"Don't waste all your youth. There will be more people leaving the city in the future."
During the Qingming Festival in the Song Dynasty, the first three days were the Cold Food Festival, with two small cold food days and a big cold food day in between. Fire is prohibited for cold food for three days, and fire is prohibited in the kitchen. Therefore, people must prepare food for the festival before the festival, which is called "cooking", also known as "no smoking festival".
During the Cold Food Festival, Zhao Hong did not go out. Instead, he stayed in his house, following the rules and avoiding unnecessary outings.
Five days before the Qingming Festival, the imperial court had sent officials, eunuchs and palace servants to lead a large convoy of carriages and horses to Shaoxing to pay homage to the imperial tombs of the Southern Song Dynasty, while the emperor went to the Ancestral Temple in the city to pay homage.
Maybe it’s because he’s not qualified enough, maybe it’s because Zhao Kuo, an official of the Song Dynasty, cultivated his moral integrity and liked peace and quiet. Anyway, all of this has nothing to do with Zhao Hong.
Planting willows, sweeping tombs, spring outings, traveling to the West Lake, etc. These things have nothing to do with Zhao Hong.
It was early in the morning, and Zhao Hong had a rare few days of rest.
When it comes to forging firearms, he has no skills on his own and can only pull Tian Yi. Just like this Qingming Festival, Tian Yi is probably still "studying" in Kuaiji Mountain. And he was finally able to do something.
Read a book in the study and write down a few poems to awaken your memory and relieve your loneliness.
"A straw hat, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and an inch of hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. "
The feeling of loneliness and loneliness is just like my own situation.
"Don't ask me about Qi Kuo's death or life. I am a lonely monk walking in the clouds and flowing water.
Laughing wildly for no reason, crying for no reason, even if there is joy, the intestines are as cold as ice. "
What is this written about?
Zhao Hong smiled self-deprecatingly and put down his pen.
Fortunately, he has practiced calligraphy, so he will not make a fool of himself in this era.
"Your Highness, you rarely wrote poetry before!"
Xu Ji sighed at the table, which startled Zhao Hong.
"Why are you so silent? You scared me to death!"
"The door was open, so I came in. His Highness was so absorbed that he didn't hear it."
Xu Ji looked at the poems on the table and looked at Zhao Hong with complicated eyes.
"The tabloid said that His Highness is going to publish a book. Are these written by His Highness?"
"I have nothing to do, I have to do something."
Zhao Hong nodded, agreeing and feeling a little sad.
"Are you going out?"
Xu Ji is tall and slender, with a fair and charming face, charming charm and full of femininity. In the basket in her hand, there seemed to be incense, paper, money, wine, meat and other items.
You are a beautiful woman, why am I a thief?
The two of them had a happy relationship, which made Zhao Hong's heart soften a lot.
He really didn't want to believe that the woman next to him was an "undercover agent".
In this secular world, people's hearts are unpredictable, and life is not easy.
"Your Highness, today is the Qingming Festival. Chuntao and I are going to Jingci Temple to offer incense. Your Highness, do you want to go?"
Xu Ji quickly adjusted her mood and a smile appeared on her face.
"I still have something to do, you can go on your own. If you need money, just go to the house and get it."
Zhao Hong shook his head and shied away.
Jingci Temple, he really is not in the mood, not to mention he really wants to figure out how to publish a book.
"Your Highness, let's go now."
Before Xu Ji left, she did not forget to leave a message.
"Your Highness, if these things you write can be published in books, you will definitely make a lot of money."
Xu Ji left and Zhao Hong smiled.
Is my father a man who is short of money?
I really thought I was the short and poor person I used to be!
"Your Highness, Shopkeeper Yan from the Yan Family Rice Shop wants to see you!"
Li Tang's voice sounded outside the door. "
"Shopkeeper Yan from the Yan Family Rice Shop? Invite her in."
Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel happy, and he was still looking forward to it.
This beauty is so beautiful that people will never forget her!
A slim woman in a red skirt walked in, her graceful appearance made people's hearts tingle.
Zhao Hong stood up involuntarily, looking at Yan Chun with a smile.
Her skin is as white as snow, her face is charming, her long legs are eye-catching, and she is charming.
"Shopkeeper Yan, the beauty of the country is so fragrant, it really makes people bleed...ah!"
Zhao Hong opened his eyes wide and shook his head in praise, not knowing whether it was true or not.
"You idiot! No ivory can come out of a dog's mouth!"
Yan Chun raised his head disdainfully, but he was enjoying it in his heart.
No woman in this world cares about her appearance.
"Shopkeeper Yan, please sit down!"
Zhao Hong laughed, looked back, and sat down himself.
"I forgot to thank you last time. You gave me a few good horses, but they are quite good. I don't have anything to thank you for. If you don't mind, I will give you myself."
In his free time, he went to the countryside to practice horse riding and went to Kuaiji Mountain in Shaoxing. Yan Chun's horse was a great help and greatly improved his riding skills, killing two birds with one stone.
