The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 109: The boundless flying snow washes away the ice heart, the green plum is never defeated by the sky

This hall is huge and beautifully decorated, and it is where Mantuo Villa holds banquets.

There were only two desks in the hall, with Zhao Ti sitting on the upper one. Wang Yuyan asked softly, "Your Highness, is there no one else here?"

Zhao Ti shook his head: "Reciting poems and singing lyrics, not entertaining others."

Wang Yuyan moved lightly and sat down at a table below: "Your Highness, do you also write lyrics on weekdays?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "I have been practicing martial arts since I was young. I don't like reading. I have never written anything about wielding a spear or a stick."

"Hmm?" Wang Yuyan was puzzled when she heard this. She had always thought that Zhao Ti was an excellent writer and everything he talked about with her was poetry and prose. How could he not like reading and even have never written poetry?

She asked, "Since Your Highness likes martial arts, is your martial arts proficiency very high?"

Seeing that she didn't know about Jiumozhi and Ding Chunqiu, Zhao Ti thought that Li Qingluo was deliberately hiding it, and said: "It's always better than Wencai, but..."

Wang Yuyan asked, "But what?"

Zhao Ti smiled slightly and said, "Let's not talk about martial arts. If I get drunk, I might as well write a poem."

Wang Yuyan's eyes were as bright as stars: "I look forward to your Highness writing the lyrics."

At this time, wine, food and various fruit drinks were served.

The drinks in Suzhou are similar to those in Tokyo. They are all made from various seasonal fruits. They are sweet, sour and fragrant, and come in different flavors, hot or cold. There are as many as seven or eight kinds of drinks, including grapes, pears, lychees and pomegranates.

As for the wines and drinks, they were very different from those in the capital. There were more varieties than in Tokyo, and they were given elegant names, such as Maple Bridge Blue Moon, Falling Jade Anxiang, and there were three or five kinds.

There were even more dishes, with various styles, all of which were Jiangnan cuisine. Then there was the sound of string music, the maid poured wine, and Zhao Ti started drinking.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the girl from the Music Bureau began to sing.

The song is Liu Yong's "Rain and Bell": ...Where will I go when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? Willow bank, morning breeze and waning moon. After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are nothing but a thing of the past. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them to?

Then a young woman with a strong voice came in and sang a piece of Ganzhou in eight voices, and immediately the hall was filled with an exciting atmosphere.

Wang Yuyan looked at Zhao Ti at this time. She had also drunk a few glasses of wine. Her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, her cheeks were rosy, and she showed joy and anger, her eyes moving around.

Zhao Ti smiled, put down the white jade cup in his hand, and said to the music instructor: "Start a tune, the tune is inspired by the drunken east wind."

The sound of stringed instruments moved, but he did not sing, but followed the rhythm and chanted slowly:
How many times have you turned gray, and asked yourself what happened in your past life? The city has withered, and the years in the pot are like a dream. The heroic spirit has disappeared, and it is more appropriate to embrace like smoke. Lingbo dances lightly in the north sea. Picking flowers to meet the disaster, scallion dew to play the crown, and the chivalrous spirit leaves a trace.

The boundless flying snow washes the ice heart. The red sleeves are gone, the dragon soars into the sky. The eternal words and the law, the lonely Qiaomen. The autumn song of Nanpu comforts the color, the wild geese fly thousands of miles away. The tired guest of Youyan, the Buddhist child lying on the ice, all in the dust.

After reciting the poem, Wang Yuyan was stunned. Looking at Zhao Ti, she felt that the person in front of her seemed hazy and clear. His royal identity and official position no longer seemed so lofty. She felt uneasy and anxious, as if she had a sense of closeness and security.

The sound of stringed instruments continued. Zhao Ti returned to his desk and looked at Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, I just did it casually. It's your turn to recite a poem."

Wang Yuyan recovered from her shock, her eyes mixed with joy and worry: "Your Highness, you are so heroic and heroic just for doing this. I'm afraid your Highness won't be able to hear my humble song..."

Zhao Ti waved his hand and said, "Pray it and let's appreciate it together."

Wang Yuyan stood up and said, "I...will sing for His Highness."

Zhao Ti said: "That's fine."

