[Seventy-five] King of Xiangyang is super fierce

The inn was very big, and there were no gaps between people and people. It was the luck of the King of Xiangyang, who went downstairs in advance to occupy the top seat. He was determined to order a table of good wine and food until the restaurant closed.

After Bao Zheng and others came down, except for the guards, a group of five people sat on the Eight Immortals table with four benches, and one extra person had to sit next to others.

The King of Xiangyang overestimated his status as a prince, so Pei Xiaohu came to the table to occupy one side, while Bao Zheng was invited to the table, and also occupied the side by himself.

King Xiangyang looked around and was a little bit embarrassed whether to sit alone first, or to sit on the side with Gongsun Ce, who was the friendliest to him in the group.

However, before he could figure out why, Zhan Zhao, who hadn't taken his seat yet, had already sat down beside Gongsun Ce holding the giant que.

King Xiangyang shrugged, and just sat on the side by himself.

Bao Zheng sat firmly in his seat, like a calm patriarch, when Xiao Er came to order, he said uncompromisingly: "Just a few home-cooked dishes, everything is simple, the sooner the better."

The King of Xiangyang, who wanted to eat until the restaurant closed just now, watched helplessly as Xiao Er wrote down the request with a smile, opened his mouth, and wanted to add a few hard dishes, but suddenly Bao Zheng said, "Going out, of course it is not as good as Is the king not satisfied with the fine food and delicacies in the prince's mansion?"

Not satisfied, of course not satisfied! !

Jade food delicacy a big watermelon!Ever since I traveled here, I have been eating rotten noodles for several days! ! !

Zhao Dehan's new cook is too arrogant, he's from the south of the Yangtze River, and he won't cook any dishes with chili! !

You must know that he used to be from Sichuan and Shu, so he almost didn't want to live!

However, the King of Xiangyang dared to say that he was dissatisfied. Bao Heizi was known to be honest and frugal, so if he touched his brow at this time, he was not looking for death or something.

The King of Xiangyang burst into tears, watched Xiao Er drift away, turned his head and smiled wryly, "I'm not dissatisfied, I'm just thinking, if An Lehou's eyeliner sees it, will it arouse suspicion?"

Zhan Zhao, who had nothing to do with his own business and concentrated on wiping his chopsticks, was taken aback when he heard the words, and suddenly said: "Zhan Zhao has already visited this inn before, and there is no suspicious person."

King Xiangyang: "..."

so…….

so why don't you say it? ?

Why do you want to live in such a nice room? ! !

Why spend the money of our poor palace! !

The dishes came, five people, two cold and three hot, appetizers are cold cucumber and three shreds of vinegar, rice with fish-flavored eggplant and fried bamboo shoots, a hard dish, braised carp in brown sauce, and it's gone.

All of them are gentle in eating, but their appetites are different. Although the people who practice martial arts don't look stout, their appetites are indeed amazing, and one person can eat half of the table.

Pei Xiaohu picks and chooses, eats neither this nor that, and eats less than a chicken pecking at rice.

And because the King of Xiangyang is also a little picky, except for the few dishes he likes, the others are just symbolic touches. After a meal, comparing the people in his palace with the people in Kaifeng, King Xiangyang feels very loss.

Let's not say that this meal is obviously impossible to AA, and it is even very likely that he was asked to come out again.

But even if you ask him to pay for it, it's not bad. At least let him order something he likes to eat?

Forget it, anyway, the palace is not short of money. Although there is no such a considerable source of income from corruption, it should not be hard to take the royal salary in the future to support the palace with only a few people left.

King Xiangyang, who is very good at self-comfort, figured it out after a while, patted his chest, and decided to go out to eat after everyone fell asleep!night!night!

Just thinking about it makes me happy (*^▽^*).

So in the evening, King Xiangyang happily closed the door of his room and was about to go out for supper. He ran into Pei Xiaohu who seemed to be waiting for him for a long time.

