Golden Stage

Chapter 29: Crack ┃ A storm caused by salted duck eggs

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In front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Yan Xiaohan passed by General Jin Wuwei who had just withdrawn from the hall.

Jin Wuwei's accident happened one after another. As a Shangguan, Yi Siming was not to blame. What's worse, the trust he finally built up in the emperor's heart plummeted. After all, Jin Wuwei had little knowledge and experience, and the emperor was willing to use them to kill chickens, but when it came to slaughtering cattle, the first thing that came to mind was Feilongwei.

As a minister, the most fearful thing is not greed, nor traitor, but "unbearable use".

Yan Xiaohan was reminded by Fu Shen just now, so he paid extra attention. He hadn't seen Yi Siming for a while, and he almost didn't recognize him at first glance. The man's face was pale and blue, his eye sockets were sunken, and his expression was haggard and gloomy.

Yan Xiaohan remembered that he was the same age as himself, but standing together, they were far from each other.

"General Yi."

No matter how the North and South Guards did not deal with it, the two Shangguan had to say hello when they met on the road. Yan Xiaohan bowed his hands in salute, but Yi Siming didn't return the salute or speak, just stared at him gloomily for a while, then turned and walked away.

Yan Xiaohan: "…"

The eunuch who came to lead him into the palace was the newly favored father-in-law Liu Ji. Seeing this, he hurriedly smoothed out the situation and said: "The emperor is furious when such a mess occurs, and General Yi is afraid that he will not be in a hurry. Therefore, the etiquette is not good, and the adults should take more care of this. The burden of finding the murderer and finding out the truth rests entirely on the shoulders of adults."

Tian Tong, who used to serve in the front of the imperial court, was kicked away by Yan Xiaohan, but now Liu Ji stepped on Tian Tong to the front of the imperial court. He knew who he was borrowing from, so he was very polite to Yan Xiaohan.

He watched the young flying dragon Wei Qincha walk calmly into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, thinking that when Duan Linglong covered the sky with one hand in the palace, Yan Xiaohan was his adopted son, and he had risen all the way since he entered the palace. Enduring honor. The Holy Family is like this, Tian Tong's over-the-top idiot actually wants to challenge him. Isn't this the old birthday star hanging, because he thinks his life is too long

And today's Jinwuwei General Yi Siming, whose face is stiff like a coffin board, looks like a pink eye with a heart that is taller than the sky and thinner than paper.

Emperor Yuantai's complexion is not very good, probably because he is old and has a lot of troubles, his complexion is sallow, and the bags under his eyes are loose. Yan Xiaohan saluted, he lowered his eyelids, and asked lightly, "Do you know everything?"

Yan Xiaohan: "My minister has ordered the collection of files, and questioned the family members and witnesses present separately, so as to find out the truth as soon as possible and bring the murderer to justice. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

Emperor Yuantai did not speak for a long time, and was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed.

"For outsiders to do things, it's better for you to let me worry." As if the breath that was being held tightly suddenly vented, Yuantai Emperor even brought a bit of concession in his language, "Menggui, I have wronged you for what happened the day before yesterday. ."

Yan Xiaohan hurriedly said, "Don't dare, Your Majesty's words are serious."

In fact, he wasn't quite sure exactly what Emperor Yuan Tai said, but it was always right to be humble and give in. Emperor Yuantai thought for a moment and asked, "I heard that Fu Shen is not in the capital?"

Yan Xiaohan said, "Back to Your Majesty, the Marquis of Jingning did not want to stay in Weichen's mansion, so the next day after the wedding, he moved to a different village outside the city. The minister thought that at the beginning of the marriage, he would live in another house in another house, because the etiquette was not in line with His Majesty's sage. That's why I've been staying at Bie Zhuang for the past few days."

"You did a good job." Emperor Yuantai praised him and sighed with emotion, "Fu Shen... No wonder he doesn't want to stay in the capital."

