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The sky is bright and the air is clear, and the autumn wind is refreshing.

Nearly two hundred female officials and court ladies came to the imperial garden one after another. The stage has been set up, but there is not enough space, and the maids with lower status can only stand far away among the flower beds.

The emperor and concubines, along with their princes and daughters, also showed up one after another.

"Sister, were you still young? When we were eight years old, Mother took us to a temple fair to watch magic tricks." Fei Rumei asked.

Fei Rulan smiled and said, "I remember, you almost got lost, and Zhenfang called for the adults to look for you."

Pan Qimei asked curiously, "Is there really magic?"

Fei Rumei blinked and said, "I'm sure I know magic tricks, otherwise how can I do magic tricks?"

Pan Qimei thought carefully, and finally said: "I guess you are lying to me."

The princes and princesses are having fun together, and they don't know what illusion is.

After Zhao Han sat down, he ordered: "Let's get started."

"Start performing illusion!" The guard shouted loudly.

There are audiences around the stage, watching the magic show in groups. This is a great test for the performers, and it is easy to see if the movements are not clean.

Today is to perform in the palace, Zhang Jiuzhi specially wore a Taoist robe, which is the ancient home casual clothes.

This man was about forty years old, with a dry and thin build, but he was extremely tall. He paced onto the stage, seeing nothing unusual. When he reached the center of the stage, he turned to the emperor and the empress and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty, ladies, princes and princesses. This trick must be fake, and it's all hidden on his body." Take it with you, and open it for all the nobles to see."

While speaking, Zhang Jiuzhi lifted the hem of the Taoist robe, revealing two long legs that were close together. There was nothing inside, and the trousers were still tight.

After the display, Zhang Jiuzhi said: "Your Majesty helped the Han family and the country, so that all the people in the world can live. Zhang Benshu, a grassroots man, has not read a few days of books and can't read a few words, but he also knows that your majesty is an eternal sage. I have the honor to meet you today. Saint, I congratulate Your Majesty for dominating the country!"

As he said that, he bent down again and opened his legs, and his lower body turned into a squatting posture.

The hem of the Taoist robe was lifted again, and Zhang Jiuzhi violently lifted out a bucket, in which was a rockery made of old ginger.

A bucket of ginger mountain.

Fei Rumei blinked, then shook her head: "How did he conjure it?"

Liu Rushi was also very puzzled: "You haven't lifted the Taoist robe just now, could it be that you are hiding behind your back?"

"Behind him in the audience, there were many court ladies standing watching, and those court ladies did not notice any abnormalities." Tian Xiuying said.

Zhao Han was very happy whether it was the performance technique or the implication of unifying the country, he clapped his hands and praised: "Good trick!"

"good!"

Zhao Kuanghuan and other princes and princesses were all crazy with joy at this moment, and they stopped fighting with each other, and sat beside their mother to watch in an orderly manner.

Zhang Jiuzhi yelled towards the lower side of the stage: "Disciple, put on the colorful scarf!"

The apprentice came to the stage holding a colorful square scarf, and handed it to Zhang Jiuzhi respectfully: "Master, the colorful scarf is here!"

Zhang Jiuzhi took the scarf, shook it loose and opened it. It was about one meter long and wide. He covered the colorful scarf in front of him, and began to talk to the emperor: "The Tartars ravaged the Central Plains and disrupted our Han family. Your Majesty expelled the Hulu and saved the people of Shenzhou. You are truly a hero in the world. Now the Tartars are trapped in Jianzhou, and I am fighting against the heavens." One day it will be wiped out, and the grassroots wish the soldiers of Datong the best of luck and peace in all directions!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly uncovered the colored scarf.

In front of Zhang Jiuzhi, there was a knee-high porcelain vat with four flags planted in it. At the moment when the colorful scarves were lifted, the audience with good eyes could even see that the flags were erected together before they suddenly spread out in four directions. Meaning: victory with the first flag, calm down the Quartet.

Zhao Han, who has seen many modern magic tricks, was shocked by this move. He couldn't help but sit up straight, and began to think about how these things were brought to the stage.

"Wait!"

Fei Rumei didn't look like a concubine at all, she left her seat, ran to the other side of the stage, and asked the maid standing there: "Did you see him hiding something just now?"

The maids shook their heads one after another, and one of them said: "The Taoist robe is wide, I only saw him standing there in the Taoist robe, half a step away, there are porcelain jars and flags."

The performance was still going on, and the apprentices pulled out the flags and planted them around the stage.

Zhang Jiuzhi picked up the porcelain jar, turned it upside down to show that there was nothing in it, and turned the mouth of the jar to the emperor and concubines, and there was indeed nothing in it.

After the apprentice planted the flag, Zhang Jiuzhi stretched out his arms and asked the apprentice to roll up his sleeves.

Then, Zhang Jiuzhi raised his arms, the sleeves had been rolled up to the elbows, and it was impossible to hide things in the sleeves. He also said to the emperor: "Your Majesty is benevolent in governing and loving the people, and the world is rich and prosperous. Just like this silver dollar, it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible..."

As he spoke, he dug into the porcelain jar.

First he took out a piece of silver dollar, then he took out a handful of silver dollars, one after another, and finally he took out silver dollars all over the floor.

When everyone was stunned, Zhang Jiuzhi asked his apprentice for a colorful scarf, completely covered the porcelain vat, and then lifted it suddenly: "It's like this rice, every family piles up the granary, and you can't finish it for five meals a day! "

The moment the colored scarf was lifted, the porcelain jar was filled with white rice, which spilled out onto the stage.

