Crossover in the Anime World

Young Master Fusu made a willful request, and the Shadow Guards suffered. They had to sneak into Chang'an in the autonomous region and carefully monitor all targets that might become assassination factors.

However, everyone in Chang'an can become an assassin. There are too many people who hate Qin, too many to monitor.

Zhang Han believed that a large army should be mobilized, otherwise Fusu would inevitably be in danger.

But time waits for no one, Fusu is already about to set off.

You can take a train from Songhai City to Chang'an, but Zhang Han thinks it's not possible: "Your Highness, if there are bad guys setting up obstacles in the wilderness, the train will stop. Then they will surround the train with a large number of people and slowly strangle it. I'm afraid I can’t protect the palace.”

Fusu felt that it made sense, although he really wanted to take the train and had wanted to take it a long time ago.

Then change teams.

Duran actually didn't care, although he felt that the team was more conspicuous.

After setting off, Du Lan took Shao Siming with him and rode in a large carriage that could only be used by the Qin royal family. There are oil lamps and incense burners in the carriage, and there are recreational books and snacks on the table.

It's just that the carriage is rickety, so it's not really enjoyable.

"Young Siming, why are people of your generation so miserable?" Dulan really felt sorry for the rich people of this era, who couldn't enjoy any good things even if they had money.

Shao Siming said she didn't know what Dulan wanted to express, but she also felt that the carriage was uncomfortable. After being with Dulan for a long time, her requirements became higher. Of course, how could a carriage be as comfortable as Wu Douyun? One is a human method, and the other is an immortal magical power. There is no comparison at all.

But Shao Siming didn't want to say anything to Dulan because she felt that Dulan was just looking for trouble and gained a sense of accomplishment by complaining. If she answered the question, she would lose.

I have to say that Shao Siming is really smart. She is definitely one of the few people who can see through Dulan.

Shao Siming was still so quiet, so quiet that people ignored her.

After quietly sensing it, you can know that the convoy has been watched by someone since it left Songhai City, and the person following it is very capable and can't be discovered even though they are far away.

Robber Zhi, the Mohist family will never ignore such an important matter as the First Emperor's son inspecting the autonomous region. It's just that the Mohist family has the best methods, and the tracking methods of other forces are not so high-end.

It's basically a relay.

"When did you say the first assassination would come?" Dulan looked at Young Siming and saw the gauze covering her face swaying back and forth with the carriage.

Shao Siming shook his head. She was not the moon goddess and could not tell fortunes.

"Why are you so depressed, little girl?"

Shao Siming rolled his eyes inwardly, is this her fault? The question you asked is obviously nonsensical, but if she doesn't know the answer, why is she so depressed? But she knew she couldn't speak, otherwise she would lose.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter when he comes, let's eat." Du Lan conjured up a mandarin duck pot, half spicy and half fresh.

Gudong, although he was used to the exquisite delicacies of the Great Imperial Master's Palace, Shao Siming still couldn't help but swallow his saliva after seeing the hot pot. The hot pot is really delicious, but I don’t eat it often.

"Have a meal."

This time, Shao Siming had a great reaction. She almost immediately sat down at the table with chopsticks in her hands, her eyes fixed on the hot pot. As soon as it started to boil, she would start immediately without delaying for a second.

Dulan said that indeed his charm is not as great as food.

Fragrant, so fragrant...

The scent wafted outside the convoy, and even the thieves could smell it.

"What is so fragrant?" Thief Zhixin said that it must be Fusu eating. The damn royal family of Qin, all the food they eat is so fragrant, must be enjoying the people's wealth and anointing.

He was also hungry, so Tao Zhi rolled his eyes and thought, "I'll steal some food from you as interest." However, he also thought that he could not alert the enemy, as a small impatience would disrupt the big plan. This time many people wanted to assassinate Fusu. Although the Mo family had no plans, they could not hinder others from doing their work.

"Damn, it smells so good. Hmph, forget it today, but I will eat it sooner or later." Thief Zhi thought, he took out the dry food and ate it with the aroma.

I couldn't walk anymore. The smell was too fragrant and aroused my greed. The Qin soldiers said that it was not such a torture. They were walking outside while the big shots were eating and drinking in the car. It was not fair.

Gugu~

Fusu was stunned and asked, "Is it thundering outside?"

Zhang Han looked embarrassed. This was not thunder. The soldiers were hungry and their stomachs were growling. His Highness didn't smell it in the closed car, but the fragrance filled the courtyard outside. Zhang Han wondered if Dulan was refining spices in the car, otherwise how could it be so fragrant.

"What's the temperature? The smell is so good, I'm feeling hungry." Opening the curtain, Fusu finally smelled it.

"It came from the Grand Master's car. He seems to be having a meal."

Fusu nodded: "I have indeed tasted exquisite food in the Imperial Master's Mansion these days, but it does not have such a fragrant aroma." "Stop the car."

Finally stopped, the soldiers could not move at all.

Zombies, zombies, Dulan's carriage has been surrounded. The zombies are looking at the carriage eagerly, wishing they could climb up and eat with Dulan.

Only when Shao Siming is enjoying delicious food will he throw away his veil, revealing his perfect oval face, and his fair and rosy skin is extremely delicate. Now his cheeks are twitching and his face looks happy.

She is still a child, about the same age as Shi Lan, but it is not easy to have children in this era, let alone beautiful girls.

Shi Lan has a heroic spirit about her, but Shao Siming has a sadness about her that cannot be diluted even by delicious food.

Fusu has never seen such food before. Thinly sliced ​​meat is put into the soup and then dipped in the sauce. What is the way to eat it?

When Shao Siming saw Fusu coming up, he immediately became alert. She was not full yet, like a kitten guarding its food. Being around Dulan, she was always being pampered, and she became bolder.

Dulan's method of doting on children can easily cultivate children into selfish naughty children. Fortunately, all of Dulan's daughters are beauties with stunning looks, so these little willpowers will only double their charm.

Of course, Fusu would not just eat for himself: "I wonder if the Imperial Master can also prepare hot pot for the soldiers?" "I will pay for all the expenses."

As expected, he was a kind gentleman. Du Lan said that he could help Su win over people's hearts.

After the soldiers ate hot pot, they naturally became more devoted to Fusu. It was Fusu who could order the Grand Master to share such delicious food.

Zhang Han also respects Fusu even more. When he sees delicious food, he chooses to share it with others instead of keeping it to himself. This kind of magnanimity is not something ordinary people can have.

"They ate and prepared to fight." The first assassination was finally coming, but they would witness hell.

It is an unforgivable crime to disturb one's own delicious food. In order to keep the delicious food and continue to eat hot pot, Daqin soldiers broke out with amazing fighting power.

I want to live, and there is still meat to eat: "Kill!" The sword stabbed an enemy.

No one can resist eating hot pot, and no one can say "Kill, kill!" to kill the enemy with one strike.

Victory, dedicated to hotpot: "Kill, kill, kill!"

This is the battle of hot pot. In this battle, the world knows the power of hot pot.