Chapter 104: Mutual Docking (Subscription Request)

Yang Changben had no interest in performing for the treacherous minister, but he had learned the sleight of hand and never had the chance to use it, so he planned to try it out at Pan Jinlian's residence. He happened to have ready-made materials on him, so he only needed to find some performance props.

He asked Pan Jinlian to find Aunt Zhang, and the two of them went to the kitchen to find a small basket for vegetables and a two-meter-long rope.

Yang Chang carried Aunt Zhang on his back and made some preparations, then he went to the front yard with a basket and a rope, ready to perform the magic rope (rope to heaven).

The three people in the yard had no idea what was going on. They only saw Yang Chang put the basket a few feet in front of everyone, and then deliberately spread the rope out like a long snake, and then slowly stuffed it into the basket.

"Mysterious, what are you trying to do?"

"We'll know soon."

After Yang Chang responded to the impatient Li E, he pointed at the footless fu hat on Yun Zhao's head and said, "I'll lend you my fu hat."

"This"

In ancient times, men would have a coming-of-age ceremony, and no matter their status, they would wrap their heads or wear a cap when going out. It was very impolite for Yang Chang to ask for a cap in public, but Yun Zhao had just lost in a fight and did not dare to refuse, so he hesitated and looked at Li E who was diagonally in front of him.

Li E was curious about Yang Chang's behavior, so he nodded slightly in agreement, and Yun Zhao took off his hat and handed it over.

Yang Chang had already finished putting the rope into the basket. He took the hat and covered the mouth of the basket with it. Then he stood aside, bowed, and pretended to mutter something.

He pointed his finger and shouted, "Get up!"

A slight white smoke came out from the edge of the bamboo basket, and the ropes in the basket suddenly grew like bamboo shoots after a rain, directly lifting the hat up to half a person's height.

Pan Jinlian covered her open mouth with her hands, Yun Zhao stared at the bamboo basket, suspecting that there might be something strange inside, and Li E served Zhao Fujin and had seen many magic tricks.

But the props Yang Chang used today were found temporarily in the other courtyard, and there was no loophole, so he asked curiously with bulging eyes: "How did you do it? Isn't there a rope in the basket?"

"Just touch it and you'll know."

"Can?"

As soon as Li E said this, he saw Yang Chang nod in confirmation, so he stepped forward and grabbed the rope, then frowned and murmured, "It's so hard!"

"Let go when you've touched me enough!"

"Oh"

when!
Yang Chang snapped his fingers, and the rope suddenly softened and quickly retracted into the bamboo basket.

At the same time, he quickly grabbed the futou and handed it to Li E, saying, "Give it back to your guard."

"Oh"

As Li E took the fu fu, he glanced into the basket and saw that the rope that had just been erected was coiled inside like a soft snake.

How did Xiao Bi San do it? Was it a trick or magic?
"Get up again!"

When Li E was frowning in deep thought, he heard Yang Chang giving orders. When he came to his senses, he saw the rope in the basket rising again, and incredibly it grew higher and higher, finally becoming a two-meter-high flagpole.

"Sure enough, it's a pillar that stands tall. Can I still touch it?"

"up to you"

Yang Chang folded his arms with a confident look on his face, and then heard Li E's exclamation: "So hard, so long"

"Is this a good way to celebrate?"

"Okay, that's great, but..."

Li E frowned halfway through his words, thinking that the princess couldn't see him now, so he withdrew his hands and asked, "Where do you live in Tokyo, Xiao?"

"Ok?"

Yang Chang frowned in vigilance and snapped his fingers again. The two-meter-long rope became limp again. He put the rope into the basket while muttering to himself, "Why do you want to know so much? I won't let anyone manipulate me!"

"No." Li E hurriedly explained: "Your Excellency just performed amazingly, and I would like to ask you to perform again for me in person. You can discuss any amount of compensation you want."

"Give me money? How about 100,000 strings of cash?"

"It's a deal!" Yang Changben said it casually, but he didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward. Then he remembered that the treacherous minister's family was not short of money.

"Then tell me a place, and I'll come to your door on time the day after tomorrow."

"Uh." Li E rolled his eyes and responded with a smile, "Let's go to this villa. I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow morning."

"Okay, let's say goodbye now!"

Yang Chang clasped his fists and bowed, then couldn't help but pick up the basket and leave. But after taking a few steps, he realized something was wrong. He thought, if I take this thing out, they will definitely think there is something strange in it.