Wang Yuyan thought for a moment and said, "I have already filled it out, but after hearing what Your Highness said, I had to change it to suit the battlefield. However, my heart was filled with memories of my family, so I hope Your Highness will not mind."

Zhao Ti nodded, and the musicians listened to the name of the tune, and set the tune again. Then Wang Yuyan's voice was heard, clear and soft, singing:

The clouds are swallowed by the dangerous peaks, and life is like a leaf in the wind. Who can wield a sword to conquer the world? Love is suffering, and the karma is bound from now on. Even if the plan is over, the double-minded heart is hard to be eliminated.

Nine lives are fighting for their lives, and the people in the ancient temple are like the moon. Because of good and evil, bones and flesh are torn apart. Eagles fly in the mist of the dangerous building, and the chivalrous spirit soars above the flying snow. The song ends, but the people disperse, and the spirit is still there.

After singing, she looked a little dazed, as if her soul had left the world, and she stood still.

Zhao Ti knew that she was thinking about things at home, but since she had written this poem, she must have let it go and no longer had any worries.

He drank a glass of wine and said with a smile, "Miss Wang, if you follow me to Tokyo to relax, you will see many things, many scenes, and many people. You have met too few people in the past. Look more, look more, and you will know what the world is like."

"Yes, Your Highness..." Wang Yuyan trembled slightly when she heard the words and bowed.

Zhao Ti stood up and walked out: "It's getting late, I'll take a rest, everyone go away."

He returned under the moonlight and continued to practice. At noon the next day, he called Li Qingluo over.

Li Qingluo knew that Zhao Ti was going to take his daughter to Beijing, although he only said that they were going there to relax, but she was very happy that her daughter agreed.

Zhao Ti told her some things, the most important of which was to keep an eye on Yanziwu Chanhe Manor and report immediately if there was any disturbance or if Murong Fu came back.

Then he told her not to kill innocent people indiscriminately in the future, and if she was found killing anyone, she would not be spared.

A day later, he returned to Suzhou, gathered his troops, and crossed the river back north.

However, he did not take the same route he came from, but headed northwest to Mount Song. Zhao Ti wanted to go to the Song Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum at the northern foot of Mount Song to burn incense for Gao Taotao.

He rode Black Rose, a horse that was always lively every time he went out. Zhao Ti stroked the horse's head gently, thinking that it was also a BMW. He just didn't know what breed it was. There was no record of it in the horse manual, so he would check carefully when he returned.

A carriage followed behind the army. Ah Zhu sat in the carriage, looking at Wang Yuyan with a cunning look.

Wang Yuyan was uneasy when she looked at her, so she turned around and asked, "Azhu, what fun places do you think are in Tokyo?"

Ah Zhu Wu rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm taking the girl to Xiangguo Temple. Tokyo is the largest city in the world, and that temple is the largest temple in the world. Tong Diao Temple said that there are monks in Xiangguo Temple who opened a restaurant and sold meat. Let's go and see what's going on."

In fact, she already knew that Wang Yuyan was her half-sister, but she didn't point it out. Wang Yuyan had just gotten over the incident and she was worried that she would think about the past again.

Wang Yuyan whispered, "Azhu, are you... familiar with His Highness's group?"

Ah Zhu smiled and said, "I am familiar with them. I will introduce them to you when I have time. The Tong Diao Temple is the most interesting. They talk nonsense all day long. I don't know what strange things they are thinking."

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Okay..."

The army passed through Fuchuanzhou and soon arrived at the foot of Mount Song. Zhao Ti looked up and saw many peaks standing tall, with Mount Shaoshi hidden among them.

He pondered for a moment and smiled. He would have to visit Shaolin Temple sooner or later.

Then the army went around to the north and after a long time, they finally arrived at the imperial tomb in front of the northern slope.

The imperial mausoleum is huge, with each emperor occupying a piece of land, and the empress's mausoleum next to it. The scenery is excellent, with green grass and blooming wild flowers. I think there are also dragon veins suppressing it.

Since Zhao Ti had arrived, it was impossible to offer sacrifices alone. All tombs had to be worshipped, starting with Taizu.

But just as he called for the troops to stop, he suddenly saw a black donkey running happily on the green grass slope between the tombs...

(End of this chapter)