As for how to make the Khitans like elegance, Zheng Lang didn't say anything more. There are many methods, such as sending literati to communicate and sing with each other, or going further, encouraging the Khitans to believe in Buddhism in disguise, etc. As long as the ministers recognize this method, they are not marching and fighting, and they are helpless. These yin's ability to harm people happen to be good at literati. I believe that Lu Yijian and others will have many strategies.

I only had the leading insights later, and the same was true for Confucianism. No one could match the commanding heights they stood, but in terms of details, they were not as specific as many people. If Confucianism had not been studying hard for five years behind closed doors, even if it had a commanding heights, it would not be able to show off. Political things would be even more impossible.

Therefore, only one general direction and reason was expressed. Then he said: "Your Majesty, can you give me tools and materials to paint and write?"

"Zheng Jieyuan, you want to..." The little emperor thought to himself, was he taking the initiative to write and draw for me?

I really think of this good thing.

"Your Majesty, since the Khitan Emperor likes it, start with me, draw a few paintings and write a few words for him."

The little emperor was a little disappointed, but as he became happy again, he was thinking about state affairs, so he could not do anything, and said, "Do you want the Khitan Emperor to become Li Yu?"

"That's unlikely, but as long as he becomes a small Li Yu, the Khitan will no longer be afraid. In addition, I will take the initiative to write and paint for him, so that he will not worry about my words. I often steal them. In the end, I think that my minister is an important talent in our dynasty. Maybe even my minister's life will not be able to save me."

The little emperor was amused.

This is probably not possible, but it is always good to prevent it.

I started to write and write, that is, the paintings and words on the four cylinders, and now I carved three-dimensionally into flat paper calligraphy and paintings, and only two of them were selected. But at this time, Zheng Lang's characters and paintings had made great progress, and at least one stroke was very considerable.

The main policy was in the hands of my mother, and the little emperor had nothing to do, so he sat down to drink tea and watched him write and paint. He thought to himself that it was really too small, and the beard on his mouth was only a few fluffy and his face was naive. I didn’t know how this body was born.

It took a long time to finish the two paintings.

The little emperor smiled again. He was thinking, tomorrow he would send someone to hand over these two paintings to the Khitan envoy. What expressions would the four envoys have on their faces? Will they be ashamed?

Seeing that it was almost the same, Yan Wenying finally said: "Zheng Jieyuan, I heard that you like elegant things, do you fight tea?"

Tea-fighting originated from the taste of the Tang Dynasty and was popular in the Song Dynasty. It was the "elegant play" of many scholars and officials. When the winner was the winner, the whiter the tea, the better, and the green and white were better than the yellow and white. Secondly, the soup flowers were fine and even. You can bite the mouth of the cup tightly, and it will not disperse for a long time. On the contrary, it will spread out quickly. Once the soup flowers dissipate, water marks will appear in the place where the soup and the cup are connected. The early ones are defeated, and the late ones are victory.

If you want to fight tea, it is not only the tea, the temperature of the water, and the strength of the flushing are very particular. Another key factor is that the water itself is not only good. The water quality and tea quality must also be consistent. Therefore, Wang Anshi had a three-distance period in "The King of War" Su Dongpo. Wang Anshi asked Su Dongpo to fetch water from Wu Gorge. As a result, Su Dongpo forgot and took the water from the lower gorge to the gorge to deal with the matter. Wang Anshi drank and asked. He Xia water, Su Dongpo replied, Wu Xia water. Wang Anshi said he was here to deceive me again. Su Dongpo wondered, the three gorges were connected, and the water was different. Wang Anshi's way, the water at the upper gorge was urgent, the tea taste was too strong, the water at the lower gorge was too light, but the water at the middle gorge was thick.

When it comes to "Dream of Red Mansions", Miaoyu invites Lin Daiyu and the others to have tea. Lin Daiyu said it was the rain from the old year. Miaoyu sneered: "You are such a person, you are a very vulgar person, and you can't even taste the water. This is five years ago when I lived in Panxiang Temple in Xuan Tomb. I collected snow on the plum blossoms. I can't bear to eat it. I buried it underground. It only bloomed this summer. I have only eaten it once, and this is the second time. Why can't you taste it? The rainwater from the next year is so frivolous, how can I eat it?"

