howls of ghosts and wolves.
Following Zhu Meng's orders to Dongda, the desperadoes followed the orders excitedly one by one.
Zhu Meng left two of his confidants to guard here, and then he took the sword and personally led five hundred elites out of the gate of Tongyuan. He turned his eyes and looked at the official office of the state government not far away.
The corners of his mouth raised, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Wang Zhizhou, a certain family is here..."
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In Bianliang, Tokyo, in the Imperial Palace of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Ji of the Song Dynasty was lazily walking in the pavilion, looking at the scenery outside the pavilion through the gauze curtain.
Inside the pavilion, there are several copper basins, and the basins are filled with ice cubes.
The red steam rose slowly, making the temperature in the pavilion several degrees lower than outside the pavilion.
Zhao Ji was wearing a large and casual Taoist robe, and there were two eunuchs beside him who were fanning themselves in the cool breeze.
Regardless of this, Zhao Ji still felt dry all over. He glanced at the red ink spread out on the desk in front of him and saw that it had already been ground ink.
Alas, the weather is too hot. It really affects my mood for creating. Even the inspiration for painting is lost in the heat. It really makes me unhappy.
He couldn't even doze off, and when he was bored, the official Zhao Ji looked lazily to the east and left, and his eyes fell on Yang Jian, who was standing beside him.
"Has Mingyue received Xiao Gao's letter?"
Hearing the question, Yang Jian quickly lowered his body.
"When I get back to the official's house, I don't know much about it. Could you please go and ask me?"
"Well, let's go, go and come back quickly. That child hasn't written to me for almost three days. I don't know what's going on? Isn't that really worrying..."
After hearing what official Zhao Ji said, Yang Jian nodded silently, quietly exited the pavilion and walked away quickly.
Is it true that a man who steps on his mother's side is as promiscuous as his own son? After all, Xiao Gao, the champion, has already left Bianliang, Tokyo for so long.
But the problem is that the boy directly used the accompanying Imperial City Detective Sigan as a communication channel.
In two or three days, he would send letters to the officials through the Imperial City Department, either describing the customs and customs along the way, or he would occasionally have a spark of inspiration and paint the scenery of the East with the pen in his leg.
This made the officials quite satisfied. Every time they received a letter from Gao Zhang, they would carefully comment on the calligraphy and painting works sent by Gao Zhang in detail, and then reply to Gao Zhang through the channels of the Imperial City Department.
That made Yang Jianpo a little bit dumbfounded. Although Gao Zhang left Tokyo, it felt like he had never left.
But I have to admit that the very clever No. 1 Scholar really understood the thoughts of the officials.
Of course, one of the biggest advantages is that the talent of the Number One Scholar is comparable to that of the official family, and the brain circuits of the two can be connected.
Otherwise, there will be countless people who lick the officials and complain about Ye Laiyu, the number one scholar?
While thinking deeply, he walked quickly. He had just left the imperial garden, and not far away, he saw a eunuch walking quickly holding a scroll.
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Zhao Ji, an official, was lazily staying in the pavilion. He couldn't help but recall that the letters sent to him during Xiao Gao's absence were very picturesque.
The child would create something every time he saw the beautiful scenery, and then send his paintings back. Occasionally he would leave a little poem in there to suit the occasion.
Such talent really impressed the official Zhao Ji and made him happy in his heart.
Moreover, the lines in his words were full of thoughts and greetings from Master Cuo, which really comforted the official Zhao Ji and wished he could recall Gao Zhang and stay with him.
If he thought about Xiao Gao's future, the official Zhao Ji could resist the urge and let the ruthless men go to Jiangnan to achieve political achievements and meritorious deeds.
Thinking about it now, it turns out that the child must have entered the Liangzhe Road. I don't know if he can adapt to the climate in the south of the Yangtze River.
While he was thinking wildly, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. When the official Zhao Ji raised his eyelids, he saw Yang Jian, who was beaming with joy, holding a scroll in his legs and opening the curtain.
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"The official's house, the servants had just walked not far when they met someone who brought a letter from Duke Zhuangyuan, which contained a painting."
"Ha, I was thinking about him. He's here right now. Get it quickly."
Official Zhao Ji couldn't help but stand up with joy, took the painting, and looked at the letter again.
"The rest of us, hurry up and get the poles for hanging paintings. Let me first see what good news Xiao Gao has brought."
As soon as the letter was opened, Gao Zhang's thin gold body, which was almost the same as his own, appeared on the page.
As usual, he told the story of his journey south and east for several months, and finally arrived at Liangzhe Road. In addition, he finally completed a painting that he had been carefully imagining and creating during those confinement years.
This time I have someone send it back, firstly, to ask Master to comment and correct it; secondly, I hope that Master can leave the painting in Liudong Calligraphy Treasure and then send it back.
Because of that painting, he wanted to keep it with him. Whenever he missed his master, he would hang it up and admire it...