Entered a wine shop, only to see that the scale of this wine shop is not small, divided into two floors, just step into the threshold, the aroma of rice wine will come to the nose, there are a lot of wine customers, it is raining today, many people do not come out to make a living, the weather is very cold, it is the best time to drink.

Seven or eight pots of charcoal fires were placed everywhere, and the wine shop was as warm as spring, Shen Ao picked up a position by the charcoal basin and sat down, ordered wine and food, and began to wait.

After a while, there was still no newsboy coming, Shen Ao was a little anxious, his ears were full of gossip from some drinkers, and some drinkers were swallowed by a few glasses of wine, so they talked a lot, and they were very bold, and even the scandals in the palace dared to spread.

Shen Ao closed his eyes and was silent, just when he was impatient, he saw a ragged boy coming in with a burden wrapped in oilcloth.

The boy looked left and right, looking a little jerky, and even the shopkeeper was quite displeased when he saw him, and was ready to send someone to drive him away.

Xiao Tong's face was a little red from the cold, and he finally had the courage to speak out: "The Iya Weekly is on sale today, one copy of five texts, the content is extremely exciting, the strange and elegant things written by the mysterious genius of the Guya Mountain House, all the guests, don't miss it......"

Most of these words were taught by Wu San'er, and when they came out, they attracted the attention of many drinkers.

Elegant Weekly?

I haven't heard of it, but it's stained with the word Ya, and I don't know if it's a Yaya mountain house and something new; It must be known that in the past few months, the Ya Mountain House has been brilliant repeatedly, and it has already become a household name in Bianjing City, and everyone knows it!

It's just, this weekly, what is it?

Listening to the newsboy's shout, many people have already moved, the five cents are not much, a few cooking cakes, try it, and see what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of this elegant mountain house, and there is no need to hesitate too much; It's just that no one came out to buy it for a while, and many people had the intention of never taking the lead, but they just watched eagerly, and did not mean to make a move immediately.

At this time, it is more about patience, as long as there is the first person to eat the crab, those who are excited will naturally respond; It's up to whomever wants to eat the first crab.

The newsboy called a few times, but no one came to buy it, and suddenly his face showed disappointment, and at this time, a voice said, "Come, bring me a copy." ”

The one who spoke was a scholar wearing a scarf, looking at his appearance, his family background was only afraid that it would not be much better, and he thought that he had come from other places to visit friends and seek teachers.

He pinched out five copper coins and handed them to the newsboy in front of everyone, who hurriedly lifted the oilcloth bag, took out a weekly magazine, and said, "Guest officer, take it well." ”

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on the scholar, holding his breath, looking at it with curiosity, seeing that there were only three stacked large papers, he was slightly disappointed in his heart, it turned out that this is a weekly magazine, only these few pieces of paper are worth five cents?

Many people don't think so; Even the scholar was a little disappointed, and spread out the newspaper to read the contents on it, and when he saw it, he was attracted.

"Dong Sheng's words are reverie, and he is a native of Qingzhou West. In the twilight of the winter moon, the exhibition was blazing on the couch. Fang will set up a bonlamp, and suitable friends will drink, and then go to the house. To the friend's place, there is a doctor, good and good, all over the ......"

The scholar suddenly understood that this was a story, and the protagonist of the story was called Dong Sheng, which was quite interesting, but I don't know what this story is about?

A rough introduction to Dong Sheng's life, and then it was said that Dong Sheng met a doctor who wanted to diagnose his pulse, and after the diagnosis, the doctor said: "I have seen more people, but the pulse is not more peculiar than yours." I really don't understand the reason for being rich but having a sign of poverty, and living a long life but a short life. ”

That night, Dong Sheng returned home, but met a beautiful woman who was suddenly in his house. The story after this is both novel and twisty, and at the end, the scholar couldn't help but shake his head: "It turns out that this fairy-like woman is actually a fox spirit, hey, the monster turned into a fox, this is strange." ”

The thought he muttered made people's hearts pound, and a drinker who finally couldn't sit still said to the newsboy: "I'll have a weekly too." ”

Shen Ao continued to pretend to drink seriously, a few glasses of wine in his stomach, his body also warmed up, thinking to himself, this weekly magazine has nothing to do, but it is full of stories that everyone likes to hear, if it can't attract people, buddy will go back to the street to ride a female donkey.

He happily looked at the scholar who read the weekly, but saw that the scholar was concentrated, and with unfinished intentions, he turned the page to read the next story, knowing that his weekly should be recognized to a certain extent, and sales were not a problem, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "I don't know if this imperial court prohibits or does not prohibit the content that the silver family likes to see, should this son be anxious for people's needs, and then open a fifth column, haha......." ”

I think so, but this is just Shen Ao's cranky thoughts, Shen Ao still values the quality of this newspaper very much!