Liu Rushi was so startled that he stood up straight away, muttering in his mouth: "It's amazing, it's amazing..."

Zhao Han was thinking hard about where the hell was hiding.

Before and after, a lot of things were conjured up, and there was no extra preparation for the performance in the middle, but the apprentices came to the stage to help pass the colored scarves twice.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jiuzhi conjured up five more plates, which contained rice, millet, millet, wheat, and bean. Due to this year's flood in the north and drought in the south, he wished that next year there would be a bumper crop and that the people all over the world would have no worries about food and clothing.

Probably out of fear of frightening the concubine and the prince, he did not perform the head-cutting technique.

After changing the things carried on his body, Zhang Jiuzhi kept playing with the ball. He played with the wooden ball the size of a baby's fist very well. And still with the sleeves rolled up, the wooden ball suddenly disappeared without even opening the two hands, and then took it out from various places on the body.

The most commendable thing is that his hand speed is very slow, or deliberately slow, but it is hard to see how to hide the ball.

After some performances, Zhao Han finally asked, "Did you hide all those things on your body?"

Zhang Jiuzhi stepped forward and bowed: "Report to Your Majesty, and hide them all on your body."

"Is it heavy?" Zhao Han asked.

Zhang Jiuzhi said: "One hundred catties, short and weak, definitely can't act."

Zhao Han nodded appreciatively: "Your tricks have become very good. Don't let it be lost by recruiting more apprentices. I will invite you to perform in the palace when I have free time in the future."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Jiu pointed to joy.

Zhao Han thought for a while, and then said: "My family is happy to see it, but the frontline soldiers have never seen such a wonderful trick. How about it, you go to the labor force to perform with the mission team, and you will be paid every month. All divisions will perform once, and you will return to Nanjing to perform for the common people. How about it?"

Zhang Jiuzhi bowed and said: "The grassroots obey the order!"

It is estimated that Lao Jun's performance will be delayed for a year or two, but it is good for Zhang Jiuzhi.

The emperor likes to watch magic tricks, and the generals like to watch magic tricks. Who will dare to trouble him in the future? As long as he doesn't break the law, he can walk sideways all over the country.

Zhao Han continued: "Choose a few musicians to go with, and the piece has been arranged and performed for the frontline soldiers to see. By the way, pick a few apprentices from the military mission team and teach them your tricks." Don't worry, I won't steal your job, the mission team only performs in the army. The musicians will teach the mission team the song that breaks the battle."

Zhang Jiuzhi flattered and said: "Your Majesty cares about the soldiers, no wonder our Datong army is invincible!"

"Go down." Zhao Han waved.

The master and apprentice left the palace happily, while Zhao Han accompanied the concubine and children to play in the imperial garden.

After lunch, I continued to work. Although the officials took turns to rest today, the emperor had to work overtime on his own initiative.

Shi Weixian, the chief inspector of ceremonies, came to report: "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites and the Qintian Court have given an auspicious date for the auspicious day, and the concubine should be accepted on the eighth day of the next month."

Zhao Han said, "Go and make arrangements."

Shi Weixian did not retreat, but said: "The daughter presented by the Lord of Brunei is fifteen years old this year, is it..."

"Just accept it tonight, you choose a concubine number for her." Zhao Han had already forgotten about this woman, she was only twelve years old when she was presented here. Princess Fanbang can't return the goods, otherwise the king must think too much.

Even now, Zhao Han doesn't know what the other party looks like, but thinking about it, he shouldn't be ugly, otherwise the King of Brunei would dare to offer it up.

In the evening, Zhao Han finally got off work and was led by a female officer to a side courtyard.

The conditions are quite shabby, after all, she has not been formally titled yet, so relying on her status as the princess of Fanbang, she has her own separate courtyard and a maid to serve her.

"Meet Your Majesty!"

The palace lady greeted her happily but nervously. She had been told that the emperor was coming, and finally she would no longer be a little transparent.

Seeing his nervousness, Zhao Han smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I don't eat people."

The palace maid led the emperor into the courtyard and said: "Your Majesty... the lady has washed and dressed, and the room has been decorated. Your Majesty, please come in and rest."

With the power in his hands, Zhao Han has degenerated, and is no longer the innocent young man he was back then.

Two red candles were burning in the room, and the Brunei princess was sitting by the bed with a red hijab on her head.

Zhao Han casually picked it up with a scale, revealing a western face, to be precise, the face of the Middle East. The Brunei princess is of mixed Arab and Han descent, and may also be of Malay descent.

Very beautiful and exotic.

Zhao Han sat down and asked, "Can you speak Chinese?"

The girl replied in a low voice: "I have learned."

"What's your name?" Zhao Han asked again.

The girl said: "Aisha Abdul Jariru Abba, Your Majesty can call me Aisha."

A fifteen-year-old girl is still in junior high school, and Zhao Han is still worried that he won't have the heart to do it. But after meeting, I found out that it has already grown, and Westerners seem to mature earlier.

Zhao Han took off his coat, leaned against the head of the bed with his arms around the girl, and chatted: "Did you leave the palace to play around when you were in Brunei?"

Aisha shook her head: "No."

Zhao Han actually wanted to ask what Brunei is like in this era and how big the city is, but unfortunately this foreign princess doesn't know anything.

Alas, there is also a North Korean princess in the palace, I don't know how old she has been raised.

The king of North Korea presented beauties again this year, all of whom were the daughters and maidservants of North Korean officials. They thought it was Daming, still following the old rules.

Especially for those Korean nobles, the good daughters are not raised at home, and they try to send them to the palace of the Chinese emperor. Honorable.