The crimson rockets split the night sky like a meteor shower, and with a whistling sound, they headed towards the room of Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji with a clear target. In an instant, a raging fire ignited, and the room on the second floor suddenly became a sea of flames.
"Let's do it!" Meng Fuyao jumped up, not scared but excited, stomping his feet and gearing up, "It's really unexpected, I dare to do it!"
"What are you fussing about?" Changsun Wuji didn't move, as if he didn't see the fire at all, he slowly peeled a potato by himself, and ate it with gusto against Mr. Yuanbao, "It wasn't Feng Jingrui's hand, I I bet you that he is definitely 'not here' tonight, and those who set fire to the murders must be the green forest heroes Changtian Gang who 'revenge the brothers in the gang who were killed'."
"I know that Feng Jingrui will completely push the attack on us to the Changtian Gang," Meng Fuyao grinned, "Anyway, the Xuanji country is in chaos now. Outside of Beijing, the people outside of Beijing are still staring at them—Feng Jingrui has no hope of the throne anyway, why not make the situation more confusing? If we are dead, wouldn’t it be better for Dahan and Wuji to use force against Xuanji? Maybe he is Feng Jingrui You can still fish in troubled waters."
"So Feng Jingrui wants to kill you and I have no scruples. He doesn't need to be responsible to Xuanji." Changsun Wuji stuffed a peeled potato into her mouth, "Fuyao."
"Hmm." Meng Fuyao ate with all his might.
"Are you going to get rid of Feng Jingrui now?"
"No." Meng Fuyao said, "It's easy to kill him, but it's troublesome to recruit more people to do it. Anyway, it's in his country, so it can't be so high-profile..."
Changsun Wuji was just thinking about why this person is so modest today, but she heard her say: "It's better to wait until the light turns into darkness all the way to the capital, and then circle the problematic ones that have harmed us and slaughter them together."
... It really is the style of King Meng.
"Then..." Changsun Wuji smiled, "It seems that we are about to face the pursuit."
He understated the difficult and unpredictable future, and Meng Fuyao listened calmly.
"Oh." She held her chin and thought about the way of escape very seriously, "How should we escape? Escape with three thousand people? That would be too embarrassing for Xuanji."
"I think," Changsun Wuji smiled, "what Feng Jingrui said during the banquet tonight, the spring scenery of the Red Terrace, the sunset of Jingfeng, the Jinjiang Lishui, sounds very good."
Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, and he praised: "Ah, I haven't traveled for a long time!"
She wiped her mouth, stood up and looked up at the second floor, and heard the roar of vengeance outside, said: "At any rate, we're going to fight and 'disappear'."
She smoothed her sleeves, tied her hair, and said with bright eyes, "Itchy hands!"
"Wait a minute." Changsun Wuji suddenly grabbed her, took her hand, looked at her fingers carefully, and said, "Your nails are very easy to grow, so fix them first, or you will easily hurt your fingers if you break them in a fight." Taking advantage of the trend, Meng Fuyao sat down, took out a small gold scissors from her pocket, and gently trimmed her nails.
At this moment, the fire was raging above, and there was noise all around. Countless people from Tian Gang, the foreign minister of the post station, approached and surrounded them with bows and knives. In a critical moment, these two people quietly cut their nails under the light of the fire above.
Changsun Wuji carefully cut the cuts, holding on to Meng Fuyao's fingertips, and moved them one by one. From Meng Fuyao's perspective, he could see his forehead as smooth as jade, his thin lips slightly pursed, his nose as straight as a jade peak, and his cheeks were gilded by flames. There is a layer of golden red on it, with a kind of almost brilliant brilliance, but the expression is rare and focused. It seems that whether the fingers in the hand in front of him are neatly cut is much more important than whether there is anyone coming to besiege or even chase them.
There is noise all around, but the tranquility here is good, only the sound of two people breathing long, and the sound of scissors cutting their nails, subtle but crisp, after listening to it for a long time, it feels like a brisk and lively rhythm like a minor.
The beauty of time is all in this moment.
