I'm too tired to be in the Shura field every day

On the other side, Fu Yue and the pilgrim sat down, and Fu Yue asked some questions about spices.

The pilgrim answered one by one, and then asked: "I used to only know that adults are interested in literature and history, but why do you suddenly pay attention to spices?"

After hearing this, Fu Yue picked up the long spoon again, "During my travels this time, I found a small country called Shen. Although the land is barren, the people are humble, and their conversation is extraordinary, not inferior to the people of a big country."

He provoked the dried curly petals and said: "I observed that they all love to wear spices, and even if life is difficult, they still dress themselves up very decently. I think the fragrance may maintain a person's disposition and be a gentleman. It can also enlighten the people.”

He put down the long spoon, turned his head to look at the pilgrims and said: "So this time I came to discuss with the pilgrims, whether I intend to cooperate with the government, I will ask His Majesty for instructions to promote this culture."

The pilgrim was overjoyed, and immediately stood up and said: "If there is a chance, I will fully cooperate!"

Fu Yue smiled and said: "This is also an experiment. I want to know whether the fragrance has a positive persuasive effect on a person. Does the pilgrim himself feel any difference in mood after engaging in the craft of pollen?"

The pilgrim immediately said: "The influence of spices on people is naturally profound. In ancient times, there were sages such as Pizhicao and Renqiulan to show their nobility. opinion."

Fu Yue nodded slightly, and said: "It can be seen that the pilgrims are doing this seriously, rather than seeing spices as a means of profit."

The heart of the pilgrim gradually swelled, and he felt that his personality had been sublimated a lot. He said: "As for the production of spices, my original intention is still the same as ten years ago, but I don't know how many sources the prime minister wants to visit. I can also recommend them to you."

He wants to see how many pairs he has.

But the Prime Minister shook his head, and said lightly: "I did meet with some interviewees a few days ago, but before I offered an olive branch, they received the wind and bribed me one after another, which made me extremely disgusted."

The pilgrim suddenly thumped in his heart.

Fu Yue said: "I don't intend to hang out in the business district for a long time, and I only plan to find one. If the pilgrim is a gentleman who can understand what Qiulan is, I will send someone to negotiate with you after this banquet."

The pilgrim's throat was dry, "Okay..."

Fu Yue continued to twirl a few spice samples, the pilgrim felt like a drum beating, and kept looking for the housekeeper.

The butler below saw the pilgrim calling him desperately with his eyes, and responded with his eyes: What's the matter?What's the matter?

The pilgrim looked at the performance position gradually built up in the middle, with a grim expression: Pushed, pushed.

The butler looked at it for a while, and then suddenly realized: I understand, I understand, bring it right away!

no!no!

The pilgrim was in a panic. He wanted to call someone to chase the housekeeper back, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure.

Oops, that young man over there with a weak willow supporting the wind and a pretty face that looks like it's about to drip, can't he be the oiran!

The pilgrim covered his face.

"Aha." Beiyu finally came out and jumped off the rockery.

He lost his eyes in this four seasons garden-like house, and walked for a long time before he got out from the side room. As soon as he came out and saw two servants holding wine cups, he knew he was going to a banquet, and he followed quietly go up.

He followed and came to the banquet in the garden, then climbed up the low rockery, grabbed the branches and jumped down.

The eyes are clear and bright.

Banquets, servants, thousands of flowers, countless extravagant and beautiful flowers constitute a banquet that is not inferior to the palace.

Surrounded by thousands of flowers, this garden is like a spring fairyland that never fades.

But no matter how much she competes for beauty, she can't compare to the tall and handsome figure in the middle.

With just one glance, Bei Yu's hand gripping the branch tightened.

The person at the banquet had a gorgeous complexion, with a lot of black hair flowing down his face, as if in response to the master's words, he tilted his cheek slightly.

He saw his long and narrow eyes with a familiar sick look at the end of his eyes, and it was only after seeing the familiar sick look that Bei Yu felt that it was worthwhile for him to come here.

It's so good to see him once, but it's so difficult to see him once, so that his eyes are red.

"Prime Minister..." His arms were still sore, his voice was tinged with tears, and he was about to go out to meet each other, but someone grabbed his arm.

Turning around, the housekeeper frowned and reprimanded him.

"Little ancestor, why are you here? Your passage is next to you!"

The butler had already arranged for Bei Yu to appear on the stage, so he would not let him walk out carelessly.

Bei Yu asked with red eyes: "Going over there, can I see the man above?"

The housekeeper glanced at the sage gentleman, then at the dejected oiran, and smiled ambiguously, "Of course, that's why you were invited here."

Bei Yu sucked his nose, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go."

Just as Fu Yue looked away, he seemed to hear a soft call just now, and he was very aggrieved with a crying voice.

The aggrieved voice made his heart tremble. If it wasn't for the wrong venue, he would have thought it was someone he knew well.

When he regained his senses, he saw the maid moved up a long screen, and after the screen stood still, she retreated one file at a time, leaving behind a figure inside the screen.

The screen was extremely thin, although the face of the person behind him could not be seen clearly, but it could be seen that the person was slender, wearing a toga with shoulders and waist, and the gauze skirt was very wide.

