"The duck skin is crispy, the duck meat is delicate, accompanied by thin green onion noodles, and dipped in sweet sauce. It is not only not greasy, but also has a good flavor. It is indeed good. Even in the palace, I have never tasted such a delicious food." Yang Guang, who ate a piece of roast duck and savored it for a while, praised with his eyebrows relaxed and his eyes curled.

"This is not bad, what is this dish called?" Yu Wen Shu was also ecstatic. After a short while, the ordinary garlic and mashed vegetable core placed in front of him was seen.

Yu Shiji also had a case where he tasted the same vegetable fields, and he showed a look of enjoyment from time to time. It seemed that the fresh dishes in this hotel were indeed enough to be so popular in ancient times. Otherwise, how could those noble children run to us once every three or five days, and they would eat them voraciously.

"This is the garlic puree. The garlic is mashed into a paste and used to stir-fry the delicately picked vegetable core." Yang Xiong smiled. "I have been here a few times these days. The deliciousness here is really something that makes people linger.

"Since Brother Wang knows that there is such a place, why not tell me earlier? Could it be that Brother Wang can't take it alone?" Yang Guang laughed and joked with Old Yang Xiong.

Yuwen Shu also smiled and said, "I'm afraid the chef at the prince's house has already obtained a lot of fresh dishes."

"There are quite a lot of fresh dishes, but they are all taken from Wuji's nephew. Your Majesty and Wen Shu must have known that I don't like meat. But now, this roast duck is an indispensable item every day." Yang Xiong smiled and took a piece of roast duck that had been wrapped in bread and stuffed it into his mouth and enjoyed it beautifully.

The old guy was just a fool, but since Yang Xiong returned to Luoyang, Yang Shidao really invited a hotel chef to go back. During this period, Yang Xiong was afraid that he had really tasted a lot of delicious food.

After eating orders, Yang Guang, who had taken a sip of the wine, wiped his mouth and asked inadvertently: "Changsun Wuji, you told me in the theater just now that many of the dramas performed in the theater were scripts you wrote, right?"

"That's right." I nodded honestly and replied. At this moment, Yang Xiong narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the plate gently with chopsticks. This young master's heart couldn't help but jump slightly. Could it be that Yang Guang asked me to come, not only to see me, the Oscar-level screenwriter, but also other things?

I quietly raised my eyes and looked to the side. Yuwen Shu's expression seemed very solemn. "This drama is indeed good and shocking. However, I am puzzled by something, and I hope my nephew will solve my doubts."

"I dare not take it, so I ask the Duke to speak frankly, Wuji should do his best." I took a breath and smiled modestly, but my heart suddenly changed. I looked at Yang Guang, who was drinking and eating roast duck in An Zhiruosu, and then looked at Yang Xiong who was smiling and looking at me. It seems that it is not a big deal. As long as I handle it properly, there should be no problem.

"Ran Min is a hero of the Han people, which is really admirable. However, can I understand that I have two confusions? What is a barbarian and what is China?" Yuwen Shu said slowly. After saying that, he quietly glanced at Yang Guang who was standing high on the couch.

I sank a little, rely on it, and understand that most of the nobles and nobles who were relied on in the founding of the Sui Dynasty were originally foreign races. Although many of the guys advocated that their ancestors of the XX generation were Han people, the moisture here was quite large.

The guy Yuwen Shu, who was in front of him, was the authentic Xianbei clan and belonged to the category of a foreign race. Even the Emperor of the Emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty once gave the Xianbei surname Puluru.

Although I don’t know what purpose Yu Wenshu is, I know that in front of Yang Guang, a satisfactory answer must be given. Yang Guang is not a kind person. If this guy really comes crazy, I will not be able to resist it.

After a little thought, this young master calmly replied: "The Hulu did not refer to a certain clan, but to any foreign clan who violated our Central Plains, did not regard our Chinese people as humans, regarded them as slaves, plundered my property, and took my children. For example, during the Western Zhou Dynasty, they used them to refer to the Western Rong, and during the Qin and Han Dynasties, they used them to refer to the Huns, and now they refer to the Turks.

"Haha, this explanation is really novel, but it is undeniable. Then I ask you, what is China?" Yang Guang put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked me with great interest. "Don't use the words of the ancients to perfunctorily treat me. I want to listen to your explanation."

Not to mention Yang Guang, even Yang Xiong and Yuwen Shu looked at me intently, as if they wanted to hear what I could do.

I won't know who said the classic explanation anyway, but now, the ownership of this explanation belongs to me, the future Ming prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. I cleared my throat and looked serious. "Only with the beauty of the rules and costumes can be called Hua. China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia."