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged in front of him, the embers of the fire beside him were slightly warm, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes was still there. Master Yuan Bao slept between the two of them propping up Shan Gao's belly, and suddenly felt peaceful at this moment when the road ahead was full of unpredictable and murderous threats. Gentle, like many, many years ago, in the previous life, when I came back from the hospital with my mother, I met a baked sweet potato stand on the side of the road, bought one for one yuan, and the mother and daughter stood by the road and shared the food, eating while eating. Looking at each other and smiling, they all feel that what they are sharing is not only a piece of sweet sweet potato, but also the warmth in winter, the mood of sharing joys and sorrows, and the tacit understanding of being together for a lifetime.
Now, after nineteen years, she is in another world, once again sharing roasted sweet potatoes with others. The scene, situation and characters have all passed away, and there is something in common with that mood.
The little scissors "snapped" and cut without rush... She was a little distracted, thinking that many years ago, her mother cut her nails when she was a child, and she cut her nails after her mother fell ill. At that time, she never thought about it again. Many years later, in this different world, there will be a noble man who has never been a slave, who will quietly and gently cut her nails on such a fire-lit night.
The man said calmly and slowly: "Fuyao, I hope to bake sweet potatoes with you every winter, and then cut off your overgrown nails."
Meng Fuyao sighed silently, patted his hand, stood up and said: "I still think it's more realistic to fight with me now, let's go."
The two jumped onto the top of the wall and looked down. First they saw the flames leaping, and Feng Jingrui dispersed the three thousand guards who were arranged to live in the city because the post house couldn't accommodate them, and they were rushing to the post house. "The local soldiers rushed out of the government office with extremely high efficiency, holding torches and appearing on the roads of the three thousand cavalry rushing to the post. They seemed to be actively rescued in the same direction, but in fact they blocked the cavalry. In a small border town, the streets and alleys are narrow, and these people are in a mess, and the cavalry can't move forward at all.
Meng Fuyao hugged her chest and sneered, lowered her head and called Tie Cheng who came over, saying: "Go and contact Ji Yu, let them follow the old method of Black Wind Riders, break them up into parts, and disperse from Xuanji to Tongcheng, the capital city, at the beginning of April. Meet me there."
Tie Cheng took the order to go, Meng Fuyao looked at the impenetrably surrounded post house, the cold light of iron tools shone in the firelight all around, shouted "Revenge my brother" loudly, couldn't help sneering: : "Heroes in the green forest, even have military-made bows and crossbows? Collusion to such an extent, the chaos in Xuanji country is really beyond control."
But Changsun Wuji said: "Changtian Gang leader, I heard that he was also a person who almost ranked among the top ten back then. He is not a mediocre person. You have to be careful."
Meng Fuyao looked down and saw at the main entrance of the post house, a bald red-robed old man in the crowd, his temples were bulging high, his eyes were full of energy, he was directing the attack on the post house, he suddenly became interested, he raised his legs and ran out .
As soon as she ran, she formed a thick and straight line of black color, instantly drawing a whistling wind in the night, and the flames rising from all sides were forced to retreat in unison by the fierce aura around her, and they all came to a stop with a whoosh. On the wall of the main gate of the post house, all the crossbows and crossbow arrows that were shot at her scraped against her skirt and were nailed to the door. The door panel fell down with a bang, and the smoke, dust and sawdust splashed in all directions, hitting the subordinates of the Changtian Gang who were the most active in attacking the goal, and they were bloodied immediately.
This astonishing momentum startled the Changtian Gang members who were shouting into the sky, and Meng Fuyao retreated in front of him, passing through the crowd of Changtian Gang members in green clothes like a blade. Like a black long knife splitting the back of a giant blue snake in an instant, blood splashed everywhere where it passed, and the screams of misery quickly overwhelmed the shouts of revenge.
The direction Meng Fuyao rushed was directly facing the leader of the Changtian Gang, and the old man couldn't help shaking his eyebrows when he saw the prestige, he withdrew his steps and waved his hand, there was a clanging sound in front of him, the light of the saber flashed repeatedly, and he stood up instantly. Eighteen long knives were drawn out, forming an invincible knife formation.
The light of the saber was particularly bright, and eighteen arcs of light shook rapidly in a strange rhythm in the formation of eighteen people. The snow light shot vertically and horizontally like swords, and the reflected fire light became even more dazzling. People around couldn't help but raise their sleeves. Covering your eyes, you can't see anything clearly for a moment.
