Devil’s Advent

Zheng Fan couldn't figure out what this meant, but he was really ignorant and afraid.

Yanhuang's light tone and such an indifferent attitude are like an abyss, and even one glance feels flustered.

Xiaoliuzi once said how cruel his father was, but Zheng Fan didn't take it seriously before, the emperor, can he be called a widow if he is not cruel?

But after facing it in person, Zheng Fan felt that whoever gets involved with this father probably won't have a childhood.

"Zheng Shoubei, it's time to leave." Wei Zhonghe reminded Zheng Fan in a low voice.

Zheng Fan woke up and immediately said:

"The minister will leave."

Wei Zhonghe accompanied Zheng Fan out of the imperial study, and said:

"Zheng Shoubei, His Majesty will do what you say. If you have time in the future, you can go to the Huxin Pavilion to see His Highness the Third Highness. The Huxin Pavilion is cold, and the Third Highness will be bored there alone."

"Thank you, father-in-law, for your suggestion."

The eunuchs seemed to be greedy for money, but Zheng Fan was unprepared, and felt that even if he was prepared to face Wei Zhonghe himself, he would not dare to go up and get almost money.

What he wants to do most now is to leave the capital and return to Green Willow Castle.

Maybe this kind of thought will make people feel a little hopeless, but this is Zheng Fan's first instinct.

Second instinct is:

smell good.

Wei Zhonghe didn't send Zheng Fan out again, turned around and went back to the imperial study.

Zheng Fan walked into the imperial garden, and the scent became stronger and stronger. He deviated slightly and walked a short distance to the west side, and saw a middle-aged man sitting by the pond roasting a leg of lamb.

The middle-aged man saw Zheng Fan, waved his hand, and said:

"Give me a hand."

In fact, when Zheng Fan saw this man, he guessed his identity.

In the entire Dayan, there are probably only three men who can roast leg of lamb in the imperial garden and have a long beard.

But right now, Jingnanhou is busy finishing work in the Tian family,

Your Majesty just saw it in the imperial study,

So,

There is only one left.

It is said that after entering Beijing, he has been living in the West Garden that the former emperor ordered Qian people to build, but if he wants to, it is normal to go to the Imperial Garden to roast a leg of lamb.

Zheng Shoubei is a little tired,

These 24 hours are truly an extremely fulfilling day.

Let's have a roast duck with Jingnanhou first, and chat with Xiaoliuzi for a while.

Then he went to the prince's mansion, and after witnessing the intrigue between the princes, he personally fucked the third prince.

Afterwards, he followed Jingnanhou home non-stop, and just after serving the meal brought by his subordinates at Tianjia, he received Jingnanhou's order to destroy the family.

After exterminating the family, he was sent as a messenger again, entered the palace, and had just met Emperor Yan.

This shit just came out of the imperial study room with cold sweat on his back, before the sweat evaporated, he ran into Zhenbeihou who was sitting there roasting a leg of lamb.

To tell the truth, the plot is too full. In my previous life, I didn’t dare to draw comics without breathing. The reason is very simple. If you don’t control the rhythm carefully, can the comics be drawn so long? How can I charge if I don’t draw longer?

But there is no way, Zhenbeihou is sitting there, and beckons you to come over.

No matter how hard and tired you are, no matter how much you complain about the society, you have to go.

Zheng Fan trotted forward, did not salute, but squatted down directly.

"Shaking."

"good."

Eating barbecue with the leader is definitely a way to quickly win the relationship. At this time, if you are too rigid about etiquette, you will be out of touch, and it may spoil the fun of the leader eating barbecue.

Therefore, one minute on stage and ten years off stage.

After waking up, he was licked by Blind Bei and the others for more than half a year, perhaps for the purpose of allowing himself to be able to move freely when facing this group of big shots.

Zheng Fan once wondered why the blind men would lick themselves around corners every day. It turned out that the intention was so deep.

Zheng Fan slowly shook the leg of lamb, watching the leg of lamb dripping oil and water on the charcoal fire, the fragrance...

I'm really hungry. In the Little Six Roast Duck Restaurant, Zheng Fan was busy talking to Little Six, so he ate a duck leg. After that, he was dragged away to the farmhouse before he could finish his dinner. Kill the door.

After tossing and tossing, I really didn't eat much food this day.

