"Ah, this..."
All the guests and followers of the Zhu family looked at each other and were at a loss.
What? Our Mr. Zhu just had the slightest idea, and the prodigy, the first-ranked governor, has already been poured a basin of sewage over his head and face?
Is there any natural reason for riding on 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.
"Okay, okay, I miss you, Mrs. Zhu. I am loyal to the court and officials, and I have no second thoughts.
But I didn’t expect that the emperor was ignorant and ignorant, allowing traitors to bring trouble to the court, and even sent such 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 this time, his biological father had already fallen into the hands of Gao Zhang. Could he still be so stupid that he just went to deliver the food and then peacefully let others chop off his head?
There is a dragon in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a yellow robe and a crown of emperor 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.
They all pulled up their clothes and rolled up their sleeves, wishing they could pick up weapons and kill them. It would be best to go to Bianliang in Tokyo and become a general, eating and drinking all day long and living 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.
"If you brothers can share the hardships with me, in the future, I will share the world with you brothers and share the glory and wealth."
As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of howling ghosts and wolves in the entire main hall of Tongyuan.
As Zhu Meng issued orders one after another, these desperadoes excitedly followed the orders one by one.
Zhu Meng left two of his confidants to guard here. 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 sitting lazily 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 white 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 gently fanning themselves in the cool breeze.
Even so, Zhao Ji still felt dry all over, and glanced at the Bai Xuan spread on the table in front of him, as well as the ground ink.
Alas, the weather is too hot, which really affects my mood for creating. Even the inspiration for painting is lost due to the heat. It is really unhappy.
He couldn't even doze off, and when he was bored, the official Zhao Ji lazily looked around, and his eyes fell on Yang Jian who was standing next to him.
"Did you receive a letter from Xiao Gao today?"
Hearing this inquiry, Yang Jian quickly lowered his body.
"When I return to the official's house, I don't know much about it. How about I ask?"
"Well, go, go and come back quickly. That child, you haven't written to me for almost three days, and I don't know what the situation is? It's really worrying..."
After hearing what official Zhao Ji said, Yang Jian nodded silently, quietly exited the pavilion and walked away quickly.
This person who cares about his mother is really closer than his biological son. Speaking of which, Xiao Gao Zhuangyuan has been away from 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 the scenery he would paint with the pen in his hand due to the occasional spark of inspiration.
This made the officials quite satisfied. Every time they received a letter from Gao Zhang, they would seriously comment on the paintings and calligraphy works sent by Gao Zhang in detail, and then reply to Gao Zhang through the channels of the Imperial City Department.
This made Yang Jianpo dumbfounded. Although Gao Zhang left Tokyo, he felt as if he had never left.
But I have to admit that this clever Number One Scholar really understood the official's thoughts.
Of course, the biggest advantage is that the talent of the Number One Scholar is comparable to that of the official family, and their brain circuits can be connected.
Otherwise, there are countless people who lick the official family, why do the official family only favor Gao Zhang, the prodigy 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 the letters and paintings sent to him during Xiao Gao's absence.
This child would create something whenever he admired the beautiful scenery, and then would send his paintings back, occasionally leaving a poem on them that suited the occasion.
Such talent really made Zhao Ji, an official, see it in his eyes and feel happy in his heart.
Moreover, his words were full of thoughts and greetings about his master, which really comforted the official Zhao Ji and wished he could recall Gao Zhang and stay with him.
But when he thought about Xiao Gao's future, the official Zhao Ji could only resist the impulse and let his beloved disciple go to Jiangnan to achieve political achievements and meritorious deeds.
Now that I think about it, the child should have entered Liangzhe Road. I don't know if he can adapt to the climate in Jiangnan.
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 full of joy, holding a scroll in his hand and opening the curtain.
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"The official's house, the servants just walked not far when they met someone who brought a letter from Duke Zhuangyuan and a painting."
"Ha, I was thinking about him, and the result is here. Get it quickly."
Official Zhao Ji couldn't help but stand up with joy, took the painting, and looked at the letter again.
"You guys, hurry up and get the poles for hanging paintings. I'll see what good news Xiao Gao brings first."
As soon as the letter was opened, Gao Zhang's thin golden body, which was almost the same as his own, appeared on the page.
First, as usual, he told about his journey south in the past few days and finally arrived at Liangzhe Road. The other part was that the work he had been carefully conceiving and creating these days was finally completed.
This time I sent it back, firstly to ask the Master to comment and correct it; secondly, I hope that the Master can leave a mark of calligraphy on the painting and send it back.
Because of this painting, he wanted to keep it with him. Whenever he missed his master, he would hang it up and admire it...
"???"
(End of chapter)