……………………………………………… The palace room in the rain is like being in a fairyland, the misty drizzle falls on the glazed tiles, and the slightest sound is made on the white jade corridor.

Today's Zhao Ji seems to be a little depressed, originally going to Wansui Mountain to watch the mountain to paint, who knows that the will of heaven will make people, but he can only stay in Wenjing Pavilion and watch the rain scene silently.

A few days ago, I knocked Shen Ao, and the Qiguo Mansion really stopped a lot, and there was no terrifying news from the Ya Mountain House, it seems that this Shen Ao was really frightened, but this fright, but this fright, made Zhao Ji seem a little lonely, used to listening to Yang Jian every now and then to hear some of Shen Ao's elegant things, and now there is no news all of a sudden, but he feels empty in his heart.

He sat in front of the imperial desk and looked at the poems hanging on the wall, and in the delicate strokes, word by word made him even more melancholy, asking what is the situation in the world?

What is love, this sentence is a good question, very good, a rhetorical question, but it is the finishing touch, which hits people's hearts.

Zhao Ji sighed, wanting to pick up the pen to write something, but put the pen down again, and his eyebrows became solemn.

Suddenly, a small footstep came in a hurry, it was Yang Jian, Yang Jian had a smile on his face, that smile was like a spring breeze, anyone who saw it, would have a sense of closeness.

Seeing Yang Jian, Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Jian has been with him for 20 years, and in the past 20 years, the master and slave have been together, if you say that there is no emotion, it is a lie.

Zhao Ji smiled slightly: "You slave, you are still talented, I heard that you went out of the palace?" ”

Yang Jianden said with trepidation: "The official family forgives the sin, today it is not the slave who is on duty, and the slave advocates to leave the palace without authorization." ”

Zhao Ji also knew that his words seemed to be a bit heavier, and said: "You can leave the palace, but I have to stay here all day, hey, when the rain stops, you can go out for a walk with me." ”

Since that micro-service visit, he has not returned for a long time, not only the court, but also the government and the opposition have been chaotic for a while, and since then, Zhao Ji has no longer acted rashly; Today, he proposed to go out in micro-service, which is really suffocating in this palace.

Yang Jian bowed his head slightly, and said with a smile: "The slave only knew that the official family was in a panic, so he specially brought a novelty and asked the official family to take a look."

Zhao Ji looked at it, but saw that Yang Jian seemed to be holding a long brocade box in his hand, his heart moved slightly, and he said, "Take it and show it to me." ”

Yang Jian walked over cautiously and opened the long box, but inside was a roll of paper with dense small characters, Zhao Ji saw that the word was the product of engraving and printing, this paper is not an antiquity, and what is written on it is not calligraphy, what is there to see?

Spread out the paper at random, and when you look at it, it doesn't move.

Suiya Weekly?

What is it? Zhao Ji thought of the Ya Mountain House, he knew that the person behind the Ya Mountain House must be Shen Ao, so is this Ya Weekly also related to Shen Ao?

He turned to the last page, but there was a story written on it, saying that there was a monkey on a rock, and a monkey was born on the stone. That's a surprise. Looking further down, it is how this monkey apprenticed, how he studied, and how he killed the demon king of the mixed world, taught the little monkey to perform martial arts, and taught the little monkey to cut bamboo as a standard, cut wood as a knife, control the flag, whistle, and set up camp in the village.

When I got here, I watched for half an hour, but I left a sentence: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown." ”

Zhao Ji was still unsatisfied, but he couldn't help but smile: "It's really nonsense, how can a monkey learn human language, and how can it be ever-changing, this idea is mostly thought up by Shen Ao." ”

Yang Jian stood aside, but did not speak, although Zhao Ji was scolding, he did not mean to be angry.

Zhao Ji paused and continued: "But this story is also very exciting, there are many stories circulating in the market, but there is no such broad-mindedness as him, I have been very idle these days, look at this weekly, but I can pass some time." ”

He thought for a moment and asked again, "Is there still this weekly?" ”

Yang Jian said: "This weekly is newly released, every seven issues, the official wants to read it, but I am afraid that I will have to wait." ”

Zhao Ji sighed and said: "This Shen Ao, but I don't know what kind of fame he is making, I can't stop him, and I will go down, only let him live in peace for a while, and then it will sprout in a solid state." ”

Between the sighs, an attendant came to say: "Official, Wu Wencai, the host guest of the Ministry of Rites, asks to see you." ”

"What is he here for?" Zhao Ji frowned and placed the weekly magazine on the imperial case.

"When I returned to the official's house, I said that the prince of Nibora had sent a letter of state, and I wanted to ask the official family to look at it first, and then mediate with the prince of Niboro."