The bald old man was behind the Eighteen Knives Formation, his sleeves were stroked and his thick, blood-red palms were obviously practicing poisonous palms. He stared at Meng Fuyao with a sneer, waiting for the moment when she met the glaring knife light and closed her eyes—this time It is the light array taught by another person, supplemented by his invisible poisonous palm, it is even more extraordinary. Countless top masters in the world have died under his move. The women of the top ten are no exception.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around in mid-air.
She rushed so violently that no one felt that she could overcome such a violent inertia, but Meng Fuyao was so relaxed, swimming around like a fish in the water, and lifted a foot to catch a rushing Chang Tian. The gang kicked it over, the knife light suddenly brightened, "Ah" screamed and the man was already strung on the tip of the knife.
Everyone in the knife formation was stunned, and then there was another wave of shaking, and the corpse was shaken off, but Meng Fuyao didn't stop, and kicked dozens of kicks in mid-air in an instant, and the blue-colored Changtian gang was kicked like a football by her. One by one kicked towards the blade as fast as lightning, trying to escape but unable to hide, one after another pierced through the knife formation, before the knife formation had time to shake off, a bunch of bloody grasshoppers strewed it, but Meng Fuyao flew away. Standing up, stepping on the corpse on the tip of the knife, he crossed the knife array and went straight to the leader of Changtian.
The old man let out a cold snort, his long-prepared bloody palm lit up, and shouted: "Today you take my seat instead!"
He had fully accumulated twelve points of real strength, and he slashed out with a mighty and incomparable palm, and there was a terrible wind within a few feet around him!
Meng Fuyao suddenly disappeared.
She flipped over the head of Changtian gang leader lightly and skillfully. Changtian gang leader saw her in a blink of an eye, but he was not flustered. He responded very quickly and turned back with a palm. The power of the two palms is exactly the same, and it is generally flexible to attack and counterattack!
However, it was the moment when he turned back to face Meng Fuyao.
He suddenly felt as if there was a figure floating in front of him.
The feeling of seeing a figure out of the corner of his eye is very strange and illusory. The other party does not feel real to him at that moment, but like a phantom produced by the blinding eyes of the fire. In fact, there is a knife formation in front of him , Meng Fuyao also rolled behind him, at this time, there should be no one in front of him.
However, the old leader of Zongheng Xuanji, who had experienced many battles for decades, still felt that something was wrong, so he immediately raised his palm, and tried to meet him with the other hand.
It's a pity that it was still a step late.
A hand was gently raised up suddenly, and as soon as it was raised, it was closed, and the wind flowing in all directions seemed to freeze suddenly, blocking his bloody palm.
The attack of the Changtian gang leader froze.
Behind him, Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, and immediately punched back with his backhand!
Punch out like piercing, break your heart!
"boom-"
Amidst the noise from all around, only Changtian's leader heard the dull and hopeless cracking sound. The sound was like the collapse of Changtian and the ground cracking. All the flesh, internal organs and consciousness were shattered and buried in an instant. In the sudden rush, because of the shattering of the internal organs, the meridians and the heart, the joy is soaring in the body with unprecedented unrestrained strength. However, this is also the last almost carnival and extravagant joy in life, just like the last dance before the feast is about to end. Then, darkness fell and all sparks were extinguished.
He didn't even cry out, and he didn't even have time to spit out a mouthful of blood, so he fell down heavily and hopelessly.
The last thought in my life is: Who is that... in front of me
The one in front is Changsun Wuji.
His Royal Highness the crown prince who is very lazy and doesn't like to fight lazily clings to King Meng's back, floating like a wisp of cotton wool. In front of the Changtian Gang Lord.
They were all stuck in that position, so the old man had no choice but to move his hands a little bit.
Originally, even with the knife formation, Changtian's leader might not be Meng Fuyao's opponent, how could he stand up to the shameless pincer attack of two black-bellied masters, it's just the difference between dying and dying faster.
one move!
Master Changtian is dead!
In the eyes of the stunned Changtian gang members, they only saw Meng Fuyao rushing over with incomparable ferocity, kicking out dozens of people on the front of the sword array in the blink of an eye, but suddenly turned upside down when he rushed in front of the old gang leader , and then there seemed to be a lavender shadow floating around? Then Meng Fuyao punched.
