No Worries about Food and Medicine

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the doors have been locked, and the night dew is slightly cool, braving the bitter rustic.

The night watchman yawned and picked up a dim lantern, walked a few steps, hungry in his belly, and saw a roadside seller selling night food mash. He smelled sweet and sweet, so he asked for a bowl and used a sleeve tube. Wiped the steps under the closed shop next to it, patted on the buttocks, stretched out comfortably. This place is not Dongsan Alley, which is full of red wine and greenery. At night, there are few people. It is very deserted, and Tan Lang is lonely, so he talks with Nagfu.

He accidentally mentioned a miracle in the past few days, all of them surprised.

Dao is the son of Li Guo, who has been ill for more than half a year, and has made famous doctors inside and outside the capital unable to do anything. Recently, he has been rescued by the doctor of heaven, but he has been cured. He only took a few pills and now he can go to the ground.

"I have heard that this disease is not going to be cured. It is already in the bone marrow. Please do what the world's famous doctors can't do. How can it be so easy?" The husband pretended to be mysterious and drank warmly. The sweet mash sighed with satisfaction, and was cradled with arms full of curiosity before he lowered the bowl and continued, "I heard that these nobles will invite evil spirits and have to use the blood of the virgin as a medicine introduction, A bowl a day will save your life! "

"Ah ?!" The Tan Lang was startled, looked around and lowered his voice, "Really?"

The old **** of the husband is here: "There is still a fake, that day you can see the nobleman out of the house, you are in front of you, and you are in front of you, majestic!" It seems that there are no flaws at all. How can you raise it if you do n’t drink that virgin blood day and night? ...... Hey, give Sheng another bowl! "

Dan Lang nodded dubiously, took the empty bowl and scooped it up again.

It was just turning around, and suddenly felt a cold on the top of the head, and there was a demon wind blowing from some place, and it was very gloomy to just glance at the human spirit cover. Dan Lang rubbed his arms and handed the mash to the husband. He didn't even need the bamboo bowl. He pushed the car and wanted to change places to squat. Just after pulling up the handlebars, a shadow of "basis-" drifted past Yu Guang, and he was screamed in horror, almost knocking over the mash barrels!

The chauffeur suspected that he was making a fuss, and as he looked up, another shadow of Hessen drifted away. From a distance, he could not clearly see that man was a ghost. The two swallowed saliva, and they couldn't help but think of what he just said. The blood-sucking Evil God, hurriedly pulled the cart, picked the lights, and ran forward on both feet.

Two dark figures jumped through the streets, and after a while concealed behind a red wall and green tiles, they turned into a tall mansion courtyard with a cornice.

Picking a place to stand quietly, and then flipped up the roof of a main house, crawling and waiting for the opportunity. One of the men in black looked around and muttered: "If people don't want to, they won't, let our son be on a whim, and don't allow others to empathize and don't love? Furthermore, what do our sons want? My son-in-law, I had to rush to be my brother-in-law, but now I ’m fine, and I have to demand it in the middle of the night. "

"Shut your mouth." The sound of talking was very familiar, but it was not Duan Ming. He looked at the newly assigned little bodyguard with a headache and scared him. "Why did the team enter you so much? Son I do n’t like to say much. You ’re afraid that it ’s a spy that someone has inserted into you. I quickly cut your tongue to prove the truth. "

The little bodyguard immediately covered his mouth and shook his head to say no, but after a while, he couldn't hold back, and justified: "I was chosen by Master Min!"

Duan Ming followed Yu Jinnian for half a year, and also learned to slap two sentences, then said to him: "No wonder, that should be slaughtered, you must have been sent by Min Gongzi to annoy the master."

Little bodyguard: "..."

The little waiter was hygienic and ignored him.

Duan Mingle was quiet, and finally the two kept silent, staring at the movement of his head. Right now Yun Yunyue could n’t figure out exactly what time it was. He only listened to the clattering clappers in the distance, guessing that it was already ugly, and even the people who watched the night in the Princess Mansion could not bear the sleepiness and crooked in the porter Sleep. Only in a small pavilion slightly below them was candlelight looming.

