[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

Chrysanthemum tea is easy to make, and after a while, Zijin made the tea and brought it over.

While pouring chrysanthemum tea into the porcelain cup, he said to Yan An: "The only flower my subordinate likes is chrysanthemums. I wonder what kind of flowers my son likes?"

"Do you like chrysanthemums?" Yan An looked at Zijin delicately, but found that the expression on his face was serious and frank, and there was no sign of obscenity.

Zijin didn't understand why Yan'an was so surprised, but he nodded seriously and said, "Chrysanthemum is different from other flowers. It can still bloom in large patches in autumn. The elegant temperament is appreciated by people, and it can also be used as medicine."

Yan An picked up the cup and took a sip of hot tea, trying to cover up his gaffe just now, blaming the abundance of modern Internet words and the profound Chinese culture, so forgive him for being dirty.

After going out like this, Yan An's suppressed mood also improved a lot.

He stroked his thoughts, but his mind was not so flustered.

Now only the soldiers come to block, and the water comes to cover it.

He ordered Zijin to grind ink, and prepared to write a secret letter to the poison king.

This time I went to Hudi, I don't know if Chi Xianhuai can fight against the enemy together with him.If he had already conspired with the prince for an affair, he must have something that could hold Chi Xianhuai's life.

As the pen fell, Yan An stood by the window and whistled. In a short while, a pure white carrier pigeon flew towards him and landed on the window lattice.

Yan An leaned over and tied the letter to the pigeon's leg, scratched its chin, held it and threw it into the sky, letting it take the letter to find the poison king.

Next, he took people to pick out a few stewards who were good at accounting and knew the key points of the frontier, and secretly saved a batch of food and grass needed for emergencies.

At the same time, he sent someone to secretly buy a ruffian follower in the prince's courtyard who was in debt for gambling and asked him to report the prince's movements to him at any time.

After finishing all these, it was already noon, the servant girl bowed in and prepared the meals, and sat down at the banquet, looking at a table full of delicacies comparable to the full banquet of Manchurians, she couldn't help being a little stunned.

Seeing his blank expression, the servant girl couldn't help explaining: "My lord said that it's hard for you to eat these soups when you go to that barbaric place this time. You should eat more these days. It's better if you get tired of eating them. When you get there, you can eat them." Don't be hungry anymore."

Yan Anle is over, this old prince really thinks a lot!He is a little envious of Yan An in his writing, maybe this is fatherly love!

"Understood, you go back first."

Yan An picked up the chopsticks, and had just tasted his favorite Dongpo pork, when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

He thought it was some impatient maid who came in, and just as he was about to ask questions, he heard a coquettish voice reaching his ears.

"Brother Changliu, I haven't seen you for so long, and I don't see you missing me!"

Yan An raised her eyes to look at him, and replied coldly that she didn't want to.

Su Xu, who came uninvited, sat casually across from Yan An as if he had entered his own home. He pretended to be sad and said, "It's a pity that I still worry about you. I can't sleep or eat. You are so ruthless!"

Yan An was amused by him, and he glanced at Shisan, who was standing aside holding the box.

Thirteen was still expressionless, but unfortunately, the corners of his mouth were still tightly pursed, revealing his dissatisfaction.

"Okay, let's eat together when you come." Yan'an told Zijin, "Zijin, go and get another pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Su Xu originally wanted to say no, but seeing the rare delicacies on the table, he couldn't help but shut his mouth.

Waiting for Zijin to bring the tableware, he picked it up and began to eat carelessly.

For a moment, there was only the soft sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding in the room, and Su Xu's voice full of praise for the food.

"This is the best!"

"Well, it smells so good!"

"It's so delicious, the chef of your palace is really a chef."

"Is there a new cook in your house?"

Seeing how delicious his food was, Yan An's appetite also increased greatly. After the two of them filled their stomachs with bulging waists, the servant girl brought tea.

Su Xu took a sip of tea and said, "I heard that you are going to the battlefield, and I can't help you. I can only give you the treasures I have treasured for many years."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Thirteen, and Thirteen comprehended and presented the gift box in his hand to Yan An, "Your Majesty, please accept it."

Yan An took it and opened it, a little surprised.

Inside the box is a piece of golden silk armor as thin as a cicada's wings, which is a valuable and rare item that is hard to find in the world!

He refused: "This thing is so valuable, you should take it back."

Hearing this, Su Xu glared and said angrily, "Are you looking down on brothers? How valuable is a mere piece of gold armor? The friendship between you and me is more precious than anything in this world!"

"You are going to fight this time, and this golden silk armor can just help you. Brother, I can't help you in the war. I can only hope that you will win the battle and come back triumphantly!"

Yan An's kindness was hard to bear, so he accepted the great gift, patted Su Xu on the shoulder and nodded, his gratitude to him was beyond words.

Then the two chatted for a while, during which Su Xu, like a nagging old man, told him about Sun Tzu's art of war and the eighteen secrets of life preservation.

Yan An was very moved, and after sending Su Xu away, he ordered Zijin to put away the golden cicada silk armor.

As night fell, the carrier pigeon sent a letter, and Fu Qu, the poison king, replied: "Liuxianglou Room A, if you are in a hurry, come tonight, if not, I can go to the mansion tomorrow."

Room A of Liuxiang Building?

If he remembers correctly, Room A is the bedroom of Mr. Linchuan, so what is their relationship?

Puzzled in his heart, Yan An didn't think too much about it. After all, his most urgent task now is to practice his kung fu well first.

The Yan'an kungfu he wrote is not very good, but the lightness kung fu is excellent, I don't know if he can use these skills after wearing it.

Thinking of the time when Chi Xianhuai and Zijin fought, his hearing was still good, and he hadn't completely lost these skills.

But Zijin still needs to teach him a set of martial arts that can resist and fight. He will go to the battlefield soon, and he has to make good use of the remaining time.

With that in mind, he started to act.

Yan An went to the courtyard, he tried hard to recall the plot of performing light kung fu in the novel, and jumped to the roof staggeringly.

A look of inquiry flashed in Zijin's eyes, and soon he dismissed the whimsical idea, and asked Yan An if he needed his assistance.

Yan An really couldn't ask for it, so there was no need for him to ask.Dang even asked Zijin for advice.

At the end of the day, he became more proficient in his lightness kung fu, and his movements were smooth and smooth, no longer stumbling like the first time.

As night fell, Yan An went back to his room to eat and wash, and then he was ready to rest. Lying on the bed, his whole body was sore, but he felt a sense of refreshment all over his body.