Mr. Pei has a high ponytail, a red hair band, and the dark red Liuhua robe is draped over his arms because he thinks it is too hot, and he only wears the top-quality silk robe inside, holding a cigarette pole, he said calmly: "Where does the lord want to go? "

King Xiangyang: "...emmm take a walk..."

"What are you doing with so much silver for a walk?"

"...money never leaves me..."

"Huh? Then this subordinate will accompany you."

"Don't.... There are many mosquitoes outside and the weather is hot. Look at a handsome person like you. Can you still look after you go out?"

When talking about beauty, Pei Xiaohu seemed to have some concerns, looked at King Xiangyang again, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he was just about to say something.Xiangyang King's Belly: "Gu...~"

King Xiangyang: "...."

Pei Xiaohu: "...."

Pei Xiaohu seemed to want to laugh, squinting at King Xiangyang.

However, before he could say anything, King Xiangyang smiled kindly, put his arms around Pei Xiaohu's shoulders, and said decisively before Pei Xiaohu said something that would embarrass him: "Xiaohu, I didn't see you much for dinner today, let's go. This king invites you to eat supper!"

Pei Xiaohu guessed that the King of Xiangyang would definitely have supper, and made up his mind to come here for dinner. Seeing this, he nodded leisurely, and let the King of Xiangyang pull him out of the inn pretending to be affectionate.

As soon as the two went out, they went straight to the night market in Sanxing Town. The bright moon was hanging faintly in the sky. The night market was brightly lit, and pedestrians flocked. , the night sky echoed with the long and low sound of selling sugar.

Walking along the way, King Xiangyang's hands were full of all kinds of food. Pei Xiaohu had always been raped, so his hands were empty and unrestrained, and he only took them directly from King Xiangyang when he wanted to eat.

The weak King Xiangyang dared not speak out.

Walking to a shop selling ten-color dumplings in the east of the city, the King of Xiangyang ordered a meal with the owner, looked around, and suddenly saw a man who looked like Zhan Zhao, and couldn't help pulling Pei Xiaohu: "Do you see that guard Zhan over there?" ?”

Pei Xiaohu saw it a long time ago, and replied casually: "He has followed us since we came out of the inn, the prince only saw it now?"

King Xiangyang was inexplicable: "What are you doing with us? He's not full yet?"

"I said, my lord, do you really not understand or are you just pretending to be stupid? Are you from Kaifeng Mansion?"

The King of Xiangyang instantly understood, "So Bao Heizi and the others are still suspicious of me?"

"Don't doubt you, do you doubt me?"

Xiangyang Wang whispered: "You are also very suspicious..."

Pei Xiaohu: "Huh?"

The king of Xiangyang held the glutinous rice balls in both hands to show his innocence: "I didn't say anything."

Pei Xiaohu was made a little funny by him, and carefully looked at the King of Xiangyang for a moment, and saw that the King of Xiangyang was wearing a dark black uniform, simply dressed, with a young face, without any bright spots on his body.

However, it was such a person with an ordinary temperament in his opinion, standing quietly in the shadow under the eaves of the shop, but inexplicably reminded him of the words "pure and harmless".

He may have eaten too much, but he actually thinks that the rumored villainous and treacherous prince is a good person?

Maybe... Shiliang was saved this time.

Next to this dumpling shop is a bookstall, behind which sits an old man reading books quietly, when the two of Xiangyang Wang finished eating, a young scholar just happened to come, wearing a sky-blue straight train, and his black hair was pulled back in a neat way .

The scholar wanted to borrow a book. After choosing the book, he handed it to the old man and bowed: "Mr., please trouble me. I want to borrow this book."

The old man took a look and said slowly: "This book is not common, and it costs five taels of silver to borrow it once."

The scholar's originally gentle expression changed slightly, as if he seemed a little embarrassed: "This... I have borrowed Mr.'s book several times, why is this book so expensive?"

"This is the original book, there is no reprint."

The scholar is also a man of knowledge, so he finally found this book, he was reluctant, and he was too shy to do anything.