The little bodyguard couldn't control his temper, and for another half hour, he opened his mouth and asked, "What is the master telling us to do?"

Duan Ming only answered one word: "Look."

The little guard is puzzled: "What do you think?"

The sky is dark and the stars are too dark, but the rain can't fall, making people feel bored from the bottom of my heart. With a bang, the candlelight in the small pavilion was extinguished, and then the figure inside moved slightly, it should be replaced with a new wax and re-pointed. In such a late night, Princess Ruyu is not a wise man, so why not rest. Duan Ming folded his spirits and looked into the depths of the corridor in the courtyard. Suddenly, a small round lantern lit up at the end of the flower path, which could only illuminate the distance of two or three steps in front of his feet.

A maid came on tiptoe in two small steps, and then turned back frequently to signal to someone. The movement was small and careful, making people have to wonder what they were doing.

In two or three more steps, a Wuqing official boot was revealed in the halo of the small lantern-it was a man in the middle of the night!

Duan Ming smiled and pushed the little guard back, saying, "Come."

...

Three days later, it was a palace banquet, and it was the intention of the Spring Hunting Banquet. After this banquet, the emperor would choose to admire his ancestors, bring his favorite Ji Aiko, call the family of Guilang, and then order some handy civil and military officials, ibid. Penglinyuan Spring Hunting, to open the National Games for one year.

Its magnificent momentum is the rarest event in Beijing except for the New Year.

The Spring Hunting Banquet was set next to the Royal Garden, and it was busy before dawn. It didn't open until the night fell. All the families took their seats and lined up with respect and humility. Whoever was favored and who was cold was known at a glance. Everyone was promoted every year, and every year someone missed the goodbye to the Holy Face, which made people feel sad and sad. But despite all this, everyone who can enter the spring hunting banquet is one of the best in Beijing, and it is the last one.

When Yan Chang arrived, the banqueting hall was quiet for a while, and then there were endless flattering flattery words. What he knew, what he didn't know, what he obeyed, and who didn't admire him, all had to be respectful. Call him "Yue Wang". Not only was he the only king of the Southern Land in the Xia Dynasty, but he was also outstanding for his merits. Which one of his injuries is not for Great Xia Anning, and which one is not for the sake of peace?

Even when the emperor was present, he had to meet with a smile.

Yan Chang looked around for a week, walked to the bottom left, brushed his seat, and then looked up to see two adjacent positions diagonally opposite. The first one was Min Xiangfei, son of Min Xiangfei. But he scolded him sophistry. Yan Chang swept quietly, then moved his eyes again, and could not help sneer-Min Xuefei's hand is naturally the breeze Ji Yue Ji Uncle Luan.

It is well known in the Manchu Dynasty that the little son of the Ji family never appeared in various banquets. He was invited by the emperor. He dared to use the discomfort of the sick as a pretext, so that the emperor was just sent to the royal post as usual, so that he would not come. No one cares. This year's Spring Hunting Banquet is more speculative than his absence.

Earlier it was said that Ji's family must take action to disturb the muddy water of this pot. No one had believed it before. It was only a joke. After all, Ji's shy little child who answered questions, even if she was a servant , Even if it is pleasing to the emperor, how much storm can it set off? It's not like he hasn't seen his sickness, and it looks like he's going to die sooner or later, and he can't survive for a few years.

But now I met Ji Xiaogong, who was calm and ill at the banquet, but he had to let people think about it, plus the vampire rumors spread on the streets these days, he also wrote more about him. Mysterious.

After all, no one knows how he is getting better.

But Yan Chang knew, so Yan Chang looked at Ji Hong with a playful gaze from beginning to end, naked and almost provocative. Ji Hong was only able to hear the buzzwords of others, lowering his eyes slightly, and the pupils quietly reflected the tea flakes floating in the teacup, the fragrance of the tea was steamed, and his eyes were steamed, he did not move, just like everyone All are at the royal banquet, and he is the only single escort.

"Hypocritical." Yan Chang set down the teacup.

With that said, the emperor was late, naturally holding the ever-favored Ji Guifei at hand, everyone got up and saluted, and then they opened the table. The Spring Hunting Banquet wasn't really for eating and drinking, it was really for entwining family relations. The emperor ordered a few children from your family who were vigorous and prosperous last year. They nodded and praised each other.

