Li Shishi lives in a courtyard on weekdays in Yanglou Street, and only goes to Minglou when he visits or holidays. If the emperor is inconvenient to show up in public, he will naturally go directly to the house to entertain him.

Cao Hua was actually very guilty when he went out without disguising himself. He walked through the secluded alleys on the grounds that there were many people and eyes, and the scene had been cleared along the way. Zhao Jie believed him deeply and did not say much.

"See sir!"

The quiet courtyard is filled with fragrance. In the teahouse, there is a woman standing under the eaves and giving a gift.

Emperor Zhao Jie slowly raised his hand, walked to the main seat of the teahouse and sat down with a gentle smile: "Shi Shi, you haven't seen each other for a few months, but you have lost weight."

Li Shishi knelt in front of the tea case and was generous, as if facing an old friend: "Mr. March is coming, and I can't sleep or eat, so I lose weight."

Outside the teahouse.

Cao Hua leaned against the wall and threw his sword aside, and took out his ears and looked helpless. These unnutritious polite words were really nothing to hear. It would be better to go up and leave in three minutes if you were whining.

There is no intention of finishing in the teahouse for three minutes. The two of them praised each other one by one, and in the end they somehow turned to the poem.

Zhao Jie is fond of poetry and calligraphy. If he only discusses the literary achievements in the literary world, he is also a great man.

"The poetic atmosphere of passing the Panic Beach is more than enough, but it is too sad for the Song Dynasty to be sad for spring and autumn. If it weren't for seeing Chen Qingqiu's hard work, he would have to exil to Lingnan."

"Although Mr. Chen's poem is suspected of being exaggerated, it is also a famous work that can be celebrated throughout the ages. If he was exiled to Lingnan, it would be difficult for the gentleman to explain it to his scholars."

"Why wouldn't I know that Chen Qingqiu has some knowledge? This poem cannot be written by him. However, no one dares to stand up because the meaning of this poem is not good, so I can't punish him."

"Oh?" Li Shishi raised his eyebrows: "If it is true as Mr. said, the person who wrote this poem must be a loyal minister. Who does sir think it is?"

Zhao Jie frowned and thought for a moment: "Zhou Yanbang is good at lyrics, and it is possible that he is good at essays. He often goes to poetry and literature meetings, and he should know Chen Qingqiu's daughter. I always think he is secretly helping Chen Qingqiu. Miss Shishi knows him, have you ever asked?"

"Zhou Lang?" Li Shishi frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and shook his head: "Zhou Lang is extraordinary, but his poems are clear but not charming, introverted and graceful, which is completely different from being over the fearful beach. I think it is not him."

This is actually to help Zhou Yanbang clear his relationship so as not to avoid this great talent who had a bad career as a genius. Talented people still hide and write poems saying "Mountains and rivers are broken and winds are floating." If the person in power is dissatisfied, they will be dissatisfied.

Zhou Bangyan pursued Li Shishi for a long time, but although he did not agree, the two still had common friendships.

Zhao Jie nodded, feeling that this was reasonable: "Now scholars, alas! Since 'the life experience is rising and falling, the rain hits the duckweed', what if I say it in front of me, what if I give him an official position."

Perhaps feeling really itchy, Zhao Jie ordered: "Cao Hua, send someone to find the poet."

"promise!"

Outside the teahouse, Cao Hua answered.

The thief shouts to catch the thief!

------------

The night is getting darker.

Cao Hua leaned against the pillar and felt drowsy, and the conversation inside continued.

In a daze, my ears suddenly moved.

His body's instinct woke him up suddenly, his eyes looking at one courtyard wall like an eagle.

Two figures were jumping down sneakily, a black-faced scholar and a strong man.

Cao Hua frowned and was about to scold him. Dai Zong, the Shenxing Taibao, stepped forward and covered his mouth with a big strode.

"Boy, it's better not to speak out. My brother has something important to visit the emperor and doesn't want to kill anyone."

Governor Cao raised his hands and blinked his eyes to indicate that he knew.

It's over, and it's really the Five Tigers of Liangshan who are in trouble in Tokyo.

At the same time, Song Jiang was dressed and respectfully entered the teahouse, knelt down in the corridor, and gave a big gift first.

"See Your Majesty, I'm going to Song Jiang..."

Emperor Zhao Jiezheng chatted with Li Shishi. In a blink of an eye, he saw someone breaking in and frowned slightly: "Cao Hua!" He remained motionless, but just called softly.

Just kidding, a little thief leader brought someone to assassinate him. He really thought that the infamous reputation of "Kyoto Tai Sui" was created by power?

