"Pig food? In two days, there will be no rotten cabbage leaves!"
The bookstore clerk couldn't bear this sigh, and quarreled with the second prince with raised eyebrows.
"Taijing is about to be blocked for three days. People outside can't come in, and people inside can't get out. We don't have any rice shop, vegetable shop, fruit shop in our Peony Square. Now everyone can only eat Chinese cabbage in the cellar. , There are many people in Fengxing Pavilion, which consumes a lot of money. If it wasn't for your master's illustrious reputation, with those five taels of silver, you wouldn't even be able to get rotten leaves!"
The second prince was scolded until his eyes straightened.
What master does he instinctively think, who is my master
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, the guy should be referring to Meng Qi.
The second prince couldn't help but feel annoyed. He was so polite that he wanted to say that he was a follower. He was obviously a patient of the doctor, and he followed Mo Li Mengqi to cure the disease.
But what you say is like water that is poured out, and you can't take it back.
The second prince snorted coldly, and because he was really hungry, he decided not to have the same knowledge as this guy, so he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to fill his stomach.
Under the strange eyes of the guy, the unfortunate prince stopped, squeezed out a stiff and painful smile, and then handed the chopsticks that had not yet touched the plate to the ink carp.
"Doctor, there's nothing good here, let's eat now."
Lu Min felt that he had sacrificed a lot, and when he was dizzy with hunger, he could still think of Yuan Li - he was a follower, how could the follower grab a meal in front of the master and the master's friends
Lu Min thought he had done a good job of disguising himself, but it wasn't the case.
There are all kinds of people here in Peony Square, and Fengxing Pavilion is selling news. Although the man is not very skilled in martial arts, he has seen many people, and he can see at a glance that Lu Min is not a follower at all.
Not only is it not a follower, but it may also be the son of a powerful family from a very high background.
It's just that on Lu Min, there is a kind of indifference that he doesn't put on airs and doesn't care about his face. This is very peculiar, the more prominent families that decline, the more face they need. Lu Min was not reliant on either side, and there was a taste of self-indulgence and self-indulgence, which made the guy couldn't help being curious about Lu Min's true identity.
It's a pity that the food was delivered. In order not to anger the distinguished guests, the man couldn't keep the pestle there and observe.
As soon as the man left, Meng Qi took the chopsticks from Mo Li's hand and put them back into the second prince, and said in disgust, "Let's eat, so as not to starve to death."
"Wait." Mo Li angrily and funny stopped.
He was about to suggest that the second prince drink two mouthfuls of gnocchi soup first, and then eat after slowing down his stomach, but found that the second prince had already held the bowl and ate it step by step, without the wrong behavior of gobbling it at all.
In fact, only meat can be called "meal".
Since there is no, it can not be called a meal. The second prince justly put aside the etiquette, not at all like he said that he disliked eating too bad. If he didn't dare to eat fast, Mo Li suspected that the second prince would swept away the dishes on the table.
"Well, you don't eat?" the second prince asked in surprise.
The ink carp silently lowered its head and drank the soup.
In all honesty, the things in Fengxing Pavilion are not bad.
Of course, it wasn't tasty either because of the lack of seasoning.
The ink carp could still eat it, and Meng Qi smelled the smell of the cabbage and showed a tangled expression.
- From the gerbil's point of view, this is no different from directly nibbling on the vegetables.
Meng Qi looked at the ink carp, who was sitting upright, with a straight back, and was eating slowly, and his heart ached inexplicably. It's okay for gerbils to eat vegetables, what vegetables does a fish eat!
When Meng Qi looked at the second prince who was eating happily, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.
"Boy, you can endure hardship."
"It's easy to say." The second prince accepted the compliments without looking up and said, "Actually, there is nothing to eat in the imperial meal, and some are not as good as these rotten leaves."
Mo Li stopped his chopsticks when he heard the sound, while Meng Qi's expression was indescribable.
"The people in the palace are all looking at the dishes."
The second prince muttered, followed by another bite of cabbage, and he said angrily, "I'm not a prince, but I can't hear, and I often anger the emperor, and the courtiers who follow my father and emperor don't take me seriously. Anyway, no matter who ascends the throne in the future, it will not be me. The dishes from the imperial kitchen will not be hot when I come here. No matter what dishes are like stewed vegetables, the meat is too old to bite, and the vegetables are too rotten to eat... As for the vegetable leaves without any oil, at least after they cool down, there will be no lumps of oil on them.”
Mo Li shook his head and said, "You will understand if you eat vegetables without oil for three months."
Many people in Zhushan County are poor, and they are reluctant to put salt in cooking, let alone oil.
The second prince was tormented by that kind of imperial meal. At first, he felt very comfortable eating this kind of dish without oil or salt, but he would never think so after a long time.
"Don't compare things that are unpalatable. It's hard to eat and it's serious or not." Meng Qi said angrily.
