The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Guru Gatso saw the friendly smile on his face and came to visit his Royal Highness Prince of Tang in person. He couldn't help being flattered.

He quickly stepped forward and led the twelve disciples to bow down to the ground. "Participate in His Royal Highness King Wu of Shangguo."

The loud voice shocked Li Ke and his party, but it was the best royal social flower in the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, he wouldn't be unhappy because of the other party's excessive excitement. Li Ke hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the Gatso master, with a gentle and honest expression.

"Master Jiacuo please get up soon, and everyone please get up soon."

Guru Gatso looked at Li Ke, who was opening and closing his mouth awkwardly, couldn't help pointing to his ear, and said with some impressive expression.

"His Royal Highness, what are you talking about? Please speak up, the poor monk (no matter how you do it, you can’t find the claim of Bon, you can only replace it with the poor monk. I hope you readers will be able to understand). clear."

Li Ke blinked, only gritted his teeth and screamed.

"Master Jiacuo, please hurry up!"

By the way, a support gesture was added, and then Guru Jiacuo understood what it meant, and quickly got up.

Fortunately, Master Gatso hurriedly returned to the back of the case, took up a brush, fluent Chinese, and quickly fell into the writing.

"His Royal Highness is able to visit the poor monk and apprentice in person, it really makes the poor monk and apprentice frightened..."

Seeing this Gatso master cleverly interacting with himself, Li Ke, who is not sure how to communicate with such semi-deaf people, was also relieved.

Sitting with the Gatso master with a smile on the case, took up the pen, and the calligraphy that was more fluent and beautiful than Gatso master leaped on the paper.

It's just that, although Lunkeer is the uncle of the Tubo kingdom, he only knows the popular characters like elephants on the plateau.

With regard to Chinese, he can communicate and communicate, but he can't write at all, so he can understand a few Chinese characters, which is a bit dumbfounded.

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As for the Chigui Maben on the side, Shudi Mandarin speaks more fluently than that of Lun Keer, but the problem is that he can't recognize a few of his fighting Chinese characters.

As a result, the illiterate Chi Guima and the semi-illiterate Lunke stared at the words blankly, and fell silent for a long time.

Fortunately, Wu Wang Li Ke, who was good at dancing with long sleeves, quickly noticed the embarrassment of these two.

After making a look, Li De, the confidant guard leader, acted as an interpreter.

Not only did he read out what his Highness had written, but he also told the two of them what had been written by the master Gatso.

Li Ke kindly cared about the physical condition of the masters and apprentices of Gatso, and expressed his condolences to them.

I also told the Gatso master that he respected these religious figures and believed that the plateau can be recognized and flourish, and it is inseparable from the historical origin of Bon religion that can be traced back to ancient times.

He even claimed that his own father, His Majesty the Emperor of Datang, was also bragging to the former Tubo prime minister, Gar Dongzan.

He also expressed his affirmation and praise for the conscientious work of the Bon religion on the plateau and his heart-wrenching contribution to the masses of the plateau people.

Hearing that Gatso master's eyes were red, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to do. Even the twelve disciples on his left and right were not much better. "Brother Cheng San, are you okay? I think it's so fragrant, can I eat it?"

"Well, your Highness wait a minute, I'll sprinkle some sesame seeds, it's okay... Your Highness blows first, carefully burn it."

"Mei Niang, take these bunches and eat them quickly."

"Brother Chubi, where's ours?" The two background boards suddenly began to twist unwillingly.

Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes unwillingly, and then passed them over to one person and two strings.

"That's it?" Li Ke saw his sister and Wu Meiniang's three or four strings, and then looked at the two pitiful strings in his hand, his eyes puffed up unwillingly.

"Why do you eat so much, will you eat hot pot for a while?" Cheng Chubi said unhappily.

He picked up two strings, came not far away and handed them to Hu Shang Palace. "Also, please try Hu Shanggong..."

Hu Shanggong, who had been accustomed to Cheng Saburo's generosity a long time ago, gave them a few sentences as usual and received them.

When I bite it down, I couldn’t tell the difference for a while. Whether I ate lamb or gluten, there is only one evaluation, that is, fragrant...

"Wow, it's delicious, Brother Cheng San, this gluten tastes like lamb."

"Ha, of course, because it is soaked in the fragrance and fat of lamb, it tastes like lamb."

"And there is also a unique gluten fragrance, delicious, right?"

"Brother Chubi, let's bake some more, there is not even enough space between the teeth." Fang Jun had already thrown the sign aside and started to urge.

What else could be done, Cheng Chubi could only helplessly continue to pick up a handful of strings that had been processed and put them on the fire.

"The last one. We'll have mutton-boiled in a while."

"I want to eat hot lamb too." Li Mingda said loudly, chewing on the fragrant gluten.

At this time, a black-faced old man who smelled incense and didn't talk about martial arts appeared again sneakily outside Qingyou Pavilion.

Sniffing his nose, there was no expression on his face that the old man expected.

"The old man knows that as long as this kid doesn't make a mess of monsters, it's not because he's playing cards, or he's tinkering with food."

Then, with his hands on his back, he walked towards the pavilion with a look of course, and the father-in-law Zhongbao behind him also took two deep breaths of the scent that was drifting over.

Continue to maintain a face with no expression fluctuations, and follow His Majesty the Great Emperor of Tang towards Qingyou Pavilion.

With little effort, Li Yuan sat on the pony with a golden sword, taking a sip of the essence of the wine and roasting the gluten, eating happily...

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Shubu mutton, this is how the northerners eat it, and Cheng Chubi prefers to shabu beef.

But there is a problem. The old Cheng's family is in Chang'an. At any rate, there are cattle that can often lead to cattle deaths due to accidents.

But this is the Jiucheng Palace~www.wuxiaspot.com~The Jiucheng Palace neither engages in farming nor grazing, and Cheng Chubi can't stealthily buy the people's farming cattle to cause accidents.

Therefore, you can only cook mutton, but since it is mutton, you have to have a sense of ritual.

The copper pot is a must, and it must be the Yuanyang pot, which is the last stubbornness of a gourmet from the Southwest.

Half of it is clear soup, and the other half. Although there is no chili, but with a lot of cornel, you can feel the spicy taste anyway.

Also used a lot of pepper and the bean paste produced by Cheng Chubi. Without chili, it can only be replaced by cornel, which can make some specious red oil anyway.

Food on the side, holding hands, looked at Cheng Saburo, who was busy squatting in front of the small iron stove.

Li Yuan watched Cheng Chubi throw all kinds of spices into the pot extravagantly. The peppers alone had to be thrown into the pot at least two or two.

Can't help shook his head in disgust. "Cheng Saburo, don't you waste a little bit?"