"The beauty of the clothes is the most beautiful, and China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia..." Yu Shiji, the most famous cultural person in the Southern Chen Dynasty, smashed his mouth and thought deeply, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

However, the two famous generals, Yuwen Shu and Yang Xiong, seemed a little dull at this moment. Well, it seems that those with low cultural level usually show this. As for Yang Guang, the emperor of the dynasty, muttered to himself with a look of enlightenment.

Soon, the sound of Yang Guang hitting the case with his palms shocked everyone present. "Hua is the beauty of clothing and emblems, while Xia means a broad territory and a large territory, which can be described as a vast territory..." Yang Guang became more and more excited as he spoke. It can be seen that this guy read a lot of books. Anyway, the words that this young master said were all explained by him one by one to make people feel beautiful.

"The beauty of the colorful clothing of my Central Plains should be the best in the world, and the vast territory is also my Great Sui Dynasty, and the etiquette is only my Central Plains. Good, the interpretation of my nephew is really thought-provoking, and I can't get it." Yu Shiji bowed to me and said with emotion.

"The Turks called the Hu Captain, I am the Great Sui Dynasty, and I am the Great Sui Dynasty. This is a great good thing." Yuwen Shu, a famous general of the Great Sui Dynasty, could not help but look at me jealously, and sighed and said, "It is no regret that Changsun Sheng can have such a Qilin son."

The old man Yang Xiong smiled so much that his eyes were bent into two thin slits. He looked at me up and down, and his father-in-law looked at his son-in-law. I couldn't help but tremble. His youngest daughter was only twelve years old and a cake seller. I secretly asked God for blessing in my heart. This old man must not have that kind of thought, otherwise I would definitely be charged with rape of a young girl by the Time and Space Administration.

"Huaxia, okay, I have been reading books for so many years and I think Changsun Wuji's explanation is the most appropriate and reasonable. What do you guys think?" Yang Guang also had a happy expression with a smile on his face. This young master finally breathed a sigh of vigor.

After having a nice meal with Yu Gongchen, Yang Guang, who was watching the show in casual clothes, he asked the guards to take a few roast ducks wrapped in oil paper and beat the horse freely.

Yang Xiong did not leave with Yang Guang and others, but instead stayed. "Come here, how about you accompany me to visit your big hotel?" I really couldn't refuse Yang Xiong's smile, so I could only take this old guy to wander around the hotel. Looking at the various shapes, elegant and luxurious rooms, I was amazed.

"Nephew, the emperor has a very good impression of you, haha..." When we arrived at the back garden of the hotel, the lights here were much quieter, and only the street lights that were still burning freely marked the bluestone path.

The trees make the place look so quiet that it is less hustle and bustle of the hotel and more tranquility. This place is indeed a good place to go. Apart from winter, there are always many guests here, and everyone wants to feel like tasting barbecue and food in such an environment.

When you reach the end of the path, you will see a wide pond. The rippling waves cut the bright moon in the sky and scattered on the water, making people feel cool and soaked in their hearts.

"I have recommended you to the emperor a few days ago, but at that time, the emperor was worried about the battle and did not give me any answers. Now that the army is ready to go to the battle, the emperor finally has no worries. Hearing that Luoyang City has a good place like Quanjude Theater, I was curious.

So, today, I came with Duke Xu and Shu Yu with the emperor. I really saw a good show." Yang Xiong patted the railings of the water pavilion and smiled. Looking up, the water surface was still gently rippling with waves, and the moonlight in the sky was still gently sprinkling down. As the water waves were filled with layers of silver light, just like the scales of swimming fish.

"Thank you, uncle, for your hard work for your nephew." I bowed deeply to Yang Xiong. The old guy just explained the reason, but according to Yang Xiong's character, it is probably not just as simple as asking the emperor to come here to watch operas and taste delicious food.

Yang Xiong waved his hand. "The old man can help you, but you can't help much. What's important is that you have enough talent and knowledge. Today's view on China really surprised me and the emperor. People in the future will also know what China is. Just like the roar of Ran Min, my Chinese character is still there, my spirit is immortal, and my heroic soul will last forever... magnificent, magnificent..." Yang Xiong murmured in a low voice, but his eyes were bright outside.

Although his voice was not high, every word seemed so powerful, as if he should be the one who should stand on the stage.

"Your Majesty, you can write down such a story and let everyone in the world know it. It is a great thing. At least the people of the Sui Dynasty can clearly see and hear what China is." After patting the railing again, Yang Xiong turned his head and whispered to me: "Your Majesty asked me to ask you, can "Wu Dao Tian Wang" be performed in the palace?"
Chapter completed!