Outside the teahouse.

Dai Zongzheng was about to follow him into the house, but when he heard this, his face suddenly changed. A short knife slid out of his sleeve, looking at the roofs around him, extremely cautious.

Governor Cao, who was bent over and carefully preparing to go out to call people, closed his eyes upon hearing this.

Exposed! Exposed!

He was afraid of anything he was afraid of. Since Song Jiang didn't have to think about it, he knew that there were still a few people waiting outside. He didn't know how to fight at all. He had killed so many bandits, and only one musket was shot. Anyone who was killed was killed by random knives.

But if you don't come forward, you will probably be slapped by the emperor.

There was death in front and behind, Cao Hua had to stand up with his head, lifted his sword and walked slowly towards the teahouse, and said in a pretentious manner: "Sir, since these two little thieves want to see him, why not listen to what they want to say, dare to come here risking their lives, what they want to say should not be nonsense."

If you don’t have enough kung fu, you can get your acting skills.

The words are cold, and the eyes of the snake and scorpion are really like the Nine Palaces of Hell.

The Taibao of Shenxing Dai Zong was numb on his scalp. He thought he had captured a little book boy, but he didn't expect that the infamous "Kyoto Tai Sui" was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Thinking of the contact just now, Dai Zong felt that he had walked at the Ghost Gate, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The lackeys in the court were indeed insidious.

Cao Hua walked by Dai Zong at will without any warning, with his eyes squinted and arrogant expression.

Dai Zong's heart tense, his eyes stared at the snow-white sword, and he carefully took a few steps back.

A three-foot sword hangs on his waist and kills someone with a smile.

Wen was furious and bowed his head in the court and the sword broke out in Bianjing.

Thinking of these rumors piled up with the blood of the righteous, Dai Zong, the Shenxing Taibao, felt that even breathing was very difficult and could not suppress the trembling in his heart.

In the teahouse, Song Jiang's words also stopped, and a few drops of cold sweat fell on the floor, staring at the boots from the corner of his eyes.

It was a long way to calculate, but it was not calculated that the emperor followed Cao Hua. If he started, he might not have waited for Li Kui and Yan Qing to arrive and they both died on the spot.

No one can see the sword of Kyoto Tai Sui clearly. Those who see clearly are already dead!

Hearing Cao Hua's words, Zhao Jie did not veto it. He patiently held the teacup and waited for Song Jiang to continue speaking.

Cao Hua walked to Zhao Jie with a swagger and sat down. His face was as gloomy as frost, and he slapped the long sword on the table.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound!

The three of them inside and outside the teahouse were trembling, and Li Shishi almost screamed in shock, and his appearance was lost.

The Shenxing Taibao Dai Zong swallowed his saliva, and the short knife in his hand trembled slightly.

Even Zhao Jie was startled by his vicious expression and coughed lightly: "Cao Hua, give them a chance, don't be really angry."

"snort!"

He glanced at the three people opposite the tea case, staring at the lamb to be slaughtered like a hungry wolf.

My God, what am I doing!

He could hear his heartbeat!

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

"Xie Shengzhang is magnanimous."

Song Jiang gritted his teeth and wiped off his sweat from his forehead: "Now there are Liao and Jin in the north and Shu invaders in the west. Everyone in Liangshan is willing to eliminate thieves for the country..."

He couldn't hold on for too long, so he could hear Song Jiang's long speech: "Do you want the court to invite peace?"

Song Jiang was stunned and hurriedly bowed: "What Lord Cao said is exactly, as long as..."

He waved his hand and turned to the emperor and said, "Sir, Liangshan is just a group of water bandits. The local yamen is not effective in clearing out the troops and attacking the people and causing money. It is better to be incorporated into the Black Feather Guard, which can be considered as doing its part for the court."

I want to send these evil stars away quickly, so I can only say this.

Zhao Jie nodded slightly when he heard this: "Cao Hua, you can make the decision."

Song Jiang thanked him repeatedly, Dian Kui Si has a high position and is very powerful, and all the Black Feather Guards are good players. As long as they have the ability, they are not afraid of being reused.

Cao Hua breathed a sigh of relief and was about to arrange for Song Jiang to report to the clean room when he heard another scolding outside:

"Dog Eunuch, how dare I frame my brother Song, I will kill the Bird Emperor today..."

The maid Huan'er, who quietly disappeared, carefully returned to the outside of the teahouse, with a bit of murderous intent in her eyes.

The night wind suddenly blows and heavy rain is coming.
Chapter completed!