So he lowered his voice and said, "I'll just borrow it for a day, and return it immediately after reading it... If not, I can just finish it at your stall. Can the old man be more accommodating?"

Originally a scholar with a high moral character, this young man pleaded for the sake of reading the book and surrendered his status. It stands to reason that the ordinary stall owner would agree, but this old man was stubborn and insisted that the book was of great value, and refused to humiliate the people in it because of sympathy. content.

"Young man, the old man knows that you have difficulties, but this matter of reading and learning knowledge is not about bargaining when you want to buy vegetables in the vegetable market. Don't blame the old man for being unreasonable."

After hearing this, the young man showed a gloomy expression, smiled, and finally put down the book: "So, excuse me."

The king of Xiangyang looked at it quite regretfully. The ancient times were not as good as the modern ones. Children from poor families often went bankrupt in order to study and lived in poverty. Seeing young people so thirsty for knowledge, he couldn't bear it, and suddenly said: "My lord, stay!"

Pei Xiaohu and he were about to leave after eating, but when he saw his voice, he also stopped and looked at him.

The King of Xiangyang didn't wait for the scholar to respond, he took a step forward and said, "My lord is eager to learn, if you don't mind, I am willing to lend you the money for borrowing books."

The young man froze on the spot when he heard the words, and asked puzzledly: "Your Excellency and I have never met each other before, five taels of silver is not a small amount, why are you willing to lend it to me?"

"Because..." Xiangyang Wang Su became more and more proficient at telling nonsense, "Because the country is prosperous now, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. Today, the Holy One lacks nothing but talents."

"You and I are both members of the Great Song Dynasty. Today I helped the young master. When you become an official in the future, I will be counted as doing my best for the Great Song Dynasty."

"This..." This scholar has been working hard in his studies, but his family is poor, and now there is really no chance to take the imperial examination. Only a scholar is considered the limit.

People around him disliked his background and looked down on his hard work. Now that he meets King Xiangyang, he can be regarded as the first confidant in his life.

The scholar was moved to tears by the nonsense of the King of Xiangyang, "I am fortunate to have the help of my benefactor today, please rest assured that my benefactor will live up to my benefactor's expectations in Xiayan Chasan, and I will come back to repay today's kindness after I get the honor in the exam in the future!"

King Xiangyang paid the money and patted the scholar on the shoulder: "Since the young master said so, I will wait for you in the palace."

"In the palace...?" Yan Chasan continued to bow to each other, "I don't know... your benefactor's name?"

However, King Xiangyang took Pei Xiaohu into the crowd while he bowed his head in gratitude, and slipped away in the blink of an eye.

Yan Chasan raised his head to look for him, but where could he see a figure?

Not far away, Zhan Zhao saw all this in his eyes, held his sword silently, paid more attention to Yan Chasan, and then turned to follow King Xiangyang.

According to Mr. Bao, the King of Xiangyang got some "fairy medicine" from Pang Yu a few days ago. Although he will not live forever after taking it, it can also prevent all poisons from invading and prolong his life.Even the rumored Youxian pillow was dedicated to King Xiangyang by those treacherous officials.

But King Xiangyang seemed to have changed since he got the elixir.

Zhan Zhao couldn't say exactly where it changed, but he was unwilling to admit that King Xiangyang had changed for the better. With his current state, there might be a bigger conspiracy.

Thinking in this way, Zhan Zhao kept Master Bao's entrustment in mind, and did not dare to relax at all.

This King of Xiangyang must have a problem!

And the King of Xiangyang, who had a problem, did have a problem in his heart on the way back. He always felt that there was something wrong with the scholar just now, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he asked Pei Xiaohu: "Just now what did the scholar say about his name?" ?”

Pei Xiaohu's memory was much better than his, and he said slowly, "Yan Chasan."

"Yan Chasan..."

Yan Chasan? ! ! ! !

Isn't that Bai Yutang's best friend, the favorite student whom Mr. Bao valued very much later?

The world of Song Dynasty is too small...