Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

After nightfall, Lu Ci went back to the mansion first, while Di Qing went to the banquet in a daze.

Not many people came to the cleansing banquet, Di Qing was seldom talkative, this time he was even more reticent, with a serious expression all the time.

Zhong Shiheng saw that although he was young, he was serious, and his answers were impeccable, so he couldn't help but be more cautious.

Zhong Shiheng fought for this position, of course he also had a lot of ambitions.

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second—although he admires Di Qing's ability in the system, but it does not mean that he will seriously think that he is inferior to others, and he is quite arrogant.

He was well aware of how tricky this so-called forbidden army was all the way, but apart from some adjustments to ensure the marching speed, he never intervened extraneously, and what he kept was to test Di Qing's ability in training soldiers.

Although he had heard a little about Di Qing's brilliant means of transforming the 'notorious' Wansheng camp back then, he had never seen it with his own eyes, so he only believed it.

When Di Qing moved into the barracks, he was nothing more than a white body. Before he showed his talents in the Tubo siege, he only relied on the face of Lu Ci, who was the Zhizhou at that time.

With Lu Ci, a capable person who is willing to take good care of him and has the ability to do everything in his power to escort him, it is not known how much water is in his reputation.

Of course, Zhong Shiheng knew the importance of the Northwest Front, so he didn't intend to make trouble.

If Di Qing really has that ability, then he will be willing to be his deputy and be driven by him; if it is just a false name, but in fact he is an idiot who has no way to deal with the situation, he will unceremoniously lift the other party up and seize power.

Di Qing was able to deal with the polite Zhong Shiheng with ease, but all his fascination had already flown to his sweetheart's invitation to study recipes.

Whenever Zhong Shiheng asked questions, although he answered politely and distractedly, he replied concisely, making Zhong Shiheng who wanted to test him unpredictable and unable to find any flaws.

After a banquet, it seemed that both parties had a good time, but Zhong Shiheng silently made an initial evaluation of "impeccable, mature and stable" for this same year in his heart.

What he didn't know was that, in his eyes, Di Tongpan, who was considered "mature and steady", couldn't wait to get on his horse as soon as he was out of everyone's sight.

At this moment, Lu Ci had burned incense and bathed, his damp black hair was loosely draped on both sides of the snow-white pajamas, the wide open neckline revealed two delicate collarbones and a large expanse of white skin, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were smiling picturesquely. Slightly curved, the white teeth are looming behind the red lips, full of the hazy temptation to let others do what they want.

Lu Ci lazily turned over, put the half-read book aside without hesitation, and lay on another side, with one hand supporting the back of the neck, one long leg stretched flat, and the other stretched out. Slightly bent, resting on his knees, in an instant, he changed from a banished fairy stained with a little red dust to a very romantic and lazy: "Why, you're back so soon?"

Di Qing's throat was tight and his eyes were fixed on the handsome lover on the couch. He couldn't speak for a long time, but nodded vaguely.

Lu Ci chuckled lightly, and said sternly, "This recipe is quite difficult, I can't read it alone, and I still need to work hard."

Di Qing readily agreed, quickly took off his obstructive outer robe, and rolled over on the couch conveniently.

It has to be said that this recipe called "Huanxi Soup" not only requires Lu Sanyuan to make up a seemingly reasonable mess after hard thinking and meditation, but also is extremely harsh on the selection of ingredients.

If it were someone else, even if they were lucky enough to get this wonderful recipe, they would not be able to do it no matter what.

Not only does it have to specify the unique Dixie raccoon slave as the main ingredient, but also the old altar of sour vinegar, and the embellishment of acacia red beans is indispensable.

No matter what, it is too greasy if there is more, and too bland if there is less.

But what requires the most attention is the word 'pound'.

Although the pear blossoms are older, the petals are white and delicate, clean and elegant, with a rich aroma and juicy juice. Just rub it gently with your fingers, and it will become soft and velvety.

In contrast, the begonias in their prime have completely shed the pubescent hairs that were characteristic of their youth. The purple-brown base is wide wedge-shaped, the front end is blunt, the strong stamens have finely serrated edges, the petioles are thick, and the breath is also strong. Overbearing and strong.

To make the two blend together and become a delicious lovesickness soup that lovers will never get tired of, it is necessary to use all the effort in the "pounding" method-four points of strength, three points of subtlety, and three points of swiftness.

And in this extremely complicated cooking process, even though the recipe has been memorized by the two of them, there is a tacit understanding between the gestures of the hands and feet, and there is no need to light the lamp during the period, but it is inevitable that the fire will come and go. It caused one party to work too hard and sweat profusely, while the other party was brought so exhausted that it was difficult to move.

What's more, since he hadn't cooked for a long time, Di Qing couldn't restrain his eagerness, and at first he couldn't control the delicate heat at all.

As a result, there was too much firewood on his side, and the two of them had to take a break halfway, and they specially asked someone to bring some water.

Add some points to the thick soup that is about to cook, and also make the milky pear paste that has been boiled into milky white be thoroughly flavored, and the sweet and soft aroma can be stirred up, so that it can continue to support the slow fire after acceptance.

It was already dawn when the two novice cooks jointly brewed this delightful soup with all the flavors and colors.