I don't know who ordered it, but no one in the crowd responded.

The **** Feng Jian cleared his throat and said loudly, "Can Zhang Lang be here?"

Baiguan whispered and looked at each other.

This langzhong is not the langlang, but Zhang Wenqing, the bureau chief of the Ministry of Military Affairs. He has the right to select the school for the Sipinxia military officer. Zhang Wenqing is actually a talented person. His ancestors were noble nobles. Although he was talented, he never met Bole. He bumped into the world for many years, and he often ate nails on the officialdom. A few years ago, it finally came into operation. It was recommended by the servant of the Ministry of Military Affairs and promoted to the position of the bureau of the Ministry of Military Affairs. It was almost shit.

Who is the valet of Hyobe? It is the father of Yan Yan, the solemn and solemn master of the school, Lang Yanrong. Others didn't know his details, but Ji Hong had long known him clearly-let Yan Zhi go to the eye and know the beads, and recognize the beautiful Chinese jade, it might be easier for him to identify him with real gold and silver.

Bole? There are others.

Feng Jian called again: "Mr. Hiroshi, Senior Zhang!"

Yan Chang: "..."

He called Zhou Feng and ordered him to find it, but in the end Zhou Feng would never return.

——This is all right, the Spring Hunting Banquet where Ji's son didn't say anything, but instead let Zhang Wenqing, who has only been red for a few days, absent from the show.

In the third pass, Ji Hong, who had been silent for a while, finally raised his eyes. He didn't look at anyone, and looked straight across the crowd towards the Yuewang. Those dark jade-like eyes were cold and quiet at this time, and they grew a little dark and illegible. The heat of the tea lingered in front of his face for a long time, but he couldn't keep the frost and gloom under his eyes.

Suddenly, Yan Chang's tit-for-tat confrontation at that moment made him almost overturn the pan in front of him.

But he refrained.

Because Zhang Wenqing's blatant absence, the emperor was somewhat unhappy, and the concubine was pregnant again, so a spring hunting banquet soon dissatisfied, the hundred officials stepped out of the palace gate, and Min Ji reported important things to the emperor, so He only patted Ji Hong on the shoulder, told him to go back carefully, and walked away quickly. Ji Hong was standing on the spot, and he was stunned to go out with the flow of people for a long time, but he walked slowly. Outsiders looked at a lonely and alienated appearance, so that no one wanted to get close to talk with him.

Everyone only looked at Yue Wang without fear of "wind and frost", and strode forward as fast as possible, and the two stood side by side.

It was n’t Yan Chang who moved first, but Ji Hong. He took out a thing wrapped in oiled paper from the cuff and handed it to Yan Chang. It was not big, and it was well wrapped. It was meticulous and regular, and the seal was red. The mud is stamped with a copper-sized bowl-shaped badge, and the entire palm rests on the palm with a little weight.

Yan Chang took it, and asked coldly, "What."

Just about to open, Ji Hong threw a sentence: "Not for you."

Yan Chang: "..."

The Yue King was almost angered, and Ji Hongcai said, "Golden cream cake is a dairy snack he likes to use." He did not look sideways to Yan Chang, let alone Yan Chang ’s staring gaze, and walked straight out of the palace gate When I came to each other's carriage, I raised my eyes slightly: "Yue Wang, he was spoiled by me. He was very picky and eaten. The food was spicy and sweet, but sweet and not too sweet. Spicy and spicy. Otherwise, you wo n’t want to bite your mouth. You wo n’t get used to the dishes you cross the ground. The more trouble you will have to bear, the more difficult it is for him. ”

Yan Chang frowned, who was this commanded?

"If there are no delicious cooks in the Yue Mansion, Ji knows ... The cooks in Xifeng Building do well in Shu cuisine. If the Yue Wang is idle, he will take him to sit tomorrow. Ji Mou will do the east and take the wind for the Yue Wang. . "

After I finished speaking, I got into the car and walked away without looking back.

There is no mention of the missing word of the missing Hyobe Shiro!

Yan Chang wanted to throw the golden pastry back on Ji Hong's face.