When Steward Shi said this, Ren Baqian immediately understood.
Occupation, emperor. Strength, seventh in the world. Wealth: Sitting on a whole country. Appearance: Fair skin, beautiful and glamorous. No matter where such a character is placed, he is the proper Bai Fumei of Bai Fumei.
It is quite normal for someone to think about the Empress.
Therefore, every time the Empress celebrates her birthday, there are many wealthy children, or people with aspirations, rushing to Dayao from the other three kingdoms, each of them wanting to be favored by the Empress like animals in heat.
Because only at this time can they get in touch with the empress.
Ren Baqian also understood why the empress asked her to assist in the reception. After all, these people came as gifts, so they can't let them go to the inn by themselves. It is necessary to make arrangements for the sake of face. The king of a country still needs to save face.
However, although this group of people came to give gifts, some of them must have annoyed His Majesty very much, and it has not been a day or two since they wanted to confuse them. For some reason, she couldn't say much about this matter, so she skipped a sentence in the middle.
But the meaning is revealed. In any case, Dayao must not lose face.
This word is more particular. How could it be regarded as losing face to Dayao
If the men of the ancient tribe do this, it is estimated that when they tell you poems and songs, you should discuss with them whether the fist is big or not? When people discuss Fengyue with you, whose legs do you compare with them
After all, it's still celebrating His Majesty's birthday, so you can't get all the noses and faces swollen by then.
Therefore, such a "talent" who suddenly appeared in front of the empress was arrested as a young man, regardless of his own level.
Anyway, it's like this every year, and I guess no matter how bad I am, I won't be worse than in previous years. So just bring yourself up on the table.
Thinking of the people who might come, it is estimated that they are the elites among young people from all over the world. It is impossible for those who have no confidence to come. The empress actually let herself suppress these people
Ren Baqian felt that it would be good if he could not be suppressed by them.
If you don't make it right, you will become the prop, the stepping stone, for them to show their demeanor.
In an instant, Ren Baqian felt that he was not well.
Thinking of what the empress said, Ren Baqian felt that if he really became a stepping stone, the empress would have to make himself a stepping stone for the rest of his life, digging holes and filling them in the soil.
Thinking of the consequences of that...
"It's his uncle, I'll fight them." Ren Baqian's face was full of murderous intent.
"What are you fighting for?" Steward Shi raised his head in a daze.
"When is His Majesty's birthday?" Ren Baqian asked.
"There's still one month left, maybe?" Steward Shi asked uncertainly. "Why did His Majesty tell you about this today?"
"Your Majesty asked me to accompany the reception." Ren Baqian said with a resentful expression.
"Haha, let's take care of it. Anyway, it's enough to arrange a place for someone to come." Steward Shi said indifferently.
"Your Majesty also said that Dayao must not lose face." Ren Baqian continued to look resentful.
"It's not easy? Beat anyone who is dissatisfied, beat him whoever finds you displeased, and beat anyone who dislikes you. Just beat them until no one speaks." Steward Shi laughed loudly.
Ren Baqian sighed quietly, it really was the style of the ancient people.
Not to mention, I am afraid that I will really have to bring two thugs. In this world, not only the ancients can fight, if that Long Wanli hadn't challenged the empress that day, he probably could have walked two steps sideways.
Ren Baqian and Steward Shi greeted each other and went back to the room. The two little guys were hugging and sleeping together at the door, and Ren Baqian threw his head on the bed and began to think.
Needless to say, the family background of the people who came this time, no matter how awesome they are, they are definitely not as awesome as His Majesty.
According to personal standards, it should be divided into those with extraordinary force, those with outstanding literary talent, those with outstanding eloquence, and those with outstanding appearance.
Those with extraordinary force seem to be unable to fight. Anyway, no matter how powerful her majesty is, there are only six people who are stronger than her in the whole world, and it is estimated that these people will not come. After all, as a master, one has to maintain one's own identity, and it's even more impossible to think of an old cow eating young grass, right
As for those with outstanding literary talents, since Her Majesty the Empress specifically mentioned poetry and songs before, the meaning of what the Empress said should be to let herself suppress these people.