The strong general, his future was ruined by him, and he forced him to marry a man. In this sad place in the capital, Fu Shen was willing to stay for a long time.

Yan Xiaohan observed his words and expressions, and seemed to understand a little bit about Emperor Yuantai's mentality.

Emperor Yuantai asked, "What was Fu Shen doing before you came back?"

Yan Xiaohan wondered: "This..."

Emperor Yuantai: "What's wrong? It's okay to speak bluntly."

Yan Xiaohan was strangely silent for a while, before he stopped talking, and finally said embarrassedly, "Marquis Jingning needs to rest and has nothing to do. Now he is in the villa... Growing vegetables and raising chickens and ducks, and—"

Emperor Yuantai was stunned: "What else?"

Yan Xiaohan coughed dryly and said in a difficult manner, "Pickled salted duck eggs."

Emperor Yuantai: "..."

"Pickled salted duck eggs?" Yuan Taidi couldn't believe it, "Why did he suddenly think of this?"

The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and people at that time are proud of not touching the spring water, and the status of the kitchen servant is extremely low. Fu Shen, a pampered son of Zhongming Dingshi's family, is so big that he has never even entered the kitchen, how could he suddenly pick up salted duck eggs in a whim

He just pickled a flower, which is also a salted duck egg. If it is spread out and called "General Salted Egg", wouldn't he be ashamed? !

Yan Xiaohan broke the pot and threw all the tricks: "The chef of the villa is from Jiangnan, and the Jingning Hou grows in the north. I don't know that Jiangnan salted duck eggs come out with oil, but they are all pickled."

"According to Marquis Jingning, when he was in the army, most of the salted duck eggs he ate tasted bitter or had a stench, and half of the ten were oil-free. He thought that was the case with all salted duck eggs in the world... Only then did I know that the southern method of pickling is different, so I wanted to try it myself."

Emperor Yuantai thought it was funny at first, but when he heard the time in the army, his smile faded, and in the end, there was only complete silence, a little bit of disappointment, and almost invisible guilt.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Xiaohan seemed to be in a trance, and said softly, "Your Majesty?"

Emperor Yuantai closed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Marquis Jingning, Fu Jingyuan..."

Back then, he watched the young general go away on the golden stage, and his inner feeling was very similar to that of the present. But at that time, none of them thought that one day, the Duke of Jingning and Emperor Yuantai would go to completely different ends.

Once gone, there is no turning back.

After a long time, Emperor Yuantai said: "After a while, when the banquet is given on the Longevity Festival, you should let him come back."

Yan Xiaohan lowered his eyes, hiding the mockery that flashed in his eyes, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En."

"It's nothing else, just leave."

Yan Xiaohan saluted again, and was about to retire when Emperor Yuantai suddenly stopped him and asked without thinking, "Fu Shen's salted duck eggs... How's the pickling?"

Yan Xiaohan stopped, thought for a moment, and replied, "I don't hide it from Your Majesty, Yichen's humble opinion, maybe... not very good."

Emperor Yuantai sat up straight: "Huh? Talk about it."

"The hand is too strong," Yan Xiaohan said calmly, "A basket of duck eggs has not yet been sealed, and he has already crushed two."

Emperor Yuantai finally burst out laughing. Yan Xiaohan bowed and exited the hall.

The warm spring wind was blowing, and his back was actually cold. Yan Xiaohan was walking alone on the blue brick palace road. The more he thought about it, the more ironic he felt. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh.

Passing by, the maid and eunuch saw him look like a madman, with a creepy laugh.

Emperor Yuantai is really old now, and he has learned to cherish and regret.

Jin Wuwei couldn't clean up the mess that Jin Wuwei caused, so he turned around and found Yan Xiaohan back. At this time, Emperor Yuantai finally knew who was the real capable officials and officials. At the same time he felt wronged by Yan Xiaohan, he also thought of Fu Shen, and then was fooled by Yan Xiaohan with a few words, and finally felt a little bit of guilt in the sacred heart of Yuantai Emperor.

