After leaving the shop, Xia Chu handed him the brocade box, and Su Qian'an took it. When Xia Chu saw that he was dull, he said directly to him: "It's for you."
"Give me?"
"You choose the color, you use the tassels. Otherwise?"
"Thank you, Master." Su Qian'an squeezed the box tightly.
"It's up to you to see the shop yourself. Whether you want to switch to selling knives or continue to sell knives is up to you. The clerks are all ready. From now on, you just need to be a hands-off shopkeeper and take care of the people on the second floor."
"Then don't change it. Anyway, I will still follow the young master when he comes back."
"A powerful warrior can swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger." Xia Chu stopped, looked at Su Qian'an and asked, "Qian'an, don't you want to join the army and make contributions in the future?"
"No, I just want to follow the young master." Su Qian'an emphasized again.
Xia Chu held his forehead and thought about how Su Qian'an became a famous general in his previous life...
Forget it, let’s talk about it later. He pointed to the lively crowd in front of him: “Let’s go watch the sideshow.”
When he actually walked over, Xia Chu couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.
There were people from three floors outside and three floors here, and they were all surrounded. He looked at Su Qian'an's height. Where he stood, he was a head taller than everyone else. Looking at my height again, I am a head shorter than everyone else at this station.
"How about, Master, let me carry you?"
Xia Chu snorted, turned around and left with an arrogant look on his face. Su Qian'an quickly followed. He lost interest in playing and saw that the sun was setting, so he took Su Qian'an directly to the Drinking Restaurant.
This Yuweizhai is a century-old restaurant, and it was called Delicious Restaurant more than ten years ago.
It is said that the current emperor, before he ascended the throne and was a prince, loved to come here to eat.
Once, I drank too much with Xu Wanjun, the current Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue. When I mentioned the name of the store, I felt that it was not elegant enough, so I asked for a pen and ink and murmured: "I can't finish the drink, and the half-drinking taste is especially long."
Then he wrote the three characters "Yinweizhai". The store owner felt like he had found a treasure, so he made a plaque and hung it in front of the store.
After the emperor ascended the throne, this restaurant became a place for dignitaries to entertain and dine on a daily basis.
Xiao Yanjun in his previous life often brought him here to make friends with the ministers of the court. These allusions were also told to him by Xiao Yanjun. Thinking of Xiao Yanjun made Xia Chu's jade-like complexion suddenly turn black.
After entering the door, the waiter came up to me with a smile on his face: "Two guests, do you have a reservation?"
"Xiahou Mansion."
"It turns out he is a nobleman from Xiahou Mansion. He has left it for you in Spring Breeze. Please come this way."
After entering the private room and sitting down, the waiter stood aside and asked respectfully: "What would you like to eat, sir? We have braised beef shank, Wu Yue soup, braised turtle, cannon lamb, and vinegar-cooked goose..."
Xia Chu raised his hand and interrupted him: "West Lake Fish in Vinegar, Dongpo Pork, Longjing Shrimp, Butterfly Piaohai, Rock Sugar Xianglian, Sai Crab Soup. Another bowl of Blue Bridge Feng Yue."
The waiter looked surprised: "Do noble people come here often?"
Xia Chu didn't answer his words and directly ordered: "Go down and bring up a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes." The waiter lowered his head and excused himself upon hearing this, still muttering in his heart, "No way, he would never forget such a noble young master if he had ever seen him."
Su Qian'an stood aside and looked at Xia Chu who was in deep thought. He had not looked at Xia Chu carefully yet.
At this time, he was holding his chin with his left hand, and his eyebrows were growing into his temples. A pair of smart almond-shaped eyes, thick and slightly curled eyelashes. The fair skin and the slightly parted red lips under the straight bridge of the nose are actually very attractive.
Xia Chu's right hand knocked on the table, and his index finger tapped the table. As if sensing the gaze, he raised his head and looked at Su Qian'an.
Su Qian'an was embarrassed and quickly turned away. I thought to myself, if the young master grows up in another two years, this face will be better.
There was a knock on the door, and the waiter brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Su Qian'an laid out the rice paper for him and handed him the pen.
Xia Chu held the pen, thought for a moment, and then wrote: Xuanzhe Weiren, civil and military Weiwei. The signature is drawn.
After the pen and ink were dry, Xia Chu folded the letter and handed it to Su Qian'an: "Sneakly go to the kitchen of the Prime Minister's Mansion and find a slave named Li Qiang. Give him this letter and bring him over after he reads it. .”
Su Qian'an accepted the letter, carefully held it in her arms, responded and turned around to leave.
Xia Chu sighed, got up and walked to the window.
The sky outside the window has darkened, and darkness has enveloped me.
He breathed a little heavily and pinched his eyebrows. He thought about the old friend he was about to meet. He was one of his few friends in his previous life.
Of course, he is also Xiao Yanjun's person.
Moreover, he is Xiao Yanjun's most effective adviser.
This person has a persevering nature, is good at dancing, has both sides, and is exquisite in all directions. He is also good at collecting intelligence, laying an indispensable cornerstone for many of Xiao Yanjun's decisions.
Xia Chu and he had similar temperaments and had a good personal relationship. The secrets of the world and the hidden affairs of the palace were all treated as a source of drunken conversation with Xia Chu.
I remember one time, Xiao Yanjun went to the Prime Minister's Mansion for a banquet. He was in a bad mood and took Xia Chu to drink on the roof.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Xia Chu found a way to chat with him: "Why is such a handsome young man with a delicate heart willing to hide in the darkness and work for Xiao Yanjun?"
He was drinking a pot of Blue Bridge Feng Yue at that time, maybe he was easily drunk due to boredom. There was no longer the smile in his eyes day after day, and there was a layer of resentment in his eyes. After a moment, he said with a self-deprecating smile: "So what if I hide in the darkness? Back then, I disguised myself as a slave and used the pseudonym Li Qiang, fetching water and chopping firewood in the kitchen of the Prime Minister's Mansion, hoping every day to poison Du Hanfei... "
That night, Xia Chu knew his identity, his hatred, and his enemy...
"Master." Su Qian'an's voice sounded outside the door.
"Come in." Xia Chu recovered from his memories. Turning around, I saw Su Qian'an opening the door and leading a boy in a gray shirt.
"Let the waiter serve the food."
Su Qian'an should retreat.
The boy stared at Xia Chu, and Xia Chu also looked at him.
The appearance after the disguise is really ordinary, the kind that you can't find in the crowd. Xia Chu couldn't help but smile, he really didn't match up with the humble gentleman he remembered so much.
There was another knock on the door, and Xia Chu hummed.
The waiter opened the door to serve the food, and after the last jar of wine was placed, he followed Su Qianan and respectfully stepped back.
Xia Chu sat down and poured two glasses of wine. One cup was pushed to him and one cup was held in his hand. He sipped the fine wine in the cup, and lightly opened his red lips: "Introduction. Your favorite Lanqiao Fengyue is made from the red yeast in your hometown."
The man who was summoned was trembling slightly. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't hide the fear in his heart.
In the cold winter season of the twelfth lunar month, he was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
He looked at the glass of wine, which was wine from his hometown. He looked at the dishes on the table, which were dishes from his hometown. Not only that, the dishes on the table were all dishes that he loved to eat in the past but had not eaten in nine years.
He was filled with unknown fear. He didn't know if he could kill the young man in front of him.
(End of chapter)