If it is an ordinary musician, there is no need to do this kind of trick of wanting to refuse. Fu Yue met and asked the pilgrim: "Is this prepared by the pilgrim in advance?"

The pilgrim broke into cold sweat and said, "Prime Minister, this..."

Fu Yue smiled, but her voice was colder even though she smiled, and said: "It seems that Xiangke, like others, has a heart to express the truth."

His self-professional changed, and his easy-going face slowly lost, replaced by majestic indifference.

Because he was originally the head of a hundred officials, a famous family that has lasted for several generations, gentleness is just a convenience he brought out, his essence is to hate all troubles and do whatever he wants.

Seeing the change in his expression, the pilgrim pushed away the stool and immediately knelt down: "How dare I!"

He said in a panic: "I don't mean to offend you, but I was influenced by the business circle. I thought that inviting famous musicians to the stage would entertain the guests and make the Prime Minister return home with all his heart. There must be some desire to trade power and sex."

"The truth is that I trust the pilgrim," Fu Yue smiled again, "The pilgrim is quick-witted, and the banquet has an idea, but the musicians are pre-planned, and even the explanation is just right."

"That's all." The pilgrim's forehead was full of cold sweat, and Fu Yue stood up and said, "I want to use the pilgrim's incense to promote the national style, but the pilgrim's incense seems to be more suitable for my own collection, rather than sharing it with all people."

He closed the flowers, and all kinds of flowers were mixed together, ready to get out and leave.

"Prime Minister!" The pilgrim was terrified.

And just as he pulled away, he heard a soft and powerful voice behind the screen saying: "The prime minister believes that spices can clean up the national style, so why can't you understand the hearts of the subjects from the music?"

As soon as the voice came out, both the host and the guests were stunned.

The pilgrim was astonished and amazed. He felt that this person had such courage, and felt that his voice was soft and clear, as if he could make you pay attention to him just by gently.

When Fu Yue heard this voice, her indifferent eyes tightened suddenly.

The person behind the screen continued: "I have learned a few pieces of music this year, which are the most sung among the people. If the prime minister can understand what the subjects are expecting from the music, he must be able to know what will affect the subjects." They are beneficial... I will play it for the prime minister."

The soft voice stopped, and the low and gentle banjo rang.

The prelude of the music was beautiful, but it was refreshing and neat at the beginning of the battle, and gentle and lingering after the battle. The guests were very immersed in listening to it all the way.

The music is meant to tell that only when the war subsides, the subjects will have the mood to cultivate noble character, and to appease the subjects and educate the subjects equally.

At the end of the song, the person behind the screen said: "Prime Minister, I have finished playing."

The pilgrim was a smart person in the business circle, and he immediately saw that the prime minister felt something strange about the courtier, so he stood up and pretended to be angry and reprimanded: "Who are you! How dare you speak nonsense in front of the prime minister! Show up and plead guilty!"

Bei Yu trembled from being yelled at, he was not afraid of seeing the prime minister, but everyone outside the palace was so fierce!

The screen was very long, and it was made of four pieces together. There were buttons in the middle, but he didn't know how to untie it.

He couldn't get out, so he could only rest his white fingertips on the screen, and stood on tiptoe vigorously, revealing a pair of eyes that rolled around...

prime minister!I am here!

Seeing those eyes, Fu Yue confirmed her guess, her brows furrowed.

When the pilgrim saw Beiyu, she was beautiful, but what kind of way to show his face was like a child's play, and he became even more angry: "I haven't come out yet, do you want me to invite you!"

Bei Yu said anxiously, "I can't get out."

The pilgrim said: "What are you talking about, steward, go and drag him out!"

"enough."

But when he heard a sentence that implied a huge threat, the prime minister turned around and looked at him with extremely sharp eyes.

Seeing that look, the pilgrim shuddered and knelt down and said, "I have overstepped. Since the prime minister is here, how dare I go overboard on my behalf."

The prime minister didn't seem to want to pursue the matter with him, so he put down his glass and said, "I'm tired."

The pilgrim said quickly: "The room has been prepared, and I will wait for the prime minister to rest at any time."

The prime minister said, "I am a little drunk."

The pilgrim bent down even more, "Instruct someone immediately to send the prime minister there."

The prime minister tapped the table with his fingertips and looked at Beiyu.

The pilgrim's brain exploded, and he suddenly understood, and said happily, "Prime Minister, please do it!"

Fu Yue walked towards the screen and took Bei Yu away.

Bei Yu was taken away by the prime minister, who grabbed the corner of his sleeve, and did not let go as there was someone leading the way in front of him.

He could feel that the prime minister was angry, because the prime minister was still walking slowly when he first came out of the banquet, but he quickened his pace after walking out of the garden. After the maid pointed out the direction, he refused to be followed and led him quickly to the wing.

"Prime Minister, I can't keep up." Bei Yu whispered.

Seeing that the prime minister didn't slow down, but still walked quickly, he realized that he really couldn't keep up, so he loosened his sleeves and grabbed his wrist directly.

He was taken to a trot, and he almost lost his breath before he heard the door panel creak.

As soon as he entered the room, the prime minister pressed him against the door, and said to him with restraint, "Your Majesty is really getting bolder!"

The author has something to say: he can make medicine, he can play the piano, and he has a good temper