Zhao Ji closed his eyes, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, such a fierce color is very rare in Yang Jian's eyes, Yang Jian's heart sank, and said: "That mud Boluo prince is extremely arrogant, such a small country, dare not put the Celestial Empire in his eyes, the official family, why not drive that prince away, but also live in peace." ”

Zhao Ji shook his head and said thoughtfully: "Although Nibora is a small country, it is very useful, and they are only afraid that they know the bottom line of the Great Song Dynasty and know my difficulties, so they dare to do this." Hmph, the prince's arrogance is only used to probe my bottom line. Then, he waved his hand and said, "Go to Xuanwu Langzhong." ”

After a while, Wu Wencai Xu stepped into the pavilion, he was over forty years old, and he had a graceful look between his gestures, his eyes were bloodshot, but they were also sharp and compelling, but at this moment, the sharp color suddenly decreased, and he was replaced by a little panic; At first glance, it can be seen that he is a capable man.

Zhao Ji sat behind the imperial case, and the thunderous anger had already disappeared, but he put on an amiable and respectable face, smiled at Wu Wencai, and said to Yang Jian: "Sit." ”

Yang Jian went to bring a brocade pier to Wu Wencai, Wu Wencai sat down, took out a hardwood wrapped in red silk cloth of the national letter, arched it high with both hands, and said: "Your Majesty, the country of Ni Boluo presents the national letter, please refer to the imperial review." ”

Yang Jian picked up the national letter and placed it on the imperial case, Zhao Ji smiled: "Wu Aiqing has worked hard. ”

After saying this sentence, the national letter was opened, and the words in the national letter were made of the same book of the two Chinese characters, mainly Chinese characters, and the Ni national script was the secondary, and only a little glance could be used to understand its meaning.

Zhao Ji saw it at first glance, the smile suddenly froze, there were many murderous intentions in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and pushed the national letter down the imperial case, got up and took his hands, but he was pacing back and forth in the pavilion with a heavy heart. With each step, the anger increased by a point, and his face was extremely ugly.

In the past, his surname was tranquil, but now he didn't know that the prince had touched his scales, the anger of the Son of Heaven, there was an overwhelming oppression, which made Yang Jian and Wu Wencai suddenly change color, and they didn't dare to speak with bated breath.

"Your Majesty, the negotiation of Weichen is not effective, it is an insult to the country, and I am willing to be killed." Wu Wencai suddenly slipped down from the brocade pier, knelt on the ground, and pleaded guilty.

Zhao Ji sneered and looked back, and snorted coldly: "It has nothing to do with you, hum, this small country of mud Bora projectiles, dare to come to threaten Yu Me, and dare to say that I am not ashamed to ask my Great Song and him to worship the Western Xia example, haha, Yelang is arrogant... Shameless..."

When Yang Jian heard this, he immediately understood, and secretly said in his heart, is this mud Bora country crazy? Zun Xi Xia case? Just a country of projectiles like Mubara?

The so-called Western Xia example is the alliance concluded between the Western Xia and the Song State after the three major battles during the reign of Renzong. Western Xia was a vassal to Song, and the lord accepted Song's title; The Song Dynasty gave 50,000 taels of silver, 130,000 horses of silk, and 20,000 catties of tea to Xixia every year; In addition, 22,000 taels of silver, 23,000 horses of silk, and 10,000 catties of tea are given to Xixia every year during various festivals. At that time, Song Renzong agreed to the request put forward by the lord of Western Xia, so Song Xia formally reached a peace agreement, which is known as the "Qingli Peace Conference" in history.

This contract is ostensibly the Western Xia to the Great Song Dynasty, but the content is shocking, every year to give the Western Xia as much as 100,000 silver, as well as silk, tea, and all kinds of treasures, in fact, everyone knows that the Great Song Dynasty is a dumb loss, there is no bitterness to say.

The problem is that the Western Xia can get this treatment, because of their strength, especially the three major battles, the two sides have been fighting for several years, and the Great Song Dynasty has been defeated repeatedly, so they have to make this decision for peace.

Zhao Ji paced back and forth angrily, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said abruptly: "Wu Aiqing, if I immediately expel Prince Nibora now, so that he will not be allowed to set foot on the shore of the Great Song Dynasty for the rest of his life, is it in line with the national etiquette?" ”

Although he was furious, he finally retained a little sanity, and at this time, he was still taking care of foreign affairs etiquette.

Wu Wencai lay on the ground, not daring to move, but his voice was sonorous: "Weichen thinks that it is absolutely impossible, this time to conclude an alliance with Ni Po Luo, it is no longer about the Great Song Dynasty, but about the national policy of the Tubo State, and the Tubo envoys have repeatedly come to ask about the covenant, that is, I hope that Your Majesty can conclude an alliance with Ni Po Luo as soon as possible, so that the Tubo State can resist the Western Xia without worries." ”