Zheng Lang knew that different materials will also have an impact on water quality.

But what is the difference between snow water on the plum blossom and snow water?

In my previous life, I couldn't take care of myself for my livelihood. My life was stable in this life. So I tried it curiously and it was more scientific than Cao Dashen. The water in the front snow was not collected, after all, the air was dusty, and the snow at that time was not very clean. For the sake of effect, I deliberately swept the front snow on the plum blossoms and waited for the accumulation of snow.

Then hide the snow water and the snow water on the plum blossoms in two jars, one large and one small, and hide them in a compact manner, absolutely sealed. Otherwise, you won’t want to drink it until the next year, and all the water inside will smell. As for how Miaoyu’s water that has been hidden for five years, Zheng Lang was obsessed with it and was puzzled. If it doesn’t smell bad, the bacteria will reproduce terrible. Then he buried the two jars of snow water underground. He took it out the next summer and tried it. Whether it is tea or drink it, he didn’t feel any difference. It is even possible that the living water that has not yet been taken has good effect because of the long time.

I know I was fooled.

As for the differences in the water in the Three Gorges, there is no such condition and there is no time to test it.

This made him feel depressed when he thought of it.

But the little emperor hesitated for a moment. He was originally discussing with Yan Wenying and cheating Zheng Lang.

However, what he said just now made the little emperor pay more attention to Zheng Lang and did not want to cheat him.

Zheng Lang didn't know the weirdness at the moment, but thought of the little emperor's good fortune and his sad life, and his compassionate heart broke out and replied: "At home, I will occasionally fight with two little maids. If Your Majesty likes me, I will accompany you."

The little emperor was happy. This was what you agreed on, not what I asked you to do.

In fact, he also liked it, and he knew something was wrong with the great monk Zhiri, but he suppressed his mind for a short time and said happily: "That's great, I'll fight with you."

"I will accompany you." The little emperor has very few happy times in his life, so he should be willing to make the little emperor happy.

Yan Wenying said again: "Or come another small lottery."

"Little lottery."

"Yes, Your Majesty, if Zheng Jieyuan wins, Your Majesty will take a painting from the secret pavilion and give it to Zheng Jieyuan. If Your Majesty wins, Zheng Jieyuan will also write a piece for Your Majesty."

Zheng Lang still didn't remember it and said, "The calligraphy and paintings in the Secret Pavilion are rare treasures, and my calligraphy is not worth it."

Waiting for his words, Yan Wenying immediately said: "Then Zheng Jieyuan adds another lottery, adds a long and short sentence for each word, how about a painting of the Secret Pavilion?"

"This..." Zheng Lang was a little unhappy. He could write the lyrics. But if he didn't write them well, he would either copy them again, but he was not very willing. However, seeing the little emperor's expectant eyes, his heart softened again and said, "If Your Majesty likes them, I will accompany you."

The meat show is here.

The palace maid brought tea, water, teapot, wood stove, and two Jiankang rabbit hair cups. It was not the porcelain cups produced by the five famous kilns of Ding, Ru, Guan, Ge, and Jun of the Northern Song Dynasty, but black porcelain from Jianzhou. Because water marks were checked when fighting tea, the white water marks could only appear most clearly in black tea cups, so the Song people praised the black tea set. Among black porcelain, Jianzhou black porcelain is the best quality, and Jianzhou black porcelain is famous for "rabbit hair", "oil drop", "yaogrid" and "partridge spots".

Of course, many things in the palace were treasured by Zheng Lang. But that was also impossible.

Since tea is the same, tea set is the same. But tea and water are bound to be different. Yan Yingwen came up with another idea, throwing copper coins to choose tea. Zheng Lang could not throw it away. He was a minister, so he could only let the little emperor throw it away. As a result, he chose tea and water and started fighting tea. He was not familiar with the temperature and strength of the water, and did not control it well. The little emperor was about the same. The two were considered to be half a pound. It could only be determined by the luck of the two. Mash the tea cakes separately, grind them into extremely fine tea powder, mix them into paste, and place them in a teacup. The water began to be filled.

