Chapter 72 Become a little trick

In the Daqing Hall, the Japanese slave monk wanted to throw a pound of bullet first, set off a storm, and then talk about the Kowloon Cup, and humiliate the Song Dynasty. Finally, he talked about the killing of the Japanese slaves. I didn't expect that the first thing was not good, but I was humiliated.

Wang's analysis is not at all. The character of the Japanese slaves is like this. Generally, they don't know shame. They have to beat him up before they lie on the ground. If they can persist until they die, they are still a little backbone. However, the slavery of the Japanese slaves is that they have to beat him down before he calls him grandpa.

Seeing everyone laughing, Kongxiu monk felt that it was meaningless to struggle with the name of the country again. Then he found the steps and said, "No matter what you call it, we call it Japan anyway."

Sima Guang shook his wide sleeves and said, "That's your Japanese business. It has nothing to do with us." After saying that, he turned back to the queue.

Renzong laughed: "Even so, what else can I say"

Kongxiu monk turned his triangular eyes and had no good image of a monk at all. He said, "My second thing is to see the Kowloon Cup of your country again. I don't know if the emperor can take it out for everyone to taste.

He saw that Renzong said it generously, and then he had a high-five. The emperor of the Song Dynasty will look good to you in a while. Thinking so in my heart, I saw a teenager coming out of the side hall.

It is said that he is a teenager, and he will be nearly seventeen or eighteen years old. His hair on his head is still dressed in white, and his facial features are handsome and heroic. Everyone's eyes were attracted by him. Seeing him coming out of the side hall, he whispered again. Lord Bao and Wang Anshi looked at each other and smiled. Wang Anshi was a little confused. He didn't know what had happened next to the king.

Other envoys who came to celebrate the New Year's Eve saw the king at the time of the imperial shooting and talked about it one after another. Isn't this the king of the imperial shooting? Xiao Ying, the envoy of Liao, said, "This generation is a little interesting." After saying that, he picked up a big thumb next to the king. Wang saw that although Xiao Ying was a little public, she did not lose her air. He nodded slightly in reply.

When he walked to the middle of the hall, the king first thought of Renzong's salute, and then turned to the ministers and said. Today, in order to congratulate you all, I have specially prepared a program.

"Oh, okay..." Everyone feels fresh. There has never been this program before. Let's see what the child can do at a young age.

Wang waving his hand, two eunuchs came up, lifting a table with a black tablecloth on the table. These two eunuchs are none other than He Libo and Lu Shenyan pretended to be. The two put down the table and stood by the table. Their heads were lower than the real eunuchs, for fear of being recognized.

Wang Anshi's face was really full of doubts. Looking at Emperor Renzong smiling on the throne dragon bed, he couldn't say anything more.

The king said, "Please ask an envoy to come and see if there is anything different about this table?" I'll do it!" Xiao Ying of Liao, with a slightly fat belly, came forward, looked left and right, and pressed the table with his palm. He didn't find any difference.

Turned around and said, "I read you, but you should believe it. There is really nothing different."

He said this with his own reason. Xiao Ying of Liao was a bold person. She didn't seem to lock herself in the room like the empty monk who came to the capital for a few days. Instead, they invite ambassadors of various countries to drink and have fun all day long. This New Year's Eve has become his diplomatic show.

The empty monk didn't know Wang's side. He didn't come to participate in the shooting that day, and he spent most of the day in the room YY. Where did he see Wang's side? Seeing this, he said, "Song Guojun, please watch the Kowloon Cup again. How can you make such a program? Can't you take out the cup to use the blindfold?"

When the loyal minister saw that he was so disdainful, if he hadn't been afraid of humiliating the literary style, it would have been estimated that one person could drown the empty time with a mouthful of saliva. Qi Qi looked at Renzong and waited for him to speak.

Renzong did not answer him, but Wang said, "Don't you just want to watch the Kowloon Cup? The Kowloon Cup is just one of the many high-quality products in China. Why don't you show it to you? Look, you haven't seen anything on the market!!"

He was originally taller than the Japanese slave. He stood up straight again, straightened his chest, and only looked at the monk with the corners of his eyes. In addition, his voice was loud. The last few people who had never seen the market were heavy, as if they were scolding the Japanese slave monk.

When he said this, it seemed that the Japanese slaves were empty and the monks were vulgar, so the court was quiet, and one or two or two hundred pairs of eyes stared at the king.

The empty rest was nestled by the king. He couldn't speak at once. The king came closer to him and walked around him twice. He looked at the gray cloth wrapped behind him, and said in his heart that you were reluctant to put it down.

Generally, there are envoys who will give important items to the attendants waiting outside the city gate. Naturally, swords and weapons cannot be brought into the palace. The monk doesn't have a sword, so naturally he can't check it carefully. What's more, on this hall, the number of bodyguards and envoys is almost the same. They can see people guarding and defending, and it can't be said that they are not heavily guarded.

