The charcoal fire in the copper brazier was red, and Linghu Deshuo’s fur was also red on his face. Linghu Deshuo took up an iron sign, and the quail on it had been roasted in oil. Nodded in satisfaction.
"Palm Lantern!"
As Linghu Deshuo's words sounded, the warm pavilion was immediately illuminated by eighteen butter candles.
Linghu Deshuo tore off a piece of quail meat and put it in his mouth to taste, then took a sip from the wine cup, spit out the sigh of wine with enjoyment, and then pointed to the quail he had just entered, immediately. A beautiful maidservant came over and very gently and skillfully tore the whole quail into small pieces of suitable size, and put out a beautiful platter on the silver plate.
There are not many bones in the quail, and a lot of bones seem to be connected to the bones. Therefore, when all the pieces of meat receded, a complete skeleton was carefully swept in by the beautiful maidservant. In the small barrel next to the case, the action is the same as if you were afraid to disturb Linghu Deshuo who was tasting the wine.
After the maidservant had done all this, she waited carefully behind Linghu Deshuo, waiting patiently for him to enjoy the quail roasted by herself.
A quail, a pot of wine, although he eats and drinks slowly, there is always time to finish it.
After Linghu Deshuo finished the last piece of meat and the last sip of wine satisfactorily, the servant girl who had been waiting behind him cautiously approached and said, "Master, Sha Suoyang is still kneeling outside! You want to Don't ask him what's the matter?"
Linghu Deshuo smiled and glanced at the maidservant, then wiped his greasy hand on the chest she had approached, and smiled: "What else can be done, shameful! But you are pickled quail today. The method is very good. Write it down and I will try it myself tomorrow."
The maidservant nodded: "The maid can see the maid's prescription, that is the blessing of the maid. It's just Sha Suoyang who..."
"Heart hurts your brother?"
"Slaves dare not."
"Heartache is heartache, it has nothing to do with daring or not. On the contrary, what you say makes people feel that the old man is hard-hearted."
Then Linghu Deshuo looked at Sha Suoyang outside, who was a magnificent master-level master! This is the realm that many people in the martial arts want to achieve throughout their lives, but the master Sha Suoyang in front of him is correct, and even if he is placed in a group of masters, he is also one of the top few people.
But now, he was like a humble slave, and his life and death were all in the hands of the old man in the pavilion who had no martial arts.
This is the power of power. Although Linghu Deshuo has no power to bind chickens, he only knows roast quail all day long, but he can make a master like Sha Suoyang bend his head to his ears.
Because he was the most powerful person in the Great Zhou Empire besides the emperor, if he wanted Sa Suoyang to die, he could make others head to the ground with just one gesture.
But he didn’t. After taking a look at Sha Suoyang, he said, “I’m a man! I’m too kind to look at people suffering. When will you come here to plead guilty? It’s not a good idea to pick one quickly. When the rain comes, there is no chance for the old man to want to see you kneel for a while. Don't get up! When it rains, some people say that the old man's heart is like a stone."
"Xie Xiangye!"
"Come in and roast yourself! By the way, tell the old man what is going on."
Sha Suoyang told Linghu Deshuo about the things in the Jinyu Building today, and then Linghu Deshuo nodded and said, "I have to say that you have really good luck today."
Sha Suoyang looked blank, not knowing what Linghu Deshuo's words meant. Today, he lost more than one million taels of silver, and he really couldn't see where his luck was.
Linghu Deshuo said: "The old man said that you are lucky because your piercing finger didn't hit the boy Wu Zheng, otherwise... it would not be as simple as kneeling and pleading."
"My grandfather meant that your majesty would be embarrassed by this matter?"
Linghu Deshuo gave Sha Suoyang a sideways look: "Difficult for you? The old man felt that he might not have this opportunity."
Sha Suoyang couldn't help being shocked, but a layer of fine sweat suddenly appeared on his head in the winter.
The emperor had no chance to embarrass himself, wouldn't it mean that he would die in the hands of the grandfather beforehand
Sha Suoyang was silent, because he dared not ask why. A grand master himself, in the heart of the master, he is actually not as good as a nasty kid. (End of this chapter)