“…But if you don’t eat, you will starve to death.”
The second prince didn't lift his head, he was eating and suddenly realized that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, so he stopped his chopsticks in confusion, and then met Mo Li and Meng Qi's complicated eyes.
Lu Min didn't understand what it meant, so he buried his head and continued drinking the gnocchi soup.
Mo Li moved his lips and said with a sound transmission: "Brother Meng, I always feel... I'm like picking up an injured squirrel from the mountains."
It's stupid, you can even forget where things are buried, and you almost get carried away by a leopard. You have to worry about whether it can survive, and whether it has the potential to become a monster.
If Lu Min's brain was smarter, perhaps the crown prince would not be so worried.
Having said that, could the second prince be beaten stupidly by Lu Zhang when he was young
Mo Li almost wanted to use his inner strength to examine the second prince's head, and Meng Qi's dissatisfaction with Lu Min gradually increased, no matter whether he was a wise man or a wise man, it was not worth bothering the doctor.
"Didn't you say that Yan Cen may be Lu Zhang's son?" Meng Qi suggested enthusiastically, "We can take the second prince to Shimo Mountain and leave it to Yan Cen to take care of them, although they are brothers who have never met. , but there shouldn't be any differences in the attitude towards Lu Zhang. It just so happens that there are a lot of herbs in Shimo Mountain, so the second prince has become a wanted criminal of the Qi Dynasty, and it is safer to hide in the old forest in the deep mountains."
Mo Li thought about it carefully and found that this idea is very good.
After the second prince, who didn't know he was about to be sent to the bandit cottage, ate his fill, he restrained himself with great perseverance, and went to the cubicle to change his clothes with a yawn.
The people from Fengxing Pavilion not only sent food, but also a few replacement clothes.
However, there is no hot water that the ink carp needs, because it is too wasteful to burn hot water.
After the second prince finished eating, he started to feel sleepy, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, he fell asleep after half changing his clothes, leaning against the screen, or Mo Li heard the wrong sound and dragged him up.
Lu Min got up in a daze, and after walking a few steps, he fell down on the carpet a few short distances before.
This time it was Meng Qi, who irritably threw the person on the couch. According to Meng Qi's original idea, the bed belonged to Doctor Mo, and the couch belonged to himself. The second prince didn't even think about the door. Enter.
But ordinary people who don't know martial arts lie on the ground and sleep, and they can drink the medicine directly the next day, especially when the night is still cold and the second prince's dilapidated body is like a gourd with holes everywhere, he looks lean and powerful. Maybe a gust of wind blew it down, and then died of a serious illness.
Mo Li came out after changing clothes and saw Meng Qi's displeased expression.
"What are you doing sitting still?" Mo Li asked in confusion, "You don't want to eat, but you also want to rest."
"… "
Meng Qi was stunned for a while, then suddenly looked at the stepping bed.
The bed is well made, the disadvantage is that it is not big enough.
Therefore, Meng Qi never thought about sharing the bed with Mo Li from the beginning, and it was embarrassing to be face to face, and it was not the time.
Now is the sudden opportunity to come to the door
No no, can't be too happy too soon.
Meng Qi asked tentatively, "This bed is too small, the doctor should rest here."
"The house is this big, where else can I go?" Mo Li asked in surprise.
Meng Qi looked at Mo Li blankly, he thought it was wrong, definitely wrong!
Otherwise, this doctor was faked by someone else, or he was going to turn him into a gerbil, which would never be what he thought.
"Doctor, I can't do it now, it's not suitable." Meng Qiyi said sternly.
They are on the site of Fengxing Pavilion. This Jianghu organization makes a living by selling information, and everyone has a pair of sharp eyes.
It doesn't matter that Meng Guoshi disappeared without a sound, and there was a gerbil in the arms of the person who was with Meng Guoshi. Isn't this suspicious? No, it's too risky! Looking at the chief steward of Fengxing Pavilion, you can see that they can pull out two interrelated matters from the vast information, and make accurate judgments to guess the truth.
The gerbil's body can do nothing but eavesdrop.
Taijing Longmai suddenly began to dislike the appearance of his gerbil.
"Lu Zhang is injured, and the courtiers have their own thoughts. It is estimated that the martial law blockade will be lifted tomorrow, and I have to go out to check the situation."
Meng Qi decided that Mo Li wanted to avenge himself for making him into a fat baby, so he made up an excuse seriously, and also put forward the reason why he was familiar with Taijing Street.
Not allowing Mo Li to object, Meng Qi quickly opened the mechanism and slipped out, leaving Mo Li behind, so fast that he couldn't catch up.
Ink carp: "… "
Doctor Mo turned his head to look at the Babu bed, and did not understand what was wrong with the two of them meditating cross-legged together to cultivate internal energy. The martial arts master went out and had no bed to sleep in the capital. It was good to meditate and adjust his breath. Its daybreak.
Although the bed is not big, two people can still sit down!