People die.
Zongheng Xuanji has never been defeated, and the old gang leader who almost won against the top ten many years ago, died so easily
Nothing is more likely to break people than Yang Zhimi Gao's idol being destroyed. Most of the Changtian gang stopped their hands for a moment, and began to retreat in horror. Several deputy gang leaders and big leaders flew over, but they did not dare to approach , looked at each other hesitantly, and both saw an opportunity in each other's eyes-the gang leader is dead, and there will be a new round of power struggle soon, and it is important to preserve the strength under each name.
"Back!" A deputy gang leader shouted for a while, and the Changtian gang members immediately began to withdraw their sabers and retreat.
Meng Fuyao is in a hurry now, shit, why did we "disappear" after you retreated? Isn't it impossible to play now? Seeing that the Changtian Gang not only did not avenge the gang leader, but began to retreat in an orderly manner, and the local soldiers not far away finally "arrived", Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded for a while, then suddenly waved his hands and chased them out, and plunged into the crowd: " Ah... kill me, kill me, ah, I don't have a weapon..." Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she quickly knocked down one who snatched her hat, and then grabbed another who stripped off her robe... all the way mixed in with the number of hurriedly retreating. Among the Qianchangtian gang, they ran away from each other.
On January 26th of the 30th year of Xuanji, Prince Wuji and King Dahan Meng were besieged by the Changtian Gang in revenge for killing a chief leader of the Changtian Gang at the post office in Taiyuan County on the border of Xuanji. Killed, the crown prince and King Han disappeared.
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Jinjiang produces Lishui, and its pulse is like transverse waves.
Lishui in Xuanji Country is the largest river running from north to south, and it is also the mother river that has raised countless Xuanji children. Lishui, as its name suggests, is clear and beautiful, with beautiful scenery and beautiful ladies. It is especially named after the section of Yufeng River in Jinjiang County. Wen Tianxia, there are exquisite mountains and rivers, there are 18 sceneries such as "Beauty's Bun", "Watching the Moon Cliff", "Jade Sun Terrace", "Xiu Hairpin Peak"; : Xuanji's first water.
It was a turbulent spring morning, and a light mist formed on the surface of the river. A light boat rolled out from between the cliffs on both sides of the river. Skimming the clear and crystal-clear water, the sound of the boat swayed slowly in the quiet morning light.
"Hello—the boat lady." There was a crisp voice from the shore, and the boat maid heard the voice and looked around, and saw a girl in light green clothes standing on the shore and waving at her. Wangyue Cliff was still pretty, her eyes were so bright that it seemed to lighten up the mist in the morning.
Standing beside her was a slender man, dressed lightly, half-hidden his face, smiling with his hands behind his back, looking at the surface of the river, the wind picked up his skirt, and his eyes flickered lightly, making people confused for some reason breathe.
The boat lady looked at the couple in a daze. She didn't know any words like a pair of biren, immortals and couples, so she just instinctively praised: "What a beautiful couple!"
The young girl was not angry when she saw her dumbfounded, she smiled and patted a piece of silver, and said: "We have to cross the river, please trouble you."
The ninety-nine-nine fine grained silver is enough for five taels, which is worth half a year's ferry fee for the boat lady. The boat lady quickly took it with a happy face and pushed the boat, but the girl smiled again and said: "I'll give you another five taels when you get off the boat. "
The boat lady was overjoyed, but the girl immediately smiled and said: "But there are conditions." She snapped her fingers and said quickly, "First, you are not allowed to look too much, second, you are not allowed to ask too much, third, you are not allowed to cook food, and every time If you look at it more, you will be deducted one tael, if you ask more questions, you will be deducted two taels, if it is not delicious, you will be deducted three taels, until the deductions are exhausted, the reverse will be deducted."
The boat lady hurriedly shut up, she gave up her thoughts of striking up a few words with this beautiful couple, she pushed the boat silently, and heard the girl beckon to a honest boy, "Tiecheng, please hurry up, I didn't say you You can’t look, why turn your eyes away.”
She lay down comfortably on the deck of the boat, occupying the small space on the boat. She put her hands on the pillow and said intoxicatedly: "Hey, these days are really cool."
