Duting Station was the imperial station of the Song Dynasty set up in Kaifeng Mansion, Tokyo, to receive foreign envoys from Tibet.
It is said that the standards for welcoming guests in the Song Dynasty were extremely high, and there was a saying that "every wine offered is followed by four dishes".
This means that for every glass of wine, four new dishes will be served, making the banquet extremely sumptuous.
After arriving at Dutingyi, Honglu Temple was responsible for the affairs of the imperial court after Xixia.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty has issued an order to host Xixia envoys at a banquet in the Changchun Palace three days later.
At that time, in view of the current national conditions, only the Khitan envoys from Daliao could submit their credentials to the inner hall and accept the banquet from the Song emperor. This time Emperor Zhezong was able to entertain the Xixia envoys at the Changchun Hall, which was considered extremely honorable. .
Even though Helian Tieshu had never had a good impression of Song Ting, he couldn't find any fault with him this time.
After the Song Ting officials left, Helian Tieshu told everyone not to leave the post house easily before seeing the Song Ting Emperor. Then, he did not let everyone go down to rest.
In the house.
Looking at the bustling shops in Tokyo in the distance outside the window, although Murong Fu had been here more than once, they were far less lively than today. His thoughts gradually let go and he couldn't help but wander to a family's home.
At night, the whole of Tokyo is still dimly lit with lights and mist, crowded with cars and horses, making it impossible to stop.
Just when Murong Fu was sighing at the wealth and wealth of Tokyo and was really fascinated, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. When he saw the jade pendant around Murong Fu's waist, he immediately knelt down on one knee.
"This subordinate has met the head of the family."
Murong Fu slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing his handsome face.
"You will be in seclusion for three days. You don't need to see anyone. Do you understand?"
Throwing the mask to the other party, Murong Fu said in a cold tone.
"yes!"
After the man picked up the mask on the ground, he slowly hid his figure in the dark. If no one entered the room, he would not deliberately reveal his figure.
This person is the assassin of Shadow Tower.
Since Murong Fu came to Tokyo, he naturally had to meet Li Qingzhao. Fortunately, the person he used was not his true self. He could just replace him with someone else.
After leaving the post house, Murong Fu walked in the street market where the lanterns were lit, the moonlight was shining, and the scent of Luo Qi was fragrant. He was in a particularly good mood.
Not long after, he came to a mansion.
After thinking for a while, Murong Fu used Qinggong to sneak into the mansion through the high wall, and arrived at an elegant courtyard by a familiar route.
In the room, Li Qingzhao was secretly fascinated by the portraits on the table. He had a pot of sake by his hand and drank a cup of tea from time to time. A blush appeared on his cheeks. As the alcohol evaporated, his eyes blurred, adding a bit of charm. .
Looking at the begonia flowers in the courtyard that were damaged by the spring rain but still swaying in various colors, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but think of the few words he had with the maid when he sobered up in the morning light today.
Suddenly, she picked up a pen and started writing poems on the portrait.
I can see that her brushstrokes are light and her handwriting is beautiful, almost in one go, and there is no lack of charm.
After she stopped writing, she picked up the scroll in her hand and couldn't stop admiring it.
The beauty in the painting is herself, but the signature below is "Murong Fu".
Looking at the few extra lines of small characters on it, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but read it softly.
"Last night it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't get rid of the wine after a deep sleep. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapples were still the same. Do you know, do you know?"
"...It should be green, fat, red and thin."
After carefully appreciating this poem, Li Qingzhao could not help but sigh.
"The two words 'know or not' overlap in a delicious way. The novelty of this term is something that all the scribes in the world will praise and appreciate, and no one can understand it."
A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him. Li Qingzhao was startled at first, then turned around and saw the person he longed for standing behind him.
"Brother Murong!"
Li Qingzhao felt as if he was in a dream. It wasn't until he threw himself into the other person's arms and felt the extremely familiar breath that he believed that everything in front of him was not false.
Murong Fu hugged the delicate body of the person in his arms and smelled the faint smell of alcohol on the other person's body. He couldn't help but smile and said: "You are so elegant. After just a few drinks, you were able to write this shocking poem. It's really impressive." Today’s scribes are ashamed.”
When Li Qingzhao heard his joke, his pretty face turned even redder. But seeing how much Murong Fu admired his new lyrics, he couldn't help but raise his face and look at him and asked: "Brother Murong, I wrote this poem seriously." Okay?"
Murong Fu leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead, and said with a smile: "It's so wonderful that it's almost expressive, enough to be praised all over the world."
In fact, Li Qingzhao also thought this poem was very good, but she preferred to hear Murong Fu praise herself. After she was satisfied, her face was filled with a happy smile.
Murong Fu saw a faint blush on her fat-like skin, probably because she was drunk. He walked to the desk, drank a glass of tea by himself, and said, "Such a strong wine, How much did you drink?"
Li Qingzhao said rather shyly: "I don't always get drunk alone. I occasionally express my feelings through wine..."
She didn't want Murong Fu to leave a bad impression on her, so her voice became smaller and smaller.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Drinking will harm your health, so don't be greedy!"
"Know it!"
Li Qingzhao nodded and said that he would not do it next time.
Murong Fu looked at her and couldn't help but think of the tasks assigned by the system. He thought that if Li Qingzhao practiced the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra and followed the health-preserving methods in it, he might be able to quit drinking.
It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with drinking, it's just that her habit of drinking alone is really worrying.
It is not difficult to tell from the poem just now that she was drunk once either yesterday or recently.
Listening to Murong Fu's sincere warning, Li Qingzhao not only did not feel nagging at all, but was very happy. He just sat in the other person's arms and leaned gently on the other person's chest, feeling the indescribable sweet love in his heart.
Afterwards, Li Qingzhao told him many interesting things during this period. Murong Fu thought for a while and did not tell him about his experience in Xixia for the time being. Instead, he told him some of what he had seen and heard during his travels in the rivers and lakes.
Li Qingzhao listened very interestingly and said frankly that he hoped to travel with him one day and experience the customs and customs of various places.
Murong Fu naturally couldn't help but agree to her wishes one by one.
Talking deeply, when the love is intense, the two warm lips can't help but stick together.
Although it was not the first time that he and Murong Fu were so intimate, Li Qingzhao seemed to be particularly proactive this time. The smell of alcohol and the faint fragrance on her body made Murong Fu breathe harder. He looked into the eyes of the beauty in his arms, Full of love.
"Qingzhao..."
The lips parted for a long time, and when Murong Fu was about to say something, Li Qingzhao stretched out a soft finger and put it against his lips. The deep affection in his eyes said everything.
Murong Fu raised his lips slightly, picked up the beauty in his arms and walked to the bed...