"What do I want you to do, treat me like a dog?"
Yan Chun's face turned red and he immediately shouted back.
"You have to be careful, that horse will go crazy and break your dog's legs!"
I don't know why, but Yan Chun just likes to bicker with Zhao Hong. This made her feel free and at ease.
Neither of them mentioned the incident at Kuaiji Mountain Iron Factory, and acted as if nothing had happened.
"Shopkeeper Yan, you are very beautiful. You can score 95 points, but if you were just a little bit more beautiful, you would be perfect."
"95 points? That little bit?"
Yan Chun asked subconsciously.
"Don't you think you are too hard? If the hardness were removed from your body, you would be as tender as water and have a good time like a dream, then it would be perfect!"
Zhao Hong said with a smile.
If this Yan Chun were placed in future generations, with his short hair, he would be even more arrogant than the Western Invincibles, and confuse all living beings.
"Why would I do that? It hurts!"
Yan Chun came to the table, picked up the poems written by Zhao Hong on the table, looked at them and read them.
"Don't ask about Qi Kuo's life and death. He is a lonely monk walking in the clouds and flowing water. He laughs wildly and cries for no reason. Even if he is happy, his intestines are as ice as ice."
She looked at Zhao Hong and asked in surprise:
"Who hurt you? Do you want to become a monk?"
"Shopkeeper Yan, if you have nothing to do, write two poems to vent your anger. Do you really think I want to become a monk?"
Zhao Hong shook his head and changed the topic.
"Shopkeeper Yan, the Cold Food Festival is the most important festival for us Han people. It includes outings, West Lake tours, dragon boat watching, etc. You don't go to the fun and bustle, so why do you come here to me?"
If you don't have anything to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall. If Yan Chun comes here today, there's no chance that anything will happen.
I hope that Yan Chun will not mention going to the iron workshop in Kuaiji Mountain, Shaoxing.
"Your Majesty the Prince of Song Dynasty, new wine is on sale outside, but you don't go out to have a look. You want everyone to be drunk and I'm going to wake up alone!"
Yan Chun looked at Zhao Hong's playful smile and raised his thin black eyebrows.
This libertine is always immodest, but he is hard to dislike.
The Household Inspection Office of the Song Dynasty was responsible for the management of thirteen wine warehouses inside and outside the city. According to tradition, a boiling ceremony is held before the Qingming Festival every year. Official and private prostitutes dress up carefully, and hire dance teams, bands, etc. to participate in the new wine opening ceremony. Due to the government preparations, it was very lively. Wherever the procession passes, there are tall buildings and pavilions, embroidered curtains like clouds, tired people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and huge crowds of people.
Not to mention dragon boat racing, outings, willow planting, etc., the lively scene is as lively as the Lantern Festival.
This Zhao Hong, a prince and nobleman, did not go out to watch the fun, which really surprised her.
"Shopkeeper Yan, we are of the same mind and suffer from the same problem. No wonder we are so opportunistic."
Zhao Hong was slightly startled and laughed.
He likes Yan Chun's quick words and his joyful feelings of gratitude and enmity.
"It's so lively outside, but so deserted inside the mansion. Your Highness, this situation seems to be in response to your current situation. Your future is uncertain!"
Xu Ji and her two maids went to West Lake Jingci Temple. There was no one to monitor them, and the house was quiet.
Even so, there are still a few guards and slaves in the mansion, but it is much quieter than usual.
"In this situation, I want to recite a poem!"
Zhao Hong glanced at Yan Chun angrily and stared.
"Shop Manager Yan, why can't you say something nice when the future is uncertain?"
I say you are tough, but I still don’t believe it. Just this way of chatting, I have already been blocked.
"True advice is offensive to your ears, whether you like it or not! Anyway, if you want to successfully become the prince and ascend the throne smoothly, I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"
Yan Chun retorted unceremoniously.
"You already said this last time. However, my fate is up to me! In my world, Zhao Hong, there is no retreat, only rampage!"
Zhao Hong has always been very hard-core in front of beautiful women.
Yan Chun is outspoken and independent. He likes such beautiful women.
"Rampage? Aren't you afraid of being hit to death?"
Yan Chun was surprised by Zhao Hong's self-confidence and replied angrily.
"Afraid! But I believe in today's official family. Although I am not a filial son and grandson, I am still respectful and have no derailment. The official family still trusts me."
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and glanced at Yan Chun.
"Shopkeeper Yan, you're not here to entertain me, are you? If so, your purpose has been achieved and you can go back!"
"My heart is smaller than the eye of a needle, and I can't even joke!"
Yan Chun glared at Zhao Hong fiercely and sat down on the chair in front of the table.
"Excuse me for being rude and I apologize to you. Is that okay?"
In her impression, her father and brother loved her, and everyone treated her respectfully. It seemed that she had never apologized to anyone.
"Shopkeeper Yan, where are you from? Are you a descendant of Yan Zhenqing?"