The boat lady silently glanced at this strange and clever woman, endured it for a while and said: "There is still a question that must be asked."
The man smiled and said, "Don't listen to her, just say it."
"Are the guests siblings or husband and wife?"
"Brothers and sisters."
"couple."
The two voices gave different answers. After a while, the girl sat up, kicked the man and said, "You're the only one who talks too much." Turning to the boat lady, "Why do you ask this, I really want to deduct the money."
"Guests want to eat good food. Brothers and sisters eat like brothers and sisters, and husbands and wives eat like husbands and wives." The boat lady smiled and said, "If you are brothers and sisters, then the servants will cook for the guests. Eighteen bends, a guest from the capital recently came to Wu’s boat restaurant, and he cooks excellent dishes, but I heard that there are many rules, and he only cooks three dishes a day at most, and he said, only for those who love deeply. Husband and wife taste, if the two are not husband and wife, the slave will not have to shake it."
"Good food..." The girl was drooling and her eyes rolled around, looking very tempted and a bit resisted. The boat lady looked at her with a smile, and then widened her eyes, seeing that there seemed to be something in her sleeve. The thing was moving, and then it moved quickly to the shoulder, and a piece bulged out of the shoulder, and then, a small claw suddenly appeared from her neckline, grabbed her earlobe and pulled desperately, pulling, pulling, pulling...
uh... what...
Needless to ask, it is naturally the gluttonous and sleepy Lord Yuan Bao, his black-bellied and cunning No. 1 master in the world, and his master, the fierce and shameless Lord Han who is the number one in the world.
Traveling for three people is a rare leisure time in life (rat life) for three people and one mouse. The scenery of Xuanji is beautiful, and skilled craftsmen are all over all walks of life. Regardless of the market construction supplies, the scenery is very interesting. Three people and one mouse Walked here slowly, only a hundred miles away from Taiyuan County.
Meng Fuyao was sitting there, still fighting hard for the name of husband and wife and the beauty of delicious food. The eldest grandson Wuji said: "They are husband and wife in the first place, but this child likes to be petty. Please trouble the boatman to shake it over."
"Hi!"
The boat lady tapped her pole, and the light boat swayed away, Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged, with dark eyes, she said: "I heard that you are very good at finding us?"
"That's it." Changsun Wuji helped her close up her loose cuffs, "Of course, our two sides are acting, and Xuanji is in a hurry. Both sides have sent important ministers and troops to sit in Tongcheng, waiting to give us to us. find it."
"That eleven, what do you say?"
"The suppression of the bandits was ineffective, so I asked for punishment, but he was not there that night, so the county magistrate was dismissed. He took the blame and made meritorious service, and continued to be responsible for the suppression of the northern green forest. It is said that several leaders of Changtian have been killed. I don't know if it is true or not, even if it is true. Yes, it's probably to support the leader who has already taken refuge in him as the boss, right?"
"The cops and gangsters have been close since ancient times." Meng Fuyao sighed, "I love the underworld."
"Stealing the floating life for half a day." Changsun Wuji said: "Let's have fun at this time. When we get to Tongcheng, it's likely to be a mess again."
"I'm not interested in their affairs, as long as they don't mess with me." Meng Fuyao wrinkled his nose and said suddenly, "What's the smell?"
She sniffed carefully, her eyes slowly brightened.
The boat lady turned her head and pointed to a big boat flying high in front of her with a red flag with black letters "船食" and said with a smile: "Here, Wu's boat is the biggest one in Jinjiang, and the guests can catch up quickly." Coincidentally, it's meal time, and the chef in Beijing is probably ready to cook."
Meng Fuyao said in astonishment: "It's only morning, why is it called meal time?"
"This man in the capital is weird. He cooks in the middle of the morning every day, and before cooking, he must first listen to him talk about state affairs, family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, and care about everything. share."
Meng Fuyao let out a "ha", became more interested, and said: "Such a wonderful man!" He jumped onto the sturdy, tall and elegantly decorated boat of the Wu family, only to see the quiet and endless people on the deck. No one stepped forward to greet him, but he could vaguely hear someone talking loudly in the cabin, so he followed the sound and touched it.