Seeing that the sky is almost dawn, I don't feel much tiredness. What I do and see today are things that can make people's hearts excited. I really don't feel sleepy, just... hungry.

In fact, to be honest, the roast leg of lamb is delicious, but it is difficult to be so delicious; just like Xiaoliuzi's roast duck, no matter how you make flowers, it is still a roast duck.

People who have experienced the rich material life of the later generations often encounter similar problems. Sometimes when they go out to travel and eat a local special food, they will most likely feel... oh, that's it. Then happily take pictures and send them to Moments.

Food is not a panacea. Unless you add medicine to it, there is no special effect like the one in "The Little Master of China" that makes food glow at every turn. Eating is all about mood.

And a big part of what affects your mood is who you eat with.

When he was in Green Willow Fort and Hutou City, Zheng Fan liked to sit and drink porridge with the blind man in the morning, with a few dishes of pickled vegetables and a salted duck egg. This is how a happy day begins.

Right now, this roast leg of lamb is roasted by Zhenbei Hou himself, and it is inevitable that a layer of celebrity effect will be exerted on the leg of lamb. In addition, he is already hungry, and Zheng Fan's desire for this leg of lamb is even stronger.

Lord Zhenbei is also a fastidious person, and he took out some bottles and jars from his pocket, which contained seasonings such as garlic, salt, chili noodles, cumin and so on.

All aspects of cuisines in this era have not yet fully developed, but Zhenbei Hou discharged these things at once, which immediately made Zheng Fan feel like meeting a confidant.

On weekdays, apart from being able to eat good food with Siniang and the others, when I go out alone, I really eat to prevent myself from starving to death.

It was the pickled fish from Jingnan Hou's family. The pickled vegetables were so black that Zheng Fan didn't even recognize it was pickled vegetables at the first bite!

"Hey, it's not hot here."

Zhenbei Hou took the leg of lamb from Zheng Fan and turned it over to roast again. People who are used to eating this kind of leg of lamb naturally have a particular attention to the heat in their hearts.

Zheng Fan was not afraid of blaming him, seeing that the Marquis of Zhenbei started turning the leg of lamb himself again, Zheng Fan picked up the bottles and jars on the ground one by one, and began to add seasonings in order.

Zhenbeihou didn't speak at first, seeing that Zheng Fan was adding seasonings in an orderly manner and according to the time and part, he was a little surprised at first, and then said:

"Expert?"

"It's just delicious."

With Si Niang and the others around, Zheng Fan naturally has sufficient conditions to eat and drink well, and Zheng Fan never thinks that it is a crime to pursue the enjoyment of food and drink as much as possible under the premise of conditions permitting.

For example, Sha Tuo Queshi, if he drank boiled water and gnawed cold naan on the way to escort the birthday party, Sha Tuo Queshi probably wouldn't know him.

Therefore, people who love to eat will not be too lucky.

"Tsk tsk, what's your name?"

"Former Lieutenant Zheng Fan of Hutou City Hushang School under the Beijun Army in Beifeng County!"

"Oh, you are Zheng Fan?"

"You actually recognize me?"

"I know, I know, is it fun in Gan Country?"

"It would be more fun if there were more people."

"Hehe, how many people are needed?"

"Now, with 5,000 riders, we can go back and forth across the three counties in the north of Qianguo. If we have 30,000 riders, the frontier army of Qianguo will send us out of the country with a gift."

"The word gift is interesting."

"I think so."

"I remember that in Tian Wujing's brochure, you provided an attack strategy, advocating that the cavalry regiments should be used in field battles to annihilate the elite frontier troops of the Qian Kingdom?"

"Yes, the frontier army of Qianguo is seriously corrupted, with insufficient troops and insufficient food and pay. In the Mianzhou city I fought before, there were actually two or three thousand Mianzhou garrison soldiers at the gate of the city, but they all used hoes instead of swords. It's more convenient. The only thing that can pose a threat to us is the servants of the generals of the Qianguo border army and the field cavalry of the three towns."

"But it's different from what you said before. On the book, you don't agree to cut flesh with a soft knife."

"Whatever you ask, I will answer."

"Well, wouldn't it be too risky to destroy the field elite of the frontier army first, and then go straight to Huanglong?"

"Then let me ask you, I, Dayan, and the three major armies, how should I rank in terms of strength?"

"The Zhenbei Army is the number one."

"Deserved."

