The Song Dynasty shocked the world by earning 100 million at the beginning

Liu Yuanhui saw that it was the two young men in white who had been guarding the stairs on the third floor.

"Who is your master?" Liu Yuanhui was stunned and asked.

"Master of Huayuan Pavilion."

Liu Yuanhui was led by the two men to the third floor.

He just felt that there was someone upstairs, and sure enough, the master of Huayuan Pavilion was actually there today.

As soon as the bamboo door opened, the person in front of him entered Liu Yuanhui's seriousness.

I saw this man wearing a white embroidered robe, a jade belt around his waist, his hair in a neat bun, and a white jade hairpin. His facial features were straight and delicate, his sword-shaped eyebrows and long beard were extremely delicate. A sandalwood wooden guqin was lying on the bamboo table.

"Zhao Yi, this is polite." The person on the case stood up and bowed, his tone and movements were natural and smooth, and his temperament was extraordinary.

Liu Yuanhui was stunned for a moment, then returned the courtesy and said, "I'm Liu Yuanhui, nice to meet you sir."

"I see that my brother's poems are truly the best in the world, and his calligraphy skills are even better. I can't help but want to invite you to have a drink with me. I wonder if you can appreciate it?"

Zhao Yi handed Liu Yuanhui a white jade wine glass inlaid with rhinoceros horn and said.

Liu Yuanhui knew this cup. There was only one such cup in the world. It could be called a priceless treasure, but he had a pair here.

There are a dazzling array of calligraphy and painting antiques in the room, most of which have appeared in contemporary museums.

"Why not? Thank you sir!" Liu Yuanhui raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

This guy must be rich!

Liu Yuanhui couldn't help but think.

The two exchanged a few words.

Zhao Yi then took Liu Yuanhui's regular calligraphy and asked Liu Yuanhui while admiring it:

"Excuse me, what is the relationship between Brother Liu and tea merchant Liu Shimian?"

"Mr. Liu is my father." Liu Yuanhui said, neither humble nor arrogant.

He murmured in his heart that this was what he had just written downstairs. When did it come into his hands?

"Our two families are quite related. I am a few years older than you. You don't have to call me sir. Just call me Lao Zhao!" Zhao Yi replied.

"Old Zhao? Hahaha, then I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders!" After hearing Zhao Yi's words, Liu Yuanhui felt much more relaxed.

"Brother Liu, you don't have to be formal, just feel free to do whatever you want!" Zhao Yi said to Liu Yuanhui with a smile.

"I saw that the furnishings in Brother Zhao's attic are very elegant, especially this calligraphy!"

Liu Yuanhui pointed to a thin gold calligraphy on the wall and said.

"Brother Liu is very good at regular script. I wonder how this calligraphy compares to your calligraphy?"

Zhao Yi asked with a smile.

"The writing style of this calligraphy is powerful, the structure is clear and clear, and the meaning is natural. The style is a mixture of various schools but also original. The regular script below is only the calligraphy of Chang Linyan Zhenqing. How can it be compared with this book?"

Liu Yuanhui sighed.

"Brother Yuanhui is too modest!"

"Except for the current emperor, no one can master this calligraphy style! And I see that the items in Lao Zhao's place are also items from the imperial palace," Liu Yuanhui said.

He thought to himself: "This man has so many treasures, as well as paintings written by Song Huizong. He is either rich or powerful, and he is definitely not an ordinary person."

Zhao Yi, who was standing aside, was startled for a moment.

Then he cleared his throat and said, "Brother Liu, you have good eyesight! These objects are indeed from the palace, and this calligraphy is indeed written by the current Holy One."

"Then who are you, Old Zhao?" Liu Yuanhui looked at Zhao Yi in surprise.

"Brother Liu doesn't know. My father is an official in the court and is deeply favored by the emperor. He often gives my father small things written in the palace as rewards. I occasionally take them out to play with, that's all." Zhao Yi replied.

"That's it!" After Liu Yuanhui said this, he and Zhao Yi sat down to drink.

"I wonder what brother Liu thinks of the current emperor?" Zhao Yi asked Liu Yuanhui casually after finishing a glass of wine.

Liu Yuanhui was also drunk at this time and replied: "Although the current emperor is the emperor of the Song Dynasty, I don't think he is happy. I don't think he wants to be the emperor, he just wants to be a calligrapher and painter who indulges in landscapes and is free!"

Boom! I saw the jade cup in Zhao Yi's hand falling to the ground.

Liu Yuanhui quickly helped pick up the jade cup.

He said: "Sir, don't blame me for making a mistake after drinking!"

Liu Yuanhui commented on the emperor of the Song Dynasty in such a down-to-earth tone, which made him feel a little guilty.

"Hahahaha! Brother Liu, don't worry about it! What's wrong with what's in your heart? Today's Holy Emperor is definitely not someone who sticks to such trivial matters!" Zhao Yi said with a smile.

Liu Yuanhui did not make any further comments and just chatted with Zhao Yi.

The two chatted happily, and Liu Yuanhui walked out of Huayuan Pavilion an hour later.

As soon as they went out, they saw Cheng Yutang and Liu Yuanjin waiting at the door.

"Why are you still here? Haven't you gone home?" Liu Yuanhui was a little drunk.

"Thank you for helping me just now." Cheng Yutang lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes and said.

"You've been waiting for me for so long just to say thank you? Miss Cheng, could it be that...you have other thoughts about me?" Liu Yuanhui joked.

"I didn't! Don't overthink it!" Cheng Yutang coughed lightly and quickly defended: "I just want to thank you for helping me out today..."

"Hahahahaha, I'm kidding you! Yuan Jin is my little sister after all, and you and I grew up together. It's my duty to help you!" Liu Yuanhui smiled freely.

Cheng Yutang looked at the now unpredictable Liu Yuanhui and hesitated to speak.

"Let's go, let's take you home!" Liu Yuanhui said and walked away.

The two hurriedly ran to catch up.

……

At this moment, at the exit of the secret door of Huayuan Pavilion, Zhao Yi got on the sixteen-carrying sedan.

He calmly said to the two young men in white clothes in front of the car: "Go back to the palace."

The young man put down the door curtain for Zhao Yi and replied respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"I didn't expect Liu Shimian to have such an interesting son!"

Zhao Yi sighed in the sedan chair: "You can even touch my heart with one word. Hey, it's very rare."

"It is his blessing to receive a compliment from you."

"Xuanwu, I told you not to call me by your honorific title outside. Are you afraid that others won't know that I'm out of the palace?"

"I'm used to it. I know I'm wrong."

"That's all, there aren't so many rules after leaving the palace."

The sedan walked leisurely towards the palace gate, and the people inside hummed a ditty in a good mood.

From the appearance, no one would know that the person in this sedan was actually Zhao Ji, the eighth emperor of the Song Dynasty in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

The most talked-about thing about this emperor is that he took his position as emperor as a side job, calligraphy and painting as his main job, and also had hobbies such as "playing chess, calligraphy and painting, wine and beauty".

That's why Liu Yuanhui's poems are so popular with him today.