"...the latest rumor today..." The rustling sound of flipping the paper, "...Prince Wuji and King Mengmeng of Dahan disappeared in Taiyuan County... Our Xuanji is really troubled now, and the troubles are adding fuel to the fire. It's almost the same, the seasoning is heavy, it won't work, it won't work if it's light, it won't work if it's too hot, it won't work if it's too small, look at the rumbling formation of the Eleventh Prince's suppression of the bandits... the heat is over... Speaking of heat, please take the spoon in the restaurant earlier Yes, it’s a test of skill, you don’t need to make any big dishes, scrambled eggs! Stir-fried bean sprouts! The eggs are golden and tender when fried, and one egg can be fried into a large plate. When the bean sprouts are fried, the color and shape of the roots remain the same... Raw? Duh! You Eat, eat, bite, crunchy, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, scallion, wine, all kinds of flavors... Real skills can be seen in home-cooked dishes... Well, let’s not talk about eating, even if you talk about eating, you can’t eat a single one."
"...and that King Dahanmeng..." The bench moved, "... how many people say that she is fierce and shameless, lucky, a born noble person who turns evil into good fortune, and usually has no roots or roots, how can she do this? I said, it’s not that simple, like sending out sea cucumbers—long ginseng, plum blossom ginseng, and sand ginseng. Before it’s released, it’s like dry firewood. It’s inconspicuous and dry. How? Do you know how? You? You? You? Hey! Anyway, you’re still a passenger on a boat, and sea cucumbers don’t know how to send them! Here’s a trick for you, soaking in hot water, peel off the layer of rubber band in the inner chamber, and peel it clean , otherwise the hair will not be able to penetrate, then fill the pot with hot water, keep it stuffy, and pour it out overnight, fat and round! Dahan Mengwang looks strong and plump today, he must have been scalded with hot water that day, the boiling water is not hot, No sea cucumbers!"
"... It's really not stable recently... the regent of Xuanyuan also died a few days ago." The voice of moving the stool said, "Look at the life of Xuanyuan last year. It's been turned over, big... big... It's like setting up a table, start with cold dishes, stir-fry to keep up, soup and dishes, snacks and comfort! Cold dishes should be beautiful, so beautiful that they are not tepid and calm, and there are many tricks Dazzled, he just ate casually, just like those hammers and sticks in Xuanyuan Inner Palace; the stir-fry is like a thunderbolt, and the hot and fresh fragrance is so hot that it hits the chest. King Meng killed rabbits, and the old case of Shangyuan manipulated by the eldest grandson behind the scenes is shocking! Soup and vegetables are packed together, a big bowl is really affordable, and the water and land are complete. It’s as simple as swinging a knife on it. Don’t let it go, look at that night, the commander made chaos, the king of Xiping rebelled, how many people died in the palace of Xuanyuan Chaoli? At the end, I remember a plate of colorful fruit soup, snow-colored red plums, the climax of the banquet, that is, the regent of Xuanyuan In the end, the charred corpses hanging upstairs... well, let’s not talk about food, it’s almost too much to eat.”
"To start the conversation today, let's say that King Han was the first to make troubles in the Wuji Kingdom," the voice turned the paper, "... At that time, the Wuji Kingdom was fighting against Gaoluo on two fronts. King De thought he had an opportunity, but he was killed I took it... Gaoluo is close to the sea. I went there one year. People on the beach served raw oyster meat. Have you ever eaten oysters? No? Hey, white, yellow, black, red, raw! A table of entourage is full of oysters. Say 'Ru Mao drink blood'! Turn your head far away, I said you don't understand, seafood, you should never fry or steam it, it's not fresh! That's it, soy sauce, vinegar, and pepper powder, you probably don't know about pepper powder I know, oysters are cold in nature, and this thing is hot in nature, the cold and heat are reconciled, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis... Oh oh, continue to talk about two-front warfare, how can there be two-front warfare? Who are you talking about Changsun Wuji? Let yourself fall into the situation of two-front warfare? Poor King De had a big dream of Spring and Autumn, he didn't know that he would put a long line to catch big fish... Speaking of fish..."
Meng Fuyao smiled silently.
Grandson Wuji laughed silently.
What a god of food...
He is still a man who lives in politics, and has a blazing gaze on the situation, but he is caught in a pile of stir-fried vegetables, eggs, and bean sprouts for a feast.