The royal equipment used was good, tea, and soup flowers lasted for a long time. However, Zheng Lang was not lucky and lost the first game first. He had to come again, but he still lost. In the third game, he still lost.

The little emperor looked at Zheng Lang happily and wrote it.

I was willing to accept the loss of the bet, so I had to choose three suitable poems from the elegant poems written by Zhou Bangyan and write them on yellow silk. Anyway, Zhou Bangyan was not a good minister, so he did not feel guilty when copying him. Zheng Lang politely said, "Then your majesty. I will leave."

The little emperor was looking at the silk, murmured: "Good words, good sentences."

After waiting for a long time, I finally succeeded. I was very excited. I didn't even look up and said, "Okay. Go."

Zheng Lang shook his head and gave a look at Yan Wenying. Yan Wenying followed him out. Zheng Lang said: "Your Majesty is rare to be happy, and I am also happy. You can do this trick like this two-sided money-writing trick, don't teach Your Majesty again."

I lost three games in a row, and I saw the ghost. I was so careful in the third game, staring at me tightly, and finally saw through this trick. You are not Di Qing, and I am not Di Qing's soldier.

"So you know everything?" Yan Wenying opened his mouth in surprise.

"Well, why not say it?"

"I said, why do you need to say it?" After Zheng Lang said that, he walked out of the palace.

Yan Wenying hurriedly ran back and said, "Your Majesty, it's not good."

The little emperor was still holding the silk, admiring the words and three new words on it, but he didn't raise his head and said, "Yan Du knows, what's wrong?"

"Zheng Jieyuan knew that we had cast two-faced coins and deliberately gave him his."

"What?" The little emperor was so scared that he loosened his hands and the yellow silk cloth fell to the ground.

Yan Wenying picked it up and said, "He told me not to come up with these bad ideas in the future, but to have fun for His Majesty, so he pretended not to know."

The little emperor couldn't be happy anymore. After all, he was a benevolent king of all ages. He was not mature yet, but he already had some benevolent kings. If you don't know, just pretend to be stupid. If you know, it would be wrong for him to work with the eunuchs in the palace to tease a future important minister of the Song Dynasty.

He said depressedly: "This boy from the Zheng family is too smart."

"Not that."

Thinking again, he continued, "Go and call him back."

Wen Ying trotted all the way, then caught up with Zheng Lang, and said, "Your Majesty tells you to go back."

Zheng Lang came to the hall again, and the little emperor said, "I am ashamed, I did something wrong."

Just this sentence is enough to make Zheng Lang feel warm. Look, it is indeed a wise king, and said, "Your Majesty, it's okay to let go occasionally. I don't think it's bad."

Zheng Langyue said this and the younger emperor felt more apologized and uneasy, saying, "Yan Du Zhi, you go to the Secret Pavilion..."

"Your Majesty, you can't. The previous mistake is. If you give me advice on the Khitan matters, you will be rewarded with clear rewards. If you give me rewards only because of the words and long sentences, I am worried that I will set a precedent and mislead my descendants." Zheng Lang interrupted the little emperor. In fact, Zheng Lang wanted it very much, but he was afraid that the gentlemen would use this to make a big fuss and dare not ask for it. He had to say some high-sounding words. In a sense, he also knew that he had been too spoiled, and the more he did this, the more humble he should be.

"Then use it just now..."

"The matter has changed, but I didn't reward it just now. Now, when it is passed, others still think that it is rewarded because of the words and long and short sentences. Your Majesty, I will not accept it. As long as your Majesty concentrates on the country and enjoys it occasionally, what's the point of writing a few long and short sentences?"

"Zheng Jieyuan..." The little emperor's words warmed Zheng Lang's heart, and Zheng Lang's words warmed the little emperor's heart even more. After the little emperor shouted, thousands of words stuck in his throat and couldn't speak!
Chapter completed!