Lu Zhicheng immediately burst into laughter, nodded blankly and said: "Okay, okay, that's good, that's good, that's good, that's good."
The corners of Zhou Chi's mouth twitched even more fiercely: "..."
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Lu Zhicheng called to the people outside the door, and then to Zhou Chi, "Have you not had breakfast yet? I have asked someone to prepare some breakfast. It may be simpler. Don't dislike it. Let's have some together."
Zhou Chi said softly: "...It's okay, I haven't had breakfast yet."
Shi Quan and the waiter came in with breakfast. After setting it up, he bowed down and left.
Indeed, as Lu Zhicheng said, the breakfast here is very simple, with three side dishes, a casserole of porridge, and a plate of spring rolls.
Lu Zhicheng made the porridge with his own hands and brought it to Zhou Chi, while saying: "Have a try, I smell it and it tastes pretty good."
Zhou Chi looked at the shrimp and mushroom porridge in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched again: "...it's not bad."
"I really like to drink the porridge from southern Xinjiang. I haven't tasted it this time, so I really want to." Lu Zhicheng was really hungry. He finished a bowl of porridge in three times, while filling up the second bowl. He sighed with Zhou Chi, "No matter how good the chef in the capital is, he can't make it taste like this."
Zhou Chi drank the porridge slowly, and couldn't help complaining. It couldn't taste better. The rice tasted like old rice when he drank it. There were so few shrimps and the mushrooms didn't rise well. He was really unlucky. Instead of drinking the good porridge cooked by Zhou Ran, he came to the shabby place early in the morning to drink the porridge made by Lao Shizi.
"Why did you go back to southern Xinjiang again?" Zhou Chi finally asked, "I thought you would never come back after you returned to the capital."
"Of course I want to come back. Why should I stay in the capital?" Lu Zhicheng looked disapproving. He took a chopstick of winter bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth, while frowning and looking at Zhou Chi, "What? Could it be that Zhou Chi, you Do you think I’m the kind of person who would leave without saying goodbye?”
Zhou Chi didn't say anything, but he did have that thought in his heart. He glanced at Lu Zhicheng and said softly: "No, I thought... I thought Long Live Lord would never let you come to Southern Xinjiang again."
"Brother Huang really doesn't want me to come to Southern Xinjiang again, but since I came to Southern Xinjiang, I have no intention of returning to the capital, and Brother Huang..." Lu Zhicheng stirred the spoon in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Brother Huang … He can’t keep me either.”
Zhou Chi was startled: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"On the day I returned to Beijing, Princess Linglong rebelled." Lu Zhicheng took a deep breath and exhaled it gently. He looked up at Zhou Chi and said slowly, "The next day is the enthronement ceremony, but the emperor brother... He almost died in Prince Huai's Mansion."
Zhou Chi slapped his chopsticks on the table with a "snap". He was obviously shocked. He frowned and said, "How could such a big thing happen? I've never heard of it?"
"It concerns the royal family's face, and the emperor wants to protect me, so naturally this matter cannot be spread," Lu Zhicheng said in a deep voice, paused, and then smiled lightly, "It's just that there is no one in this world who is not good at all. The wall is ventilated, and this matter happened outside the palace. Naturally, it cannot be hidden from some people with sharp eyes and ears. I am afraid that even the dragon robe found in Princess Linglong's mansion matches my body size. Naturally, some people know There is no way the courtiers can accommodate me, and the imperial study room may be filled with memorials for my execution. Fortunately, the emperor has made up his mind to save me, but naturally I can’t stay in the capital any longer.”