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Yan Yin, why are there only a few Chengpans on the table, and all of them are the same...

Chicken rack!

"That's how you Zhou people treat Yan Yin!?"

Some cronies of King Lanling asked loudly. They seemed to believe that Yang Jian was humiliating others, and said angrily: "People in Zhou don't understand etiquette! They don't even understand the rules, so they even humiliated us with a cockroach. No sincerity at all!"

King Lanling stared down at the chicken racks on the table, the faint aroma of grilled chicken racks spread under the gate of Tongguan, permeating little by little, even though it was just chicken racks, the aroma was really no less than any delicacies from mountains and seas.

Yang Jian chuckled, facing Qi Jun's questioning, Yang Jian calmly said: "What's wrong with the chicken, why do you look down on the chicken?"

When he said this, Qi Jun was stunned by his question, and Yang Jian even asked them what happened to the chicken rack. Anyone can see that the chicken rack doesn't even have meat, so it's hard to be elegant. Tang, it is definitely a humiliating thing!

Yang Jian smiled lightly and said, "The great king of the people of Qi also looks down on this cockiness?"

Gao Changgong, the king of Lanling, knew Yang Jian's character well, and he didn't know how many stumbles he had, so this time, Gao Changgong made up his mind not to speak.

Faced with King Lanling's indifference, Yang Jian was not cold at all, and still talked to himself: "Isn't the current king just a scumbag?"

Qi Jun's cronies immediately shouted angrily: "Yi'er!! You really humiliated others!"

Yu Wenhui listened to their swearing, stood up from his seat, and drew out his sword with a sneer, and Qi Jun's cronies immediately pulled out their swords, and Yuchi Youqi on the tower saw this scene, his hands clenched He clenched his fists, his palms covered with cold sweat, as if he was waiting for Yang Jian's permission, and then began to give orders.

"Smash, smash..."

"Smash, smash..."

"Smash, smash, smash..."

For a while, there was silence under the gate of Tongguan, only the sound of the breeze blowing, and the sound of the little bun gnawing on the jujube cake.

Holding the little bun, Yang Jian sat on the mat calmly, leaned on the three-legged table leisurely and lazily, and waved his hands slowly, signaling Yu Wenhui and Yu Chi Youqi to step back.

King Lanling also raised his hand to prevent his cronies from coming forward, and the two sides returned their swords, but the atmosphere was still tense.

Yang Jian brushed off the puff pastry flakes from the little bun's face, and said leisurely: "For you people of Qi, isn't the king just like this cock? It's a pity to lose some meat, it's just a victim of internal fighting..."

King Lanling clenched his hands into fists, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

Yang Jian also said later: "Even so, through Jian's hands, even a chicken rack can become a delicacy in the world."

As he spoke, he stretched out his wide sleeves and made a gesture of invitation to King Lanling, with a refined demeanor, a handsome appearance, a calm demeanor, but he said in a very firm tone: "Fourth, don't you want to try it? "