Looking at the pouty Sima Xingnan, Zhao Yue weighed the sachet in his hand and said with a smile on his face: "Is it possible that you can't afford to lose?"

"Can't afford to lose? Who can't afford to lose?"

Sima Xingnan looked at the sachet in Zhao Yue's hand, full of resentment.

"The red ribbon and the brocade sachet represent the flower's foreknowledge and are given to Yulang diligently. Since you gave me the sachet, why don't you come back with me? I, the Zhao family in Tianshui, can still afford to support a female official in the palace. What do you think?

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"you!"

Sima Xingnan's face turned red. He pointed at Zhao Yue, but he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

"Be brave, this is a female official in the palace. How can an outsider like you take her away if you want?" The maid behind the county lord quickly stepped forward to support her lord.

"That's a pity."

With a smile on his face, Wang Sheng unceremoniously put the sachet on his waist.

"I won't return this sachet to you!"

"snort!"

Zhao Yue only responded with a cold snort from Sima Xingnan.

Her eyes were fixed on the sachet on Zhao Yue's waist. Her face was flushed and her mouth was pouting. She didn't know whether she was angry or shy.

"This level has been passed, but is there a second level?"

Sima Xingnan originally wanted to compete with Zhao Yue in swordsmanship, but judging from the way he threw the pot, he might not be bad at swordsmanship. If he lost again, wouldn't he have to lose something to him?

She shook her head decisively.

"there is none left."

Sima Xingnan gave the palace maid behind him a look, and the latter immediately understood.

"Mr. Lang, let me take you in."

The palace maid stepped forward and showed Wang Sheng the way.

It turns out that the location where the three of them are located is not the complete third floor. Yu Wenjun and King Wu are still here next door.

"please."

Following the palace maid, Wang Sheng slowly entered the other side of the third floor.

As soon as I entered it, I smelled a strong scent of incense. In addition to the incense, there seemed to be a scent of women's perfume, similar to the scent of jasmine.

The fragrance is light but not strong, and when you inhale it, it has a refreshing aftertaste.

Compared with the second floor, there are still curtains here, but instead of pink curtains, they are bright yellow curtains.

This curtain divides this side of the third floor into two worlds.

"sit."

A woman's voice came from the bright yellow curtain. His voice was soft and soft. When you heard it, it was like a breeze blowing across your face in midsummer, making you very comfortable.

After Zhao Yue sat down, someone dressed as a palace maid came forward and placed a stack of dried meat, a bowl of cold sour plum soup, and a bowl of prison pills in front of Zhao Yue's food.

This preserved meat is a five-flavored preserved meat that is favored by people in the palace. It can be made from cattle, sheep, deer, deer, and pigs. The process is complicated and cumbersome to make this delicious dish.

The so-called Lao Wan seems to be the predecessor of later dumplings and wontons. Its outer shell is made of flour and gravy, and its filling is minced lamb, beef, finely chopped green onion, ginger, cinnamon, pepper, orchid, and salt.

Mixed with tempeh and other condiments.

They are indeed delicacies in the world.

"Lang Jun was composing poems outside the building before, and he just broke into the third floor again. Why not eat something to relieve his sleepiness."

"Thank you."

Zhao Yue bowed his hands and saluted without being polite. He took a mouthful of dried meat, a mouthful of Lao Wan, and another mouthful of sour plum soup.

Hiss~

I have to say...

People of this era can still enjoy such delicacies. Even famous chefs from later generations may not be able to compete with them.

To win the hearts of people all over the world with cooking skills during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties was probably an epic level of difficulty.

enjoy...

This royal and aristocratic family knows how to enjoy themselves!

It can even be described as extravagant.

When Yu Wenjun saw Zhao Yue, he was not polite to him at all, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Lang is a talented young man. If he becomes famous in the Poetry Society, he will surely be called a hairpin in the sky in the future. I wonder if you have any ambitions in your mind?"

