Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

After drinking the tea in his hand, Duan Rongshu patted Yi Da, "A man who doesn't love himself is like rotten cabbage."

Yi Da, "So..."

Duan Rongshu, "So no one wants rotten cabbages."

The scumbag cheated, you can't blame the mistress for seducing him, right?

If a person is rotten, as long as it is wild, it is shit, and he will taste the saltiness.

Without self-control, do you still need someone to take care of him?

Yi Da asked him for advice, "So brother Duan, how to love yourself?"

Duan Rongshu began to teach him male virtue, "Don't be ambiguous with others, you must have a basic moral bottom line, and you must be single-minded..."

Yi Da suddenly realized, and even took a small notebook to memorize it.

Duan Rongshu asked, "Why are you asking this?"

After all, monogamy is only available in modern times, and this cannot be used to require everyone in this dynasty, and according to Yi Da's grade, he can also accept two concubines.

Yi Da, "I want to find a wife, so I can't be a rotten cabbage."

This is because the appearance is not good, and other places need to add points.

Outside the city, envoys from Xiqiang arrived in the capital.

Princess Tiguli of Xiqiang is teaching her younger brother Luosang, "Remember, the prince of Dazhou is a few years younger than you. He is not the emperor's own son, and he has no parents. You have to establish a good relationship with him."

Luosang nodded, "Sister, I remember."

Xiqiang has just experienced a change of kingship. Tiguli's father, the former king of Xiqiang, died suddenly, and his younger brother inherited his throne and wife.

The king of Xiqiang didn't want to keep these two nephews and nieces. Under the pleading of the queen of Xiqiang, he agreed to send them to Dazhou as an envoy, intending to make peace and serve as protons.

If Lausanne was older, Tiguli would definitely have fought with her uncle, but her younger brother is ten years old and his brain is not very good. He will only become a puppet if he inherits the throne, and his life will be a problem at that time.

Luosang tugged on his sister's sleeve, "Sister, do you really want to marry the emperor of the Great Zhou?"

Tiguli lowered her voice, "Don't worry about this, I won't suffer."

She actually wanted to get Da Zhou's support, but no one would give in vain without a bargaining chip.

Marriage may not be a good way, but Han people pay great attention to blood, even if she gets married, it will not have a good result. It is better to ask her brother for a princess, or for her to ask for a husband.

If the future king of Xiqiang has Han blood, they will be very happy.

The palace banquet was held at night, and Duan Rongshu slept until evening at home. He fell into a drowsy sleep, and was pulled up by Uncle Liu.

"Have you eaten, have you eaten?"

Uncle Liu wiped his face with a handkerchief to wake him up, "Master, let's eat in the palace today."

Oh, there is a meal today.

Duan Rongshu was shocked by the cold handkerchief, yawned and got up and changed into his official robe, let Xiaotao tie his hair, and then went to the palace for the banquet.

When we arrived in the palace, the sky became dizzy, and the surrounding lights were already lit, reflecting the golden and green glory of the palace.

Duan Rongshu took his seat under the guidance of the servant. Yi Da on the left and Fei Qian on the right are his colleagues from the household department.

After greeting the two of them, he looked around boredly.Duan Rongshu felt that this hall should be specially decorated by Zhao Huai for ostentation, after all his sleeping hall is not so flashy.

After a while, the drums sounded, and Sheng Jia entered the banquet hall in a hurry.

Zhao Huai was dressed in a black dragon robe and sat down at the first place.

Duan Rongshu glanced at him, and the other party seemed to notice something, and bent his eyebrows at him.

The ministers below are already accustomed to this, if Zhao Huai doesn't smile, then there is something wrong between the two of them, and it's going to be bad luck.

As the banquet began, Princess Xiqiang and the prince came up with tributes and congratulated them. Because they were not proficient, their Chinese was a bit awkward.

The envoy next to him added that Xiqiang intended to establish friendly relations with Dazhou, and the new king of Xiqiang congratulated Zhao Huai on his ascension to the throne, which almost meant that he wanted to be recognized by Dazhou and consolidate the regime.

Duan Rongshu looked at their costumes and appearance, since he came here, he hadn't seen other costumes, which was quite strange.

He has a high nose bridge, curly hair, and faint green eyes, which can't be seen clearly under the light, but he won't look ugly.

After being polite to each other, the dancers brought by Xiqiang immediately presented singing and dancing.

All of them were wearing short jackets with thin gauze wraps outside, so it was very cool.

The dancer moved, and the bell hanging on her body rang, her waist and legs were faintly exposed.

Everyone here is either serious, or blushing except for old-fashioned critics.

Duan Rongshu didn't think it was very fresh, but looked at them with their bellies exposed, wondering if they would be frozen.

He didn't know that when he was watching the song and dance, Zhao Huai from above was staring at him.

But the singing and dancing were good, Duan Rongshu watched and took a sip from his wine glass.

Hey, no, why is this wine sweet and sour?

Duan Rongshu took another big sip and confirmed that it was sour plum soup.He looked towards Zhao Huai.

Zhao Huai: Does it look good?

Duan Rongshu nodded: delicious!

Zhao Huai looked at his sparkling eyes, his teeth itching with anger: good-looking?How dare you say he looks good, let's see how to deal with him in the future!

The Xiqiang envoy felt that the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was not very interested in these dancers, so after the dance, he immediately stepped forward and asked their princesses to perform the dance.

Zhao Huai said with a cold face, "Sure."

But I was thinking in my heart: I still dance, I still dance, what is there to dance?It's not as good-looking as the prince's twist!

And Duan Rong watched Tiguli dancing intently: Wow, she can spin around!

Yuan Gui wanted to rush up and cover his eyes: Please, look at Your Majesty!The face is going to be green!

After Tiguli performed the dance, looking at Zhao Huai's darkened face, he confirmed that he is a person who doesn't understand beauty, doesn't appreciate her, and doesn't get along with her.

When she returned to her seat, she found Duan Rongshu who was opposite him. He was not shy, greedy, or disdainful. He had a pure appreciation of him, and he was very conspicuous among the crowd.

Duan Rongshu: She just spun 89 circles!

Tiguli asked the envoy next to him, "Are all the men in the Central Plains so thin and tender?"

The messenger followed her line of sight, then motioned to her, "Look at the one next to you."

When Tiguli heard the words, he turned to Yi Da who was blushing beside him, "..."

The prime minister looked sideways at Duan Rongshu's seat, and could only see him pouring wine on the table glass after glass.

I thought that Lord Duan might be sad, Xiqiang is a trouble, and he must not let Lord Duan and His Majesty lose their minds, otherwise what should we do with the salary?

Yi Da watched Duan Rongshu drink non-stop, his expression unchanged, and asked the waiter to serve another pot.

"Brother Duan, why don't you drink mine?"

Duan Rongshu took the jug from the waiter, poured a glass for Yi Da, and motioned him to drink.

He boldly drank it in one gulp and replaced it with grape juice.

Yi Da took a sip and didn't know what else he didn't know. He was like a dog on the side of the road who was kicked by a stinky couple.

Everyone present had different thoughts, only Duan Rongshu was eating and drinking with his eyes full.