"four, five, six… "
"Respect..." Shen Junxin's hand holding the wine glass began to shake. It was obvious that the man was just counting the meat in a flat manner. Why did he feel a chill coming from the bottom of his heart
"Seven, eight, nine!"
He Lianzheng grabbed a jug of wine and jumped onto the windowsill.
Feng Zhiwei dragged Ning Yi back three steps, and quickly took away the cup of tea in front of him for His Highness.
Liu Shenyi and Shen Junxin opened their mouths, not understanding why everyone left the table in the blink of an eye.
"Snapped!"
A plate of carefully crafted Dongpo meat was placed face down on the table.
A hole the size of a saucer suddenly appeared on the table, and nine pieces of innocent meat fell on the toes of the boots of the two masters.
"Eight yuan." Young Master Gu said slowly.
"..."
Shen Junxin and Liu Shenyi were so tormented that they didn't know how to react, they wanted to get angry, they looked at the hard table with a hole in it, thinking that their heads must not be able to withstand such a buckle, so they had to swallow their saliva , Comforting myself, people from the Imperial Capital must always be a little bit different.
"Eight yuan." Young Master Gu repeated it patiently.
He likes to eat Dongpo pork very much, but nine yuan is unforgivable.
Eight... eight what
Shen Junxin's brain is still easy to use, his eyes slipped to the ground, he suddenly realized, and asked tentatively: "Is there too much meat?"
Young Master Gu looked at him with a look like you are an idiot, why didn't you understand until now that Feng Zhiwei understood everything after saying it once.
Feng Zhiwei received Master Gu's eyes and smiled proudly, thinking to you two idiots, what's the point of breaking a plate? Back then, the braised pork at Qingming Academy was so much that I ate it every day for a month. Gaining weight by eight catties is extremely miserable. Young Master Gu's temper has really gotten better and better recently.
The unforgivable nine pieces of meat were quickly withdrawn, and Shen Junxin learned a lesson. Next, there are eight pigeon eggs, eight steamed crabs, and eight steamed taro. Even the bastard in Farewell My Concubine, in order to achieve the perfect effect of eight In a daze, he chopped off four legs from the other bastard and connected them to the heavy-duty bastard on the table, and fulfilled Gu Shaoye's high requirements for the eight-legged bastard with the magical eight-legged bastard.
Young Master Gu didn't even glance at him, he just buried his head in eating his meat.
Feng Zhiwei looked sadly at the eight-legged bastard that was the only one in the world—this chef's mind is really good, but unfortunately she forgot to say just now that Young Master Gu's request for eight yuan is only limited to meat.
Shen Junxin, who was still in shock, did not dare to mention the toast anymore. He greeted the dinner honestly, and then mentioned the matter of impeachment against the prefect Peng. Ben, will change the name to make it more logical.
"I am a seventh-rank supervisory censor, how can I punish a fifth-rank magistrate..." Feng Zhiwei yawned long.
The sleeve moved suddenly, and a thick stack of things was stuffed in. Shen Junxin, who was very close, smiled flatteringly: "Supervising the censor and supervising all the officials, you deserve it, you deserve it."
Feng Zhiwei put her hands in her sleeves, squeezed the stack of bank notes, and smiled more and more gently, "Really? It's easy to say, easy to say."
"Yes Yes… "
Feng Zhiwei took out the banknote, clattered and patted Shen Junxin's face, and sincerely praised: "Master Shen is smart and flexible, and the future is sure to have a bright future!"
Shen Junxin's face turned purple when he was photographed, and he smiled awkwardly: "You praise, praise..."
"If you want me to tell you, there is no need to rush this matter." Feng Zhi smiled and leaned into Shen Junxin's ear, and said, "Lao Peng is still very official here, why are you two so vicious and ugly? How to deal with the civil uprising? Take your time, take your time... "
"Your Excellency said so." Shen Junxin said with a bitter face, "It's just that Shangfeng has some things to do immediately..."
"Don't tell me about this." Feng Zhiwei waved his hands casually, "Your Longxi Mansion's internal affairs may not be suitable for our Beijing officials to handle, don't dare to listen, don't dare to listen."
Shen Junxin felt a little uneasy when he said this, and thought for a while and said: "It's nothing, my brother summoned my brother the day before yesterday, saying that some arrest documents were transferred from the procurator for the punishment, and two of the Jiangyang thieves have recently fled into our house. I want my brother to look for it after taking over, and if you get it, you must report it immediately."
He came closer and whispered in Feng Zhiwei's ear: "Brother said, these two Jiangyang thieves have done some earth-shattering things in Beijing, involving that... the secrets of the palace, so it must not be publicized, it should only be kept in private." arrest."
Is it really a thief in the ocean, and it also involves the secrets of the palace? what secret? His Highness the King of Chu can't drink alcohol? Feng Zhi glanced at Ning Yi with a slight smile, thinking that this man really knew Shen Xuru well enough, while turning the cup with a smile, he said, "Well, ah, catch the robbers, when it comes to this, brother can do his best " She said to Young Master Gu, "This is a fourth-rank adult with a knife and walking clothes. His Majesty has appointed him to protect the prince and observe the people's sentiments in various places in Tiansheng. He is a master of martial arts... You have seen it, not to mention the dish, his head can be shattered, he has practiced head slapping skills since he was a child, and he has to slap eight shells every day. There is no shell that he can't slap …”
Shen Junxin and Liu Shenyi shuddered when they heard Ji Lingling, and they both felt that there was a cracking sound like a plate just now from the shell of their heads...
He Lianzheng looked at the unmoved young master Gu with sympathy, thinking what kind of strong concentration is needed to resist this woman's nonsense, this Mr. Gu is really a person who can't be compared with his appearance, can't be measured, and endurance is necessary Look up.
Ning Yi was still drinking tea slowly, but he spit all the tea back with a puff. He looked at his tea cup helplessly, pushed it aside, thought for a while, and took Feng Zhiwei's teacup - anyway, she was busy. It's a lie, you can't finish it.
"Crack." Young Master Gu calmly shattered today's eighth shell - the walnut's.
Although trembling with fear from Feng Zhiwei's bloody tone, Shen Junxin's eyes lit up. He saw Gu Nanyi's waist card of walking with a sword in front of the imperial court with his own eyes, and it was absolutely true. Walking is a false job. Few people get it. Most of them are given to Wang Jue's confidants and expert guards. In the early years, it was only given to a master who was next to the heroic King Changning. Now this Lord Yi is ordered to protect the important Hu Zhuo Shizi, it is obvious that he is definitely a master of the world.