Zhao Yue swallowed the prison pill in his mouth, smiled softly, and said: "Restore the Central Plains and return to the old capital, that's all."

Zhao Yue added in his heart: It would be best if the emperor's surname was not Sima but Zhao after returning to the old capital.

"My husband is still a young man, but he has the ambition of Kunpeng. He dares to carry mountains and rivers and cross the nine heavens. It is really a blessing for me, the Jin Dynasty, and the common people in the world."

Yu Wenjun didn't expect that Zhao Yue still had such ambitions. When he thought about the current situation in the court, he sighed slightly in his heart.

Her husband, Emperor Ming of Jin, wanted to conquer the north and take back his old land.

pity...

In the end, it was due to constraints from all parties that success could not be achieved.

The court cannot be filled with powerful ministers who compete for power and gain only for their own selfish purposes.

He also needs capable ministers who will become the Jin Dynasty in the future and take back the land that originally belonged to the Jin Dynasty for his son!

"The boy is still young and has no merit at all. He should not be praised like this!"

"How can you not deserve it?"

Among the bright yellow curtains, Yu Wenjun said to the maids on the left and right: "Go and get the late emperor's sword."

In the curtain, Yu Wenjun is holding a one-meter-two-meter-long sword in his hand. The sword has a narrow blade. The sword is much wider than the sheath and has an inverted trapezoid shape. The sides of the sword are more protruding and have sharp edges; the middle of the hilt is sharp.

Collect, thick at the back and thin at the front.

The most eye-catching thing is the scabbard, which is inlaid with various gemstones. It is worth a lot at first glance.

Yu Wenjun walked directly out of the bright yellow curtain, holding the sword in both hands, and walked up to Zhao Yue.

"This sword was the sword that the late emperor always wore. Now that the late emperor has passed away, Mr. Wanwang is holding this sword and will do his best for our great Jin Dynasty!"

Zhao Yue dared not sit still at this moment. He stood up from the ground and took the sword from Yu Wenjun's hand with both hands. His face was flushed and he looked like he was very moved.

"How can I deserve such a precious sword?"

"A sword matches a hero, how can a husband not match it?"

After handing the sword to Zhao Yue, Yu Wenjun did not stop.

"Go and get the fine wine from the palace."

"promise."

The palace maid hurriedly walked out of the court, and returned a moment later with a jar of wine on her chest. Another palace maid held a jade wine bottle in both hands.

Yu Wenjun took the jade wine bottle filled with wine and placed the wine in front of Zhao Yue.

"Mr. Sir, please drink from this bottle."

"How does this work?"

Zhao Yue took a step back and was about to kneel down, but Yu Wenjun held Zhao Yue up with one hand to prevent him from kneeling down.

certainly...

Zhao Yue didn't really want to kneel down.

Just for show.

This is both a gift of a sword and a pouring of wine. Does this make me burst into tears of gratitude and work to death for the Sima family or the Yu family?

If it had been anyone else, they would probably have had nothing but tears and snot, and the person who was their confidant would have died.

However, Zhao Yue is not so old-fashioned.

Isn't it just that the Queen Mother is sending a sword and pouring the wine herself?

What's this?

Even if the Queen Mother sleeps with me, will I work for your Sima family? Stop dreaming!

Of course, the scene must be sufficient!

Zhao Yue's trembling hands, trembling lips, and red eyes took the jade wine bottle from Yu Wenjun's hand and drank it in one gulp.

Fortunately, it's just ordinary rice wine, not something as strong as Beauty Drunk.

After drinking from a bottle, Zhao Yue immediately knelt down on one knee.

"In the future, the Queen Mother may give orders, but I dare not disobey them!"

"good!"

This is what she wants!

Yu Wenjun stepped forward, helped Zhao Yue up, and said, "I am truly lucky to have such a handsome man as you in Jin Dynasty. Sit down."
Chapter completed!