The monk carried the package on his back, so he didn't have to go back to Huaiyuanyi today. He resigned from the hall and was ready to go back to the Japanese slave country directly. It's not too late to come back after explaining his official business. Seeing that the king circled around him three times, he unconsciously touched his package behind his back. The more I am afraid of being seen, the more guilty I feel.

Wang saw that he touched the package and looked at himself slightly. He knew in his heart that it was a signal revealed by body language. The monk's unconscious body language is the expression of the escape subconscious. I am more confident in my heart.

He stopped and asked the empty man, "Excuse me, master, can you put your package in me for a while?"

Kong Xiuxin said: If I let you go, you can drop it back for me. Does Emperor Renzong already know that the Kowloon Cup in his palace is fake? Looking at Renzong, sitting on the throne dragon bed, he looked relaxed and did not look nervous at all.

Kong Xiu was a little uncertain in his heart, so he said, "How can this prince temporarily keep what he has with him?"

Wang Bian stared at him and asked, "Are you telling the truth? I didn't hear you say it again"

Kong Xiu shouted, "How can you let the prince temporarily keep the things you carry with you?" He is arrogant. Anyway, I won't give it to you. Can't you rob it in public?

I don't know that Wang laughs a few times. He said, "Hahahaha. OK, the empty monk said it well. Everyone has heard it.

With such a loud voice, both of them were in the middle of the hall. Everyone was able to see and hear clearly, so they said one after another, "Hear, hear"

The king waved his hand and signaled to be quiet. He walked to the table and said to Renzong, "Please take the Kowloon Cup."

Renzong ordered people to take the Kowloon Cup. The king put the wooden box containing the Kowloon Cup on the table, opened the wooden box, took out the Kowloon Cup, and raised it above their heads. Everyone suddenly felt very nervous. At this time, a needle could be heard quietly dropped in the hall.

Wang An Shixin said, "What is this young man playing with? This is a royal thing that has fallen by mistake, and I can't afford to compensate." He stared at him nervously.

The empty monk said, "Can you let the old man take a look?" He was about to come closer and exposed that the cup was fake. Unexpectedly, the king said, "Your Majesty, this cup is fake."

Everyone was in an uproar, and the empty monk was also stunned. Could it be that Renzong knew that the cup was fake and deliberately covered up his shame?

"Wow! Why is it fake? Hearing this, Renzong hurriedly stood up and walked down from the platform. This is a strange thing, but seeing that Renzong had come, he took the cup and looked at it.

Wang said in a low voice: Boss, your performance is too exaggerated. Renzong frowned and said, "It's really an imitation." After saying that, he turned around and slowly returned to the throne dragon bed and seemed to be thinking about something. In fact, he was dozens of years old. For the first time, Renzong felt so funny. When he turned around, no one else could see his expression. He had to slowly hold back the smile he had endured.

After adjusting his mood, Renzong turned around and sat down thoughtfully, "Wang, since this Kowloon Cup is fake, I can't pour the national wine for you to enjoy. You can change to another program."

Only then did everyone understand that the original program was to let everyone enjoy the magic of the Kowloon Cup, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little regret. But Wang said, "It doesn't matter if it's fake. I can make him real."

With that, he looked around at everyone, and everyone also looked at him. Only the empty monk looked at him while turning his triangular eyes. One of his hands was still holding the knot he had made.

The corner of the king's mouth will let you solve it by yourself. Now at the beginning of the performance, Wang walked around the back of the table, facing the civil and military officials, shaking the tablecloth on the table, shaking the front and back of the tablecloth, let everyone look at the tablecloth, then put the Kowloon Cup on the table, put the tablecloth on the table, and covered the Kowloon Cup.

The officials standing slightly in front saw very clearly. The envoys standing slightly behind looked at the actions of the king with their necks. Seeing that one palm of his hand pressed the raised cup from the tablecloth, his palm slowly pressed down, and the raised part wrapped in the cup sank with his palm.

Everyone was dumbfounded. It must not be crushed. Does the young king have such palm power? And there is no sound of the cup breaking. The realization above the court stared nervously at the lower and lower bulge in the king's palm.

Only behind the king, Renzong, who was tall and tall, put one arm on the side hall of the throne and pinched his chin with his hand. He was not nervous. He saw the little movements made by the king. He wanted to laugh but could not laugh. He pinched his chin to prevent him from laughing.

Wang's side suddenly asked loudly, "Ambassador, don't you really give your package to outsiders?"

Kongxiu was suddenly asked by him, and saw everyone looking at himself, staring at Wang's eyes, and answering loudly, "Of course not!"

Wang said, "Okay, please look here." When everyone's eyes were focused, Wang suddenly lifted the tablecloth.

The crowd exclaimed because they saw that the table was clean, and there was no shadow of the Kowloon Cup.