Whether it is in terms of the quality of soldiers, equipment, or actual combat experience, the Zhenbei Army is well-deserved as the strongest cavalry army in the East in this era.

"Jingnan Army, ranked second."

"Why is the Jingnan Army ranked second?" Zheng Fan asked.

The Jingnan Army only has 50,000 soldiers. Although there are 50,000 rear battalion reserve troops, compared with the 200,000 Forbidden Army, it is almost a 50% discount.

"Hundred years ago, when the war was fierce, it was normal for the imperial army in Beijing to go out to fight. Whether it was going to the north to fight the barbarians or to the south to fight the Jin and Qian kingdoms, they were almost constantly on the move. It was even more normal to return after ten years.

Today, the border has been peaceful and there has been no war for many years, and the Forbidden Army has not moved for decades.

No matter how many people there are, no matter how glamorous the armor is, and no matter how majestic the guard of honor stands, it is only a show after all, and it cannot compare with the sturdy aura of the frontier soldiers. "

"That's right, if I, Dayan, can eat all the elites of the three towns in the three counties in the north of Qianguo, and then go straight to Huanglong with a hundred thousand cavalry, even if the capital of Qianguo is claimed to be 800,000, how can he raise the price?" How many capable soldiers can be drawn out?

Even if Emperor Qian issued an edict to the world's soldiers and horses to be King Qin, even if many soldiers of King Qin came from all over the country, their command, their quality, and their coordination must be very low.

At that time, my Dayan's 100,000 cavalry were able to defeat the capital of Qian State and the Jingying and Qian Guoqin King's Army in one fell swoop. Come, you can destroy yourself if you don't attack. "

"So sure?"

"yes."

"Young people, it's a good thing to be energetic. Hehe, according to what you said, if you really want to send troops to attack Qian, it won't take half a year, and all the northern land of Qian Kingdom will fall into my hands."

"Yes, Qian Kingdom may only cross the Qianjiang River and live in the south."

"Eat too much in one go, but it's easy to overwhelm yourself."

"Let's do it first. I, Dayan, only need to be stationed in the big city in the newly occupied territory of the Qian Kingdom. Let him go for the rest of the land."

"Hehe, it's a good one to let him go."

Zhenbei Hou did not continue to comment on Zheng Fan's strategy.

In fact, Zheng Fan knows that his strategy is absolutely in line with Yan Guo's current needs.

Tian Wujing's self-destruction of the whole family, and the Jingnan Army's northward blockade around Gyeonggi, although the news was isolated, the Yan Emperor's purge of the Dayan clan had actually begun.

Perhaps, starting from the early morning after dawn, it will be the time to make the most of the butcher's knives.

But even if you scrape the bones to cure the poison, your own deficit must be huge. Victory in foreign wars is the best way to divert domestic conflicts.

Combine the territory, national strength and population of Yan Kingdom itself, and then calculate the time when the domestic conflicts in Yan Kingdom have shifted, and even, you can consider the age of Beihou and others in Yanhuang Town.

The time of Yan State is really short, they can't afford to delay.

On the other hand, Qian State, what they lack is time. If they can't beat it to death with a stick and give it a chance to reform and transform, it will be a disaster for Yan State.

Therefore, it is an inevitable choice to attack Qianguo in the way of "blitzkrieg".

On the other hand, it is also considered not to give Jin and Chu the opportunity to react because they are worried that their lips will die and their teeth will be cold.

"For the roast leg of lamb, not only the choice of mutton and the part of the mutton must be considered, but also what kind of forage the sheep was fed before being slaughtered, which charcoal to choose, and even the seasoning. No, that would lose too much flavor.

When ordinary people eat roast mutton, they only know how to roast it over a charcoal fire, which makes it appear smaller. "

"You said so."

"Okay, this piece is cooked, you can eat it first."

Zhenbeihou took out a small knife, cut off a large piece of mutton and handed it to Zheng Fan.

Just at this time, a wolfhound galloped from a distant flower garden.

"Hehe, this one comes as soon as it's baked, it's really a dog's nose."

Zheng Fan knew that this one looked a bit like an enlarged version of the black-backed dog. It should be the dog raised by the Marquis of Zhenbei, and the Marquis of Zhenbei not only brought it from the Houfu to the capital, but also brought it to the palace, which is enough to see that Zhenbei is a dog. Beihou loves it.

When the dog approached, Zheng Fan handed it the mutton in his hand.

