Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Liu Xuan is still young...

Fang Xuanling heard these words very clearly. At this moment, he finally realized that in the Tang Dynasty, there was no unprovoked conferment or death without reason.

"Your Majesty, the Liu Xuan you mentioned is the Lantian Marquis you conferred?"

Fang Xuanling has always held an attitude towards the newly promoted Lantian Marquis. If your Majesty says it is good, then it is good.

But if you want to know whether this person is really good or not, you have to test it yourself.

"Of course it is him."

Li Shimin looked at Fang Xuanling proudly: "If Liu Xuan is my Minister of Revenue, it is estimated that in a few years, the warehouse of the Tang Dynasty's Ministry of Revenue, my inner treasury, and the warehouses of various prefectures will be filled with grain and copper coins."

"This person has the ability to take away the destiny of heaven."

Fang Xuanling has never heard any such praise from Li Shimin, and the doubts in his heart are even thicker.

Liu Xuan, who is he?

"Your Majesty, since you are so happy today, why don't you go to the mansion of the newly promoted Marquis of Lantian?"

On weekdays, Fang Xuanling is the main candidate to follow Li Shimin on incognito visits.

He is sensible, has color, and stands up to settle things at critical moments. Of course, there are also bad things, such as taking Fang Xuanling to a brothel to see the romance, and he will soon be chased by Lu.

Fang Xuanling's wife Lu is extremely fierce, and Li Shimin has experienced it.

The last time he took Fang Xuanling out, he was blocked in the brothel. Li Shimin was strong and jumped out of the window to leave. Fang Xuanling could only stand at the window and look at Li Shimin with resentment.

Since then, Fang Xuanling has not been seen in court for several days.

"Your idea is very good."

"Let's go to Liu Xuan's place."

Li Shimin seemed to suddenly remember something and said to the dark place beside him: "Go to my inner treasury and bring me the blue-red glazed jar."

Li Shimin's favorite blue-red glazed jar was blessed by a Buddhist monk. I don't know how many people fought for it back then, but it was later bought by a mysterious person.

In Chang'an, the wealthy businessmen beat their chests and stamped their feet, as if they had missed the opportunity to ascend to heaven.

It was only two years later that someone in the palace accidentally saw His Majesty playing with the blue-red glazed jar, and then realized that the mysterious person might be His Majesty of the Tang Dynasty.

Hearing this, Fang Xuanling's face twitched. Your Majesty, you are too partial. The things you usually rewarded to me are all worthless things. Why do you want to take this priceless treasure this time?

Alas, for a moment, Fang Xuanling felt as if he was old.

A new generation replaces the old one, Your Majesty, it turns out that you can also change your mind.

"Old Fang, what are you thinking about? Why are you becoming more and more like Du Ruhui."

Li Shimin's voice was filled with some emotion.

Hearing Du Ruhui's name, Fang Xuanling's face trembled obviously.

"Although Prime Minister Du has passed away, I dare not forget him. Maybe I miss him."

Li Shimin slowly stood up and nodded: "If Du Ruhui saw the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty today and the rich harvest in the Ministry of Revenue's warehouse, he would definitely be pleased. If he knew about it in the afterlife, he would also be happy."

"Well, Old Fang, think about what I said."

Fang Xuanling heard it and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Your Majesty, let's forget about that matter."

Li Shimin looked at Fang Xuanling, his mouth corner raised: "Old Fang, you are not really afraid of your wife, are you? Although there are rumors in Chang'an, although Lu is indeed a bit fierce, the daughter of Fanyang Lu is well-educated and well-mannered, how can you be so afraid of her."

"A real man should stand up straight. It's just two women. She shouldn't be angry, right?"

Fang Xuanling's face twitched and he didn't say anything.

...

In the night, Da Zhuang was stopped by Liu Xuan.

The hot pot in the kitchen seemed to start boiling.

The round little things rolling inside became the most anticipated existence in Da Zhuang's eyes.

After a while, the fragrance was like a flash of lightning in the night sky, instantly illuminating Da Zhuang's eyes.

"Master, it smells so good..."

"Da Zhuang, don't get close, don't bow your head."

Da Zhuang is tall, if he gets close and bows his head, his saliva may flow directly into the pot.

Da Zhuang scratched his head in embarrassment, with a simple smile on his face.

"Master, I'll go chop wood."

Coal is consumed in large quantities in Liu Xuan's mansion now. Li Shimin's people will send some every day, but when cooking, firewood is still used, and the pot is full of steam, with the breath of nature.

At this time, above the Lantian Marquis's mansion, I don't know when, some rustling sounds have appeared on the courtyard wall.

Liu Renyuan and Xue Rengui were uncomfortable.

"Old Xue, this is the most uncomfortable place I told you."

"That's how I felt at the time. It was so close, and the delicious food was right in front of me, but it was a pity that I couldn't eat it. I was greedy..."

Xue Rengui didn't answer, mainly because his mouth was already filled with saliva.

He swallowed hard, and felt as if there were countless bugs crawling in his mouth, itching.

"Gurgle..."

"Old Liu, do you think the Marquis will be hated for cooking like this in the middle of the night?"

Liu Renyuan was startled and suddenly realized that this was Xinghuafang.

Although the Marquis was powerful and a marquis of the Tang Dynasty, the last thing Xinghuafang lacked was a title.

There are many people who don't have martial ethics, and there are also many people who have abundant martial ethics. It is said that a few nights ago, when Zhang Liang was making a baby late at night, he was yelled at by General Cheng. He was so scared that he collapsed and didn't react for several days.

That night was the day when Cheng Yaojin drank too much.

Liu Renyuan immediately cheered up: "Brothers, be patient, the Marquis will not forget us, open your eyes wide, and don't miss any clues!"

The servants on duty didn't seem to hear Liu Renyuan's words. They didn't know when the knives in their hands had been pulled out. On the wall in front of them, the dense and deep eyes had climbed up the wall at some point. In the dark night, it was extremely strange.

In Chang'an, the nobles like to raise hunting dogs and cat slaves. Girls are naturally lazy, so there are many cat slaves, forming a group of stray cats in Chang'an.

These guys sneak out at night and let themselves go on the walls of Chang'an. Fortunately, there is a curfew at night, otherwise there will definitely be a big commotion.

The Jinwu Guards and Zuowu Guards patrolling in Chang'an City seem to have seen it all before.

But so many cats, gathered in one place at the same time, silently, rustling, with densely packed eyes, emitting a terrifying dim light, even the Jinwu Guards, who are well-informed, can't hold it back at this time.

At this time in Xinghuafang, two people showed their badges and strode on the bluestone road.

The next moment, Fang Xuanling's calves softened and trembled: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what is that..."