Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

"Knock knock knock."

Hearing the knock on the door, the concierge of Jia Mansion carefully opened the back door to a gap. After seeing the person clearly, he lowered his guard:

"Hey, Mr. Gong isn't going to worship his ancestors during Xiayuan Festival today?"

The meal box the visitor was carrying had the mark of Chaling Restaurant on it. Hearing the concierge’s question, there was a hint of helplessness on the fat face:

"A certain person is from Yiyang. His ancestral land is hundreds of miles away. How can there be any ancestors to offer sacrifices to?"

"Hey, find a place with a beautiful scenery and put some seasonal vegetables, and your ancestors will not blame you."

The porter opened the door as he spoke. He yawned slightly and couldn't hold back his words:

"Didn't the two young masters leave the city early in the morning? The ancestral home of the Cao family is also far away in Qiao County."

Gong Lang, who was carrying the lunch box, followed the concierge's finger and led him into the house. Hearing this, his smile became a little more cunning:

"I don't know, Jia Lang, but today's Xiayuan Festival, the restaurant business..."

"Oh oh oh." The concierge patted his head to express understanding, then waved his hand:

"I don't dare to be a good man... This isn't your first time here. Just go in."

"Then I'm not a Gong Lang, I'm just a cook."

After being polite to each other, they walked along the path with their lunch boxes in hand. There were only a few servants in the huge mansion, and they could hear the sound of reading coming from the yard next to them. They were probably Jia Taizhong's sons.

After turning two turns along the winding corridor, there is a simple and elegant small hall at the end.

Chef Gong called softly: "Jia Taizhong."

Then he started to open the lunch boxes and put them on the low table.

As the faint fragrance began to fill the air, Jia Xu, who looked drowsy, also woke up:

"Seared liver tips, crispy pickled melon, steamed dolphin with apricot syrup, roasted chicken and duck... Oh, and gourd chicken, not bad, they are all my favorites."

Seeing the waiter packing up the empty lunch boxes and looking like he was about to get up and leave, Jia Xu called him out:

"I can't finish the three or five dishes every time. If Gong Shanfu doesn't mind, how about eating some together?"

He poked the gourd chicken twice with chopsticks and easily pulled out the chicken bones. Jia Xu became even more satisfied:

"Gong Shanfu, Gong Yilong, Gong Longyi, Longyi is attacking."

"Could it be that before Xu Du robbed Xu Shu, you used your real name?"

Chef Gong, or his cousin Gong Xi, Dong Jue generously wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes and knelt down in front of Jia Xu:

"No one knew him at that time, so what does it matter if his real name is a pseudonym?"

As he spoke, Dong Jue used his chopsticks to pull out all the bones from the gourd chicken one by one, and asked smoothly:

"If Jia Taizhong doesn't see with his own eyes what he has planned today, will it be possible?"

A pair of chopsticks is very flexible in Jia Xu's hands. He tears the gourd chicken with the bones removed into small strips along the texture of the meat, then rolls it twice in apricot syrup and eats it with a small strip of pork.

Hearing Dong Jue's question, Jia Xu shook his head and said:

"I have done all I can do, and the rest is beyond the reach of my old body."

"And..." Jia Xu said, picking up another piece of crispy melon and tasting it:

"Since you have the secret medicine you found, why can't it work?"

Dong Jue half stood up and gave Jia Xu a cup of tea. He smiled with only one line left in his eyes, waved his hands and said:

"What contribution do I have? If it's not Jia Taizhong, it's hard to find the former jailer. If it's not Brother Jin, it's hard to find what the jailer left behind. This medicine can be restored only by Dr. Ji Tai's understanding of its principles."

"That's the truth."

Jia Xu nodded and focused on the dishes in front of him from beginning to end, holding his chopsticks with an extremely focused expression, as if there was nothing more important than what was in front of him:

"If you didn't slack off before today, then there is no need to worry today, because worry is useless."

Dong Jue nodded, spread out a piece of chicken skin with chopsticks, put a piece of crispy melon and a piece of pork meat on it, then wrapped it up and put it into his mouth together. The good taste made him squint his eyes again.

In Yecheng Palace, Fu Shou couldn't help but slightly widen his eyes.

Because the emperor wanted to go out of the city to worship his ancestors during the Xiayuan Festival, the Xiahou named Huangmen Shilang was actually a yoke.

The two sides quarreled tit-for-tat. The emperor hated Xiahou Shang for being disrespectful and whipped Xiahou Shang in public.

Cao's imperial guards were furious and pushed each other with the palace officials.

And those old ministers, those gray-haired old ministers who had followed her and Bohe from Luoyang to Chang'an to Xudu and now to Yecheng, who had never left her but who had not left behind, were standing in the front from the beginning to the end, staring at Cao with their chests. Weapons, a look of relief.

The person who finally came to the rescue was no surprise, General Xu Chu.

When he was in Xudu, this mountain-like general always stood behind Cao A'ao, silent.

This figure would appear in her dreams as a nightmare from time to time. After all, no one knew that it was Prime Minister Cao's most relied-upon left arm. As for his right arm... he was buried in Wancheng.

"Your Majesty really wants to go out?" Xu Chu was still holding the sword on his waist when he said this, which made the group of white-haired people beside Liu Xie glare at him, but General Wuwei didn't care. These people didn't even have the qualifications to stay in his eyes. Neither.

Not surprisingly, Liu Xie's anger when facing Xia Houshang was completely released, and his face turned a little pale.

"Today in the Yuan Dynasty, I miss my father and brother. I want to sue the water officer to help Prime Minister Cao defeat the thieves. Isn't this okay?"

Xia Houshang's previous attitude was a lot more convoluted, saying that he should cherish the Holy Body and that there was a thief problem outside the city that had not yet been quelled. However, Xu Chu's attitude was quite straightforward:

"No."

So some of the white-haired heads couldn't help but curse, but they were quickly silenced by Liu Xie with a wave of his hand.

"I, the emperor, am not as good as Qian Shou'er!"

The voice was mournful and sad. Xu Chu looked down and saw that the emperor was weeping, which made him despise him even more:

"Your Majesty, you are too serious."

"Then I am here to mourn for my father and brother, and the general of Wuwei can't be in charge, right?"

When saying this, Liu Xie turned around and picked up a pot of wine from the table and poured himself a cup to drink it to boost his courage. Then he poured another cup and raised it slightly, and then poured it all on the ground.

The wine was fragrant and filled the whole courtyard. Liu Xie moved quickly. After pouring it, he drank another cup, and then poured another cup, shouting the names of Emperor Xiaoling and Brother Hongnong, and poured it again. The white-haired heads beside him also sobbed and cried together.

This made Xu Chu particularly unhappy. He stepped forward and snatched the can and drank it all up:

"It tastes okay. Your Majesty, since you have offered sacrifices to your father and brother, please go back to the palace and rest."

He bowed carelessly and even stepped forward and whispered:

"If your Majesty can't control your subordinates, then I will have to do it for you."

Although it is difficult to find the source of the rumors about the second and fourth sons in recent days, from an intuitive point of view, Xu Chu felt that it was closely related to the emperor in front of him.

"How does the general of Wuwei want to do it for you?"

Liu Xie's question made Xu Chu frown. The prime minister had previously written a letter to let him control the Han emperor, but he also repeatedly told him not to use force against the emperor. At this moment, this question directly made Xu Chu want to draw his sword.

But looking at the tears on this person's face...Xu Chu finally just smiled:

"It's better for your majesty not to know."

Liu Xie nodded, and then asked another question as if he was talking about whether the clothes were good-looking:

"General Xu, do you know that I wanted to kill you several times in my dreams?"