Chapter 287： Sugar-coated ice sword

Chapter 287 The Ice Sword Wrapped in Sugar

Pei Yuanxian, Regent of the Song Dynasty, led the students of Guanlan Academy to Wanzhou in person, which caused quite a stir in Wanzhou.

After all, this man had also become a hot topic in Yanjing back then.

And now, he actually came to Wanzhou swaggeringly and aboveboard.

Based on Pei Yuanxian's rank and specifications, it stands to reason that Ji Xuan, the elder Jijiu, should receive him. But Ji Xuan was used to throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper, so this matter naturally fell to Zhe Yu.

Wanzhou entered the rainy season in May, and the weather became hot.

Zhe Yu took the Imperial Forest Army bestowed by Emperor Yan Wu to meet Pei Yuanxian at the gate of the city. "It was unexpected that the Prince Regent would come in person."

Zhe Yu said so, but his expression clearly knew that he would come.

Pei Yuanxian got off the carriage, still wearing a light-colored toga with large sleeves, with white chrysanthemums outlined in gold lines, but the material is lighter and more breathable.

Standing beside the carriage is a heroic Huanyan, which is completely different from the beauties in Dongli Villa.

"Mr. Zheyu is safe and well. The dean of our country is old, and this king will take care of him temporarily. Besides, Wanzhou has rich resources, natural treasures, and outstanding people. This king has long wanted the students of the academy to come out and walk more. Traveling thousands of miles is better than reading thousands of books. "

Zhe Yu nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "The regent is very considerate. It's just that there is still more than a month before the game, and it is also the rainy season. I am afraid that the students will suffer from heat and humidity."

"There is no way. Our country does not have your kind of stadium, so we have to borrow your venue. If you want to come to Wanzhou as the host, you will not refuse our legitimate request." Pei Yuanxian glanced at Zhe Yu's amber eyes, and continued: " Or, the students are young and strong, even if they suffer a little bit, they can bear it."

The golf tournament is an individual event, so Song Guo brought eight students, not too many and not too few.

At this time, everyone was wiping sweat under the scorching sun, probably because they were not used to the weather in Wanzhou.

Zhe Yu turned his lower body to the side, "The two countries enjoy good trade relations, and opening up is an established policy, so we welcome it naturally. The post house is ready, please, the Regent."

"Please." As he said that, Pei Yuanxian still turned his head, and said to the direction of the carriage: "Huanyan, just look at my Boju, it's a bit dull after entering Wanzhou, and I'm going to give it to an old friend."

Zhe Yu followed the carriage and saw Huanyan got into the carriage, bringing out a pot of unflowered plants, carelessly. "My lord, this Bo chrysanthemum has sprung up, and it really adapts to the scenery of Wanzhou."

Smiled lightly, Zhe Yu naturally heard about Boju from Baicao Poetry, which is a fine chrysanthemum, but she searched for it for a year, but found no wild Boju, unexpectedly being found by Pei Yuanxian.

Pei Yuanxian smiled, and hugged the flower pot into his arms, "My old friend loved this chrysanthemum very much, and this chrysanthemum can be considered a psychic, so it will be fine when we arrive in Wanzhou."

Folded feathers hooked his lips, and said with a smile: "We have cultivated a lot of this kind of chrysanthemum in the Liuli Palace of Kunming Academy. It doesn't matter if your regent's is broken, we can give you a pot."

Pei Yuanxian: "..."

My heart trembled, if such a rare and precious bochrysanthemum could be cultivated, what else could not be grown in this farming and mulberry base?

The two teams headed towards the post station and arrived at their destination in less than half an hour. At this time, at the gate of the post station, there was a long line of small merchants and hawkers. Seeing the arrival of the Song State Student Group, they started shouting.

"It's selling ice, it's selling ice, and a big piece of ice only costs twenty cents."

"Iced sour plum soup, sweet and sour, only twenty cents."

"Selling herbal tea, mung bean cake, cold water lychee paste, no money if not cold."

The students of Guanlan Academy were dumbfounded. Originally thought that the relationship between the two countries was delicate, but at this time they came to Wanzhou with the intention of competing for superiority, and they would not be welcomed by Wanzhou people. Who would have thought that the people of Wanzhou are so warm and hospitable, except that things are more expensive, there is nothing wrong with them. What's more, in such a hot day, these ice drinks are a rare commodity to live in.

The students cheered and rushed forward.

Pei Yuanxian pursed his dry lips, the cold feeling in his heart, but he seemed to understand Zhe Yu's intention.

This is clearly a sugar-coated ice drink wrapped in a sword!

Conspiracy Zhe Yu doesn't bother to play, it's all a conspiracy.

**

Da Yan Palace.

A carefree figure walked out of Tianyuan Hall. In Yanjing in May, the sun was shining brightly, but he raised his head, revealing his slightly dark skin, and greedily took a deep breath in the sun.

This Yan capital, this palace, the familiar smell, I, Ying Zhefeng, are back again.

A moment later, he walked along the middle palace road towards the outside of the palace. After walking a few steps, a sedan chair was oncoming, covered with a canopy. Sitting on it is a charming woman.

Ying Zhefeng stared, turning his body sideways. Now that he was white, he bowed slightly, "Concubine Si is well."

The sedan chair stopped, Luan Si raised her jade hand lightly, and Dan Kou's fingertips were bright red. A small movement, extremely elegant. "His Royal Highness is back, just come back."

With just one sentence, Ying Zhefeng tightened his fingers in his cuffs, raised his eyes for a look, and then lowered them again. "Thank you for your concern, Madam. I heard that Madam is happy with the prince, but I haven't congratulated Madam yet."

"The concubine thanked His Royal Highness the Ninth Highness. I hope that when I grow up, I will be as heroic as you. This trip to Wanzhou, the Ninth Highness will make great contributions again, and I believe it will soon be back to normal."

The conversation ended, the sedan chair left, and Ying Zhefeng left.

His destination is the House of the Sixteen Kings—Mingjun Wangfu.

Ying Zheming was ordered to close the door and think about his mistakes, but he also allowed others to visit. It's just that no one has been here except Concubine Cui Shu.

Ying Zhefeng entered the gate of the mansion, and in the main hall, he saw the sloppy Ying Zheming, unkempt, with a long beard, who was even more miserable than the exile.

"Emperor brother?"

Ying Zheming came back to his senses, blinked, "Old Nine, Old Nine?"

The voice suddenly increased, and the emotion was very excited, "You are back, you are finally back."

He stepped forward and hugged Ying Zhefeng, beating his back with his fist.

"Yes, Brother Huang, I'm back."

Who said that a man does not flick his tears easily, at least at this moment, Ying Zhefeng's eyes are moist. "Brother Huang, how did you end up in such a mess?"

Ying Zheming suddenly became surly, his eyes full of hatred and killing intent. "It was time for me to marry Li Qing. Someone must have been dissatisfied and made things difficult for me, causing my father to suspect me. A Feng, you have to help me find out who did it."

Ying Zhefeng held Ying Zheming's arm, "Brother Huang, I came back this time to play ball in Wanzhou under the order of my father. When I return triumphantly, I will definitely ask my father for a pardon for my brother. "

"Okay, it really is my good brother!" Ying Zheming patted Ying Zhefeng's arm, laughing wildly, "Ah Feng, you go to the Taifu's Mansion to find Li Qing, she was studying at Kunming Academy before, for this kind of golf You are more familiar, you must beat Kunming Academy to the ground, and let the host lose face, so as to teach the Six Nations that the king of front is the real king of the court."

(end of this chapter)