Clearly well versed in politics, Meng Fuyao's family history and Changsun Wuji's political maneuvering are easily grasped by him, and he compares them with food in a simple way, but only on the county river here, on a fishing boat of ordinary people, to a group of ignorant people. The ignorant barefoot fishermen and ordinary tourists from all over the world talked about the "political food" that no one can understand.
Is it the game world? Is it funny tuti? Is it unintentional to vent? Or is it intentional
Meng Fuyao poked his head into the cabin, and in the crude cabin, the drooling guests were not so much listening to the state affairs as they were intoxicated by the aroma of the food. The table was set up on a stool, and a thin and thin man sat tall. The man, in a very ordinary Tsing Yi, was dripping with oil, with half a vegetable leaf still stained on his neckline, his sleeves were rolled up, holding a few pieces of paper with messy ink stains, he was engrossed in a conversation.
Meng Fuyao applauded and strode in: "Well said, well said, well said!"
The man put down the paper, he was about thirty years old, he was a little pale, his brows were clear, and he seemed to be short-sighted. He squinted his eyes and looked at Meng Fuyao, and then at the eldest grandson Wuji who followed him. The first sentence he said was: "Husband and wife?"
Meng Fuyao smiled and said: "If not?"
"Then go out." The man waved his hand unceremoniously, "Don't you know my rules?"
"Understood." Meng Fuyao lifted his robe and sat down, "Since we're here, we naturally understand the rules."
The man looked at her for a while, then slowly climbed off the chair, then off the table, and said, "That's all for today."
There was a hiss of relief from pain below.
"Old rules, if you are not a couple, go out early." The man walked slowly towards the back kitchen, "Otherwise...you will spit it out if you eat mine."
Meng Fuyao was drinking tea, and the tea came out after a squirt. Changsun Wuji patted her on the back with a smile, and Meng Fuyao looked back with tears in his eyes: "Why is this baby so messy in the wind..."
Fortunately, although the baby was messy in the wind, the outside was scorched and the inside was tender, but the dishes were indeed delicious and unparalleled in the world. Sitting in the cabin, Meng Fuyao smelled the tempting aroma from the back kitchen, and sighed with fascination: "It smells so good!"
A diner next to him lazily said: "The pot was just heated."
After a while, Meng Fuyao's eyes brightened: "Okay, okay!"
Another diner said casually, "It's just the seasoning."
After a while, Meng Fuyao climbed up on the chair, looked around, and all booed her: "Calm down, the fish will be cooked!"
…
Until Meng Fuyao was tormented by the delicious food and was restless and anxious, and was considering whether to send three thousand guards to help the chef light the fire, the curtain of the back cabin was lifted, and a pretty fisherman girl came up with a tray and served food to every diner. , Qing Qing crisply said: "The first course, mandarin duck fish."
Meng Fuyao curled her lips when she heard the name, and scolded: "Vulgar!"
But the color and fragrance are really good. The fish served on the table has a wide body and a long beak, and the meat is crystal clear. There is a layer of light yellow fish skin on the jade-like fish meat. It is light, but the aroma is so strong that it makes people want to rush.
Meng Fuyao pounced on it, manipulated the chopsticks, and stroked the fish's back with the chopsticks, precisely and neatly: "Half and half!"
The fisherman's girl floated over and reminded with a smile: "No sharing, please share."
Meng Fuyao turned her head and saw that everyone was eating together, uh, they are so intimate, no wonder the request is husband and wife.
"This dish has two flavors, light at the beginning and tail and thick in the middle." The chef appeared at the cabin door holding a spatula, "a husband and wife must sit opposite each other to eat. At first, each person's taste is mediocre, but then it gradually becomes more subtle, until they share chopsticks with each other. When the tips touch each other, the smell of fish is the best, implying that the husband and wife are not related to each other, but once they are destined to go to the same destination, first they share hardships, and then they share joys."
He squinted at Meng Fuyao: "If you don't understand my rules, don't eat it, otherwise it will ruin my artistic conception of food."
Meng Fuyao muttered: "Where are all these stinky rules coming from!"
The eldest grandson Wuji had already dropped the plate, and the two of them sat on one side and said with a smile: "This rule is very good, very good, very good."