Lu Ci, who was in charge of taking care of this tortured crabapple, was so tired that his waist was sore and his legs were weak. Even though he knew that the sky was bright, he still wanted to lie down and rest.

But Di Qing, who was constantly pounding pear flower paste, even though it took more effort to control the subtle strength, but because he was a martial artist, he still seemed much more relaxed and happy.

It was also a busy night, and when it was time to get up and go to the official office, his face was still full of radiance, and he could not see that he hadn't closed his eyes all night.

The corners of his lips grinned uncontrollably, with a smirk. After getting dressed and washing, he did not forget to tiptoe open a little soup that was still simmering on the stove and was still sizzling with a faint fragrance before going out. Porcelain cover, peeking inside, wanted to carefully put it down again, but couldn't hold back the greed, and secretly tasted a little of the delicious and endless aftertaste.

"Didn't you drink enough last night?"

Feeling the warm breath gently covering his lips, Lu Ci was too sleepy to open his eyes, let alone annoy him for stealing food, so he just snorted softly and said this in a rough voice.

Di Qing answered honestly, and after receiving the warning, he quickly put the quilt back on and went to the government office refreshed.

Fan Zhongyan, who got the news a few steps later that night, hurriedly finished his business in the nearby county town, and rushed back to Zhoucheng that afternoon. When he went straight to Lu's house, what he saw was sitting lazily on the back of a chair, holding a book of idle literature, A friend who read with gusto.

"Xiwen is here."

Lu Ci didn't need to raise his eyes in a hurry, he could tell the identity of the person from the sound of footsteps.

He glanced at the plot on the last page unhurriedly, and finally finished reading the script that had to be interrupted last night to cook the difficult happy soup, smiled and patted the empty chair beside him, kissing Greeting: "Come and sit next to me."

Fan Zhongyan didn't suspect at all that Lu Ci didn't get up to greet him, but instead invited him to come directly. After sitting down politely, he meticulously reported on his recent business affairs.

At first, Lu Ci thought he was reunited with his friend so soon, and was surprised to find topics, but after listening for a while, he could only cry and laugh, so he interrupted him: "Could it be that Xiwen forgot, I I have not been the magistrate of Qinzhou for a long time, so there is no need for me to know about these matters?"

Fan Zhongyan was obviously taken aback.

... Perhaps the picture of Lu Ci in Lu's house in Qinzhou was so natural that he unconsciously took out the habit he had developed over the years, and instinctively reported the progress of his work to Zhizhou.

Knowing his thin skin, Lu Ci rarely kindly teased him, instead, he smiled brightly, and slowly pushed the finished script in front of him, and sincerely suggested: "Of course, folk scripts are based on unrestrained and unconstrained strokes of ink. Lord, but the role prototypes often degenerate into the characters themselves who are not easy to speak lightly. When the younger brother is busy preparing for the mission trip, Xiwen might as well read it."

As expected, Fan Zhongyan's attention was diverted in an instant—he took the story book seriously, and read the title of the book with difficulty, frowning with a little Tubo dialect that he occasionally picked up during the past few years.

If he understood correctly, the name of this colloquial script should be "Sunken Boat".

After a brief chat with Lu Ci, Fan Zhongyan was thinking about the next errand he would accompany his friend to Tibet. In order to avoid delaying the other party due to the language barrier, he really wanted to improve his Tibetan language as soon as possible.

He knew that Lu Ci's tone sounded like a joke, but he never really did anything useless, so he obediently took the book back to his room.

That night, while looking up the simple Tibetan dictionary compiled by Lu Ci Xunren, he stumbled and started reading.

While reading, he went from being difficult and slow at the beginning, to being shocked and puzzled later, and then fell into deep thought.

The Book of Shen Zhou Ji is not long, it is taken from the word "destroy the boat and sink the boat", and it tells the story of a large family who doted on their concubines and killed their wives, and then suffered retribution.

The two sons from the ex-wife who were expelled endured hardships, endured humiliation and made a living under the difficulties of their stepmother, and finally accumulated strength. Once they set up their own businesses, their business flourished, and they turned around and killed their half-brothers, taking back the family business...

The whole story, if you read it as a simple storybook, can be called ups and downs, wonderful, and you can't help but finish it in one breath.

But even without Lu Ci's blunt hints, it is impossible for Fan Zhongyan to fail to appreciate the familiarity of the background of this story, as well as the somewhat sinister temptation hidden in it.

These words instinctively flowed to Qinzhou. Although the business road was reopened, well maintained, and merchants frequently passed by to some extent, it also meant that it was more famous in Zong Ke.

For the unintentional, it is just an idle book enough to pass the time, but for the caring, it is a full-fledged means of killing one's heart.

As for the two Chizan, Xia Zhan and Mo Zanjiao, even if they are full of resentment for their father's mistreatment of their mother, they will not be so foolishly provocative when they still need to depend on each other. .

As a result, the mastermind behind the popularity of the story, except for Zhe Siluo, does not think about anything else.

Lu Ci took out a Newspaper, flipped through a few pages at random, but didn't catch his eye, but involuntarily thought of "The Story of the Shipwreck".

——It seems that the words of that day still played a role.

Lu Ci smiled playfully.