Unexpectedly, after Zhenbei Hou saw this scene,

Immediately scolded:

"There is no reason to let the beasts eat first when no one eats it!"

Nima,

This is slapping dog fart and dog leg.

"You said it, you said it."

Zheng Fan had to eat first.

Immediately, Zhenbeihou cut off another piece of meat, gnawed several mouthfuls, and then threw the bone with some mutton in his hand to the wolfhound.

The wolfhound crawled on the ground, holding the bone and gnawing on it.

"It's hard to follow me. If I don't go hunting and patrolling on weekdays, I can't even drink a sip of broth."

It's not that Zhenbeihou is being modest or selling miserably,

Zheng Fan is well aware of the food rules in the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, and the food standards for men in the Hou Mansion are the same as those in the military camp.

At the beginning, Xiaoliuzi's teacher and Eunuch Zhang couldn't stand the food in the Hou's mansion, so they asked Zheng Fan to go to the market outside to buy meat to eat.

Unlike Jingnanhou, Zhenbeihou went to Quandelou to eat several roast ducks in one go. It might not be to cheer up the little six sons, but he was really suffocated in the Houfu and wanted to eat meat!

When fighting, the generals put on a show and have a meal with the soldiers to boost morale.

The Marquis of Zhenbei lived in such a widowed manner in his own mansion, but he has insisted on it for many years. Zheng Fan believes that people who are not really thirsty for food to a certain extent will not make roasted lamb in the morning. Legs to eat things.

One abstains from appetite, the other destroys human relations,

The reason why they give up is not because they want to simply live the life of ascetic monks so that they can get the feeling of "ascension" that most people get when they are physically hungry, but to get more in other aspects!

At this time, Wei Zhonghe walked quickly.

Zheng Fan really thinks that Eunuch Wei is very suitable for hip-hop dancing in later generations, so don’t take too much spacewalk. If he is twenty years younger, Eunuch Wei’s temperament is also in line with the aesthetics of later generations, and there must be many fans.

Wei Zhonghe glanced at Zheng Fan first, then looked at Zhenbei Hou, a daisy appeared on his old face,

road:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty asked the slaves to come to you to get the meat."

Zhenbei Hou pointed at Zheng Fan and said:

"It's just a leg of lamb. It's just right to give him a piece and save some bones for the dog. I'll use it for a tooth sacrifice in the morning. Now there is one more person eating it. Tell your Majesty that there is not enough meat. He No more."

Zheng Fan is grabbing the mutton in his hand to eat or not, because what he eats is Yanhuang's ration?

Wei Zhonghe immediately became anxious,

road:

"Oh, my lord, oh, your Majesty knew that when you were roasting leg of lamb here, His Majesty specifically ordered the imperial dining room to skip today's breakfast. Our Majesty will be waiting for your roasted mutton pad this morning." Let's go to court with your stomach."

"A mouthful of mutton smells up to him, and he's not afraid of inhaling it."

"How can it be? Your Majesty is sitting on the Dragon Throne. If you want to smoke, you will only smoke your slaves."

"Given this to him, the Marquis won't be able to eat enough."

"The servant will order another lamb leg from the imperial dining room to you, Lord Hou."

"Oh, that's all."

Zhenbei Hou cut off a large piece of mutton with a knife and threw it to Wei Zhonghe.

Wei Zhonghe hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, as if he was afraid that the mutton would be cold, he took his moonwalk again, and ran back to the imperial study room as if flying.

"You go ahead and eat yours."

Zhenbeihou pointed to Zheng Fan and said.

"Yes, my lord."

It was you who called you before, and claimed to be "I". Now that Wei Zhonghe has called someone else, Lord Hou, he has to change his name.

Zhenbei Hou inserted the knife into the remaining mutton,

road:

"Do you know why this Marquis doesn't compete with His Majesty for the mutton?"

"I don't dare to say it in a humble position."

"You're also interesting, Benhou asked you about the mutton leg, why didn't you dare to say it?

How about this, if you can speak well and make Ben Hou feel satisfied, hehe, it seems that Ben Hou's town still lacks a general. "

Zheng Fan took a deep breath,

blinked,

Shaking the piece of mutton in his hand,

He deliberately said in a very vicissitudes of tone:

"The family has a poor foundation. There is only one leg of lamb. I can't get enough to eat. What's the point of fighting over it?"