Meng Fuyao was helpless, and couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he had to bury his head in eating. As expected, it became more delicious as it got closer to the middle, and the taste was layered on the tip of his tongue. In the middle of the meal, the tips of their noses had almost reached the tip of their noses, when suddenly the tips of their chopsticks touched with a "ding", they both felt that there seemed to be something foreign under the chopsticks. It also seems pink and attractive.
"Okay, I've eaten Double Happiness meatballs!" There were joyful voices from all around, and the chef above said: "Whoever catches it, bite off half and give it to the other party."
Meng Fuyao slammed into flames, quit, and yelled as soon as the chopsticks rested: "You're so stingy, can't you take out two fish balls?"
"Fish balls?" The chef gave her a contemptuous look, folded his arms and looked up at the sky without saying a word. Meng Fuyao stared at him and felt his teeth itching. A woman at the next table smiled and said, "Girl, you don't know, this is not ordinary. The fish balls here are Qibao fish that swim from the inner sea of Fufeng during the flood season on the upper Jinjiang River. Because of the long-term travel, the meat of this fish is elastic and the teeth are most suitable for making fish balls, but because the distance is too far, there is no one in a million It is very precious, it is already rare to have one on each table, even this one is worth a hundred taels of silver."
Meng Fuyao rubbed his nose, and heard the chef above sneer: "Bump!"
Mengtu Baozi had no choice but to push the fish balls out, swallowed his saliva and said to his eldest grandson Wuji, "Eat it."
She made such a sacrifice, but her superiors refused to let her go, and shouted: "Share food! Divide food! Are you pretending to be husband and wife?"
"So what if it's a fake?" Meng Fuyao jumped up and stroked his sleeves, "What can you do to me?"
The chef didn't answer, he proudly pointed to a sign on the hatch, and Meng Fuyao saw that the sign on the hatch read: "Those who pretend to be husband and wife, please take off your clothes and swim back to shore naked in public."
"Ah... why didn't you remind me?" Meng Fuyao stabbed Changsun Wuji, the boat is in the middle of the water, and the river is very wide, swim back? It's too bad.
"It's okay." Changsun Wuji smiled, "I don't think it will be a disadvantage to me no matter what." He picked up the fish ball and said, "What are you talking about with him? Will it be over after eating?" Gently bite the fish ball In the second half, it was conveniently fed into Meng Fuyao's mouth which was about to scold him.
Meng Fuyao: "..."
The eldest grandson Wuji tasted it, nodded, and drank the tea: "Well, it tastes very good." He suddenly reached out and patted the back of her neck, and said pitifully, "Are you choking?" Helping her calm down, "Don't get excited."
Meng Fuyao burst into tears: "..."
It was only when the second dish was served that Meng Fuyao struggled out of his dying situation, his eyes drifted here and there without looking at Changsun Wuji, and he concentrated on the dish, the name of the dish was "Peach Blossom Spring."
Sure enough, the famous dish is also delicious. It is still a clear soup with light pink snail meat. It looks like peach blossoms falling in a clear stream.
The chef said: "Start with this dish and examine the relationship between your husband and wife. This is the famous peach blossom snail in Lishui, Jinjiang. This dish is a test of cooking skills. If it is cooked well, it is delicious. If it is not cooked well, it will be fishy and hard to swallow. , It’s also like the relationship between husband and wife, whether they love each other deeply, or resent their spouse all their lives, if they are a loving couple or two hearts resenting their spouse, let this snail tell me.”
Meng Fuyao was thinking about the relationship between testing relationships and snail meat, but he heard the chef say: "Ask all the husbands, your wife has ten slender fingers, how many snails? How many skips?"
Meng Fuyao slammed into flames again with a "bang"—what a tricky question! Whose family is too idle to count how many snails and skips the wife has? Not to mention whether the husband will know that the dustpan in the wife's hand is herself, she never thought of looking at the snails and the dustpan so boringly.
Sure enough, more than half of the people couldn't answer. The chef was not polite and ordered to pay for the meal. The ladies sat in a small boat, and the husbands all undressed and rolled into the water, swimming hard in the bone-chilling water in early spring.
Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of her mouth, seeing the women enjoying the boats, she thought to herself that the poor eldest grandson Wuji will suffer a little crime now, turn around