Dayao couldn't find a few cultural people, and this group of people would come here once a year to show off their literary talent, the empress would have been very annoyed.
Ren Baqian thought about it, if a certain master's doctor was free to talk to him about his professional field every day, he would definitely not be filled with endless admiration like a surging river, but wanted to smear his face with the soles of his shoes.
It is estimated that the Empress felt this way in her heart.
How did you say that? The king is worried and the minister is worried, and the king humiliates the minister to death. Although I am a successor of socialism in the 21st century, but now my immediate boss is the empress, and the empress wants to smear their faces with shoe soles, so I am the number one pioneer.
After thinking about it, Ren Baqian felt a little bit at the bottom of his mind.
Although the people he was facing might be elites from various families in other countries, he was a university graduate anyway, so he might not be inferior to a few elites from feudal society.
Well, there is still some time. Next time I go back, I will take back the three hundred Tang poems and three hundred Song poems and memorize them. I don’t believe that the wisdom of the ancients can’t beat a few family elites. Although I can make their eyes pop out by comparing mathematics with them, but the final result is probably a chicken talking to a duck, which is not very meaningful.
Ren Baqian came to Qingxin Hall the next day, and when he saw Lin Qiaole, he had a resentful expression on his face, thinking whether to bring her shit-flavored chocolate or chocolate-flavored shit next time.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Lin Qiaole said unnaturally when she saw Ren Baqian's eyes like a resentful woman.
Ren Baqian thought for a while, but still didn't say anything. After all, a big man can't care about little girls. It makes people feel that his heart is as big as the eye of a needle.
Although my heart is really small.
It's decided, or chocolate-flavored shit.
The other party is not a fool, he should not eat shit-smelling chocolate.
"Go on." Ren Baqian pulled the stool and sat directly opposite her. Lin Qiaole was relieved when he saw that he didn't say anything. She was still a little nervous just now. Although I feel that this feels very inexplicable.
I learned dozens of words in the afternoon, and at the end of the day, I reviewed yesterday's words and saw that I hadn't forgotten anything. Ren Baqian was instantly satisfied.
In the evening, I went to the palace to tell stories as usual, and at the same time gave a pack of white rabbit toffee, which made the empress very satisfied, and felt that Ren Baqian was quite knowledgeable, and she became more pleasing to the eye.
There are a bunch of big, big, and rough people in the court. If they are allowed to lead the army in battle, it is no problem, but it is difficult for them to know what they are interested in.
With the unfolding of Nezha's birth, eviscerating his father, turning himself into a lotus flower, Jiang Ziya's descent from the mountain, and burning the pipa essence, the story became more and more exciting.
Even the empress seldom interrupted, but concentrated on listening to the story, putting a piece of white rabbit toffee in her mouth from time to time.
One person speaks, three people listen, the fire in the palace is sometimes flickered by the wind.
Ren Baqian suddenly felt that such an atmosphere was suitable for telling ghost stories.
But thinking about the fighting power of the empress, Ren Baqian felt that it would be better to forget this idea earlier.
Other women who are afraid of ghost stories might become a little bird. If the empress is not afraid of ghost stories, it’s okay, but if she is really scared, she will slap her across the face.
The story of the Gods List that night was told later than usual, and the empress did not speak, so Ren Baqian continued to tell the story until Boyi was sent to prison after being admitted to Chaoge to pay tribute, and then the empress released him.
The next morning, Ren Baqian took the rattan gourd and the iron knife and went out for a walk. After going back tonight, it was Chen Qing's engagement day, so he wanted to see if there were any good things to buy as gifts.
Although he already knew that Dayao was short of supplies, but after visiting a few shops on Jingyang Street, he realized that the shortage was far worse than he thought.
Most of the things in the shop are polished rice noodles, wine, salt, cloth and other daily necessities, and the prices are not low.
There are also a few shops that sell brightly colored cloth, satin, or fine porcelain, at prices that can make anyone bleed.
Originally, Ren Baqian wanted to pick a gift for Chen Qing here, but after looking around for a long time, he couldn't find anything suitable.
Finally, I saw that the time was almost up, so I had no choice but to go back.