So he took a few steps, put down the basket and floated away.

Come back the day after tomorrow? Yang Chang had already returned the day after tomorrow. He would not flatter the son of a treacherous official.

The reason why he responded like that just now was that he wanted to confirm whether it was the Yang family or the Cai family that supported Pan Jinlian, but unfortunately Li Lang answered very cautiously.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t know, whether he is Yang Jian or Cai Jing, what does it have to do with me?
Yang Chang returned to the inn to rest. At night, the sick villain Xue Yong came to his door. This guy was very efficient. He had already contacted Ling Zhen's family and was packing up his belongings.

Tang Long wanted Shi Qian's cooperation to trick Xu Ning, but it would take another three or two days, so he let Yang Chang and Xue Yong leave on their own. The two agreed to leave early the next morning.

Yang Chang stood up the show, and Li E also had problems.

Huizong Zhao Ji wanted to celebrate his daughter's birthday and there was a special singing and dancing performance by the Jiaofang. The folk performers had not been strictly selected and were not qualified to perform for the emperor. After listening to Li E's description, Zhao Fujin became more curious about Yang Chang.

On Zhao Fujin's birthday, Zhao Ji brought important ministers such as Tong Guan, Cai Jing, Yang Jian, Wang Fu, and a group of young literary and military talents to congratulate him.

On the surface, it was to celebrate the princess' birthday, but in fact it was to select a prince consort for the princess.

In ancient times, women, especially royal princesses, were mostly tools used by emperors to win over their subjects and stabilize foreign tribes, and they had almost no right to marriage autonomy.

Zhao Fujin was quite special to Zhao Ji. Not only was she the most beautiful among all his daughters, but her mother Liu was also deeply loved by Huizong. When she died a few years ago, she was a noble concubine, but she was posthumously named empress and was buried with great expense.

(Normally, concubines could be posthumously named empresses because the successor emperor's biological mother had a low status. In order to elevate the emperor's origin and meet legal needs, their mothers would be posthumously named empresses. Moreover, both the current empress and her biological mother had to be dead before they could be named empresses. At this time, Empress Zheng of Huizong was still alive.)
After all the guests had left, Zhao Ji dismissed the attendants and maids and had a private chat with Zhao Fujin.

Zhao Fujin is fresh and refined, with the shadow of Liu in his brows, and his appearance is even better than his mother.

Zhao Ji stroked his beard, looked at his daughter and sighed, "My daughter has a beauty that can overturn a country. I don't know which young man has such a blessing. Those who came to congratulate her just now are all talented people. They are either descendants of nobles or important officials. Do you have anyone you like?"

"Marriage is a big deal, and my father will make the decision, but my daughter is still young."

"Small? Not small anymore."

Seeing Zhao Fujin's evasive remarks, Zhao Ji shook his head and said, "The sisters who came before you all got married at this age, but they all married the General of the Left Guard. You should know that our Song Dynasty values ​​culture over military power. In fact, Cai Yu is not bad, and his family background is relatively good."

A few months ago, Cai Jing proposed to Zhao Ji. Zhao Fujin got the news from the side and told others about her requirements for a spouse in private. Zhao Ji did not mention it to her. Although his words were an inquiry, they were actually a notification.

If Zhao Fujin had not met Yang Chang, he might have accepted his fate.

It happened that on the night of the Lantern Festival that year, Yang Changxiang subdued Yun Zhao like throwing a chicken. The scene left a deep impression on the girl, and she no longer wanted to marry an ordinary weak scholar.

Faced with Huizong's ultimatum, the child lied to his father for the first time.

"It's not that I don't want to get married, but my mother came to me in a dream a few days ago, saying that she could sense my father's longing for her in the fairyland, and asked me to serve you for a few more years."

"This"

Zhao Ji frowned and said nothing.

Since Liu's death in the third year of Zhenghe, some ministers have reported to the emperor that Liu had ascended to the immortal world and was the so-called Supreme True Zixu Yuanjun, so he couldn't help but think about it.

"My son is filial, but Dad has someone to serve him. If you stay at home for a long time without getting married, I am afraid you will be criticized."

"My father is the leader of the sect, the Emperor Daojun. Can I become a nun and pray for you and mother? It won't be too late to return to secular life and get married in two years."

"This"

"Please"

"I will think about it."

(End of this chapter)