Perhaps it was in his impression that Fu Shen was always rigid, and rarely gave in voluntarily, so Fu Shen left the capital to recuperate in peace, and even retired to the garden to pickle salted duck eggs was a rare sight in the eyes of Emperor Yuantai. It is precisely because of this that he can finally condescend to pity the disabled general who was disarmed and returned to the field, and even moved his heart of sympathy, which is very kind, giving him a chance to return to the capital.

"It's really funny," Yan Xiaohan thought to himself, disrespectfully, "Why don't you think about who forced him to do this?"

And the emperor is the emperor after all, the guilt is only for a moment, but the fear can never be let go. Yan Xiaohan knew that he could not see Fu Shen's goodness, even if he was talented in pickling salted duck eggs.

Fortunately, there is no need to make too many concessions. Just tell him that the salted duck egg was not successful, and Emperor Yuan Tai will think that he is right to fulfill his fantasies and suspicions. In the battlefield, isn't even a salted duck egg not well marinated

The stupidity of this logic makes people laugh, but this deformed satisfaction is enough to pry open a gap in the layers of iron shackles that bind Fu Shen.

In a sense, Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen are a match made in heaven. Fu Shen is a general, Yan Xiaohan is a person, and his ability to survive and turn a corner from a desperate situation is exactly the same.

Going out of the palace gate and walking a few dozen steps north, the Flying Dragon Guard Academy is in front of you. Yan Xiaohan restrained his smile and pushed open the door to go in. The people sitting around the hall stood up as if they had seen something rare, "Sir!"

"My lord is back!"

"Thank goodness!"

Yan Xiaohan asked suspiciously, "Huh? Thanks for what?"

Tang Guo, the youngest member of the Feilong Guard, who is in charge of the "North Prison" Department of Penalties, is a sincere and honest boy. Hearing Yan Xiaohan's question, he immediately sold his colleagues without hesitation: "They said you If the sky doesn't come, it was taken away by the monster to suck the essence. Now that you have returned safely, of course, you must thank God for your blessing."

After he finished speaking, he recited "Namo Amitabha Buddha" reverently.

Yan Xiaohan: "…"

The courtyard was dead silent. Wei Xuzhou and the others were betrayed. They automatically and consciously stood in a row against the wall.

Yan Xiao sneered coldly: "Really, my wedding wine has been poured into the dog's stomach? I counted it three times, and I'll make it consciously."

After three beeps, all the flying dragon guards in the yard climbed up the wall in unison, like a row of big monkeys, squatting on the narrow wall with a gloomy face.

This was a bad move that Yan Xiaohan came up with after he took office as an envoy. There is not only Feilongwei an official yamen in the north, but the six army yamen are all on the same street. As long as someone passes by, when you look up, you can see the generals hanging on the wall and fluttering in the wind.

Across the wall, you can still hear the schadenfreude and laughter on the street: "Oh, old Wei, has your kipcha envoy hang it on the wall again?"

Tang Guo, who had sold his colleagues, looked up for a while, then turned to go back to the house, but saw Yan Xiaohan still standing there: "Xiao Tang, why are you going?"

Tang Guo looked at him innocently.

Yan Xiaohan said, "You have a share too. Go up."

Tang Guo couldn't understand it at all, and asked aggrievedly, "Why?"

"Give you a memory," Yan Xiao said coldly and ruthlessly, "What do you believe in what others say, sooner or later there will be no bones left to be deceived."

The author has something to say: An irresponsible follow-up:

After Fu Shen heard about this, he thought that Yan Xiaohan's claim that he could not pickle salted duck eggs well was a slander. Therefore, when the first batch of salted duck eggs opened, he did not leave any of them for Yan Xiaohan.

But that day, Master Yan finally ate eggs, two.