Yan Chun's northern accent can't be hidden.
He had been trying to figure out Yan Chun's identity, asking around, but nothing came of it.
"Why do you ask these questions?"
Yan Chun asked warily.
"Of course I have to find out. If I don't know your details, how can I go to your house to propose marriage?"
Zhao Hong took a look at the woman's long legs.
This height and long legs are relatively rare among Jiangnan women.
"By you? I still don't like it!
Yan Chun hurt Zhao Hong first, and then continued:
"Zhao Hong, after reading your inscription at Fengle Tower and listening to your "Swordsman", I thought you were different from others. Only when I saw you today did I realize that I was wrong, very wrong! "
"Shop Manager Yan, are you realizing it now? Although I am young, handsome and rich, I am actually lustful, sinister and despicable. You understand it too late!"
Zhao Hong laughed, but he was actually very hurt inside.
Is he really so disdainful to Yan Chun?
"Zhao Hong, you are self-aware. However, you are in serious trouble, don't you know?"
Yan Chun snorted contemptuously, and couldn't stand Zhao Hong's cynicism.
Everyone said that Duke Ji Guo was lustful and vocal. Today, it seemed that he was determined to change his character.
Regardless of her teasing words, those evil eyes were always wandering around her body, making it difficult for her to get angry.
She was also surprised, why wasn't she angry?
"Shopkeeper Yan, please tell me, why am I in such a big disaster?"
Zhao Hong smiled and leaned back on the chair.
He wanted to hear what this beautiful woman could say about Chou Yin Mao.
"You have offended Shi Miyuan and angered Queen Yang. You still want to ascend the throne, so go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn dream!"
Yan Chun said angrily.
Zhao Hong's eyes widened and he suddenly became energetic.
Could this beauty, who is so aware of her situation, have also traveled through time?
"Let's change to a cup of hot tea first. Take out those good teas given by the emperor and don't fool others with them!"
Yan Chun pointed to the "bubble tea" in front of him, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Okay, okay, you are my most distinguished guest. Let me change the tea for you!"
Zhao Hong smiled and asked his servants to change the tea.
There are also guests who ask the host to change the tea. This beauty is quite straightforward.
He was used to making tea and drinking it, watching the tea leaves fall slowly and smelling the fragrance of the tea leaves.
Unfortunately, there are no glasses.
By the way, how is glass produced? The raw materials seem to be several types of stones, limestone, soda ash and sand.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Yan Chun looked at Zhao Hong's teacup and his eyes widened again unconsciously.
"Why do you drink tea like this? You are so vulgar!"
"Shopkeeper Yan, all sages have been lonely since ancient times, let alone my generation, which is lonely and upright. In fact, drinking tea like this makes it more delicious!"
Zhao Hong showed off, and Yan Chun turned his head disdainfully.
Drinking tea also makes me feel "Gu and Zhi", it's so sour!
"Zhao Hong, I ask you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully!"
Without waiting for Zhao Hong to nod, Yan Chun moved the chair closer, with a cold expression on his face, as if he was a thousand miles away.
"Zhao Hong, the new emperor of the Jin Dynasty has ascended the throne. How should the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty get along with each other?"
Yan Chun's words made Zhao Hong stunned and blurted out.
"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, the skin is gone, and the hair will not be attached. Of course, we need to join forces to fight against the Mongolia!"
You're an unscrupulous profiteer who sells grain. Why do you care about these things?
Yan Chun's face showed a hint of joy. She looked at Zhao Hong and her attitude became much gentler.
"Then do you think the Song Dynasty court will resume the Jiading Peace Agreement and send money to the Kingdom of Jin?"
Great Jin Kingdom? Jiading Peace Negotiation?
Zhao Hong was slightly startled, and his doubts about Yan Chun's identity increased.
"Shopkeeper Yan, aren't you a craftsman from the Kingdom of Jin?"
Zhao Hong asked subconsciously.
"There's so much nonsense! Tell me quickly, will the Song Dynasty resume the Jiading Peace Agreement and send money to the Jin Kingdom?"
Yan Chun's eyes widened, and Zhao Hong laughed, all doubts in his heart disappearing.
If the Jin Dynasty sent such a useless person to work carefully, then the minister of the Jin Dynasty who carried out this matter would definitely be a big useless person.
In this world, are any of the cunning and cunning people in high positions a fool?
"To be honest, I have no interest in such idiotic topics. Even if you think about it with your butt, it is impossible to collect coins."
Zhao Hong said unceremoniously and changed the topic.
"However, if possible, Song and Jin will join forces to fight against the Tatars."
Zhao Hong gave Versailles a try.
The shame of Jingkang and the hatred of the country and the family must be put aside first. In the final analysis, if the Southern Song Dynasty wants to survive, it must first harden up, and then talk about restoring the Central Plains and conquering the world.
Yan Chun nodded slightly, with a relaxed expression and seemed a little disappointed.
