On one side are the important ministers of the court, and on the other side are the personal experts around the eldest princess.
Obviously, none of them knew each other. After all, there was a huge difference in status. Even though Xiaoqing was a master of the golden elixir, she was still a reclusive maid.
It can be said that there are no more than five people in the entire Bianliang City who know the details of Xiaoqing.
At first, Xiaoqing's eyes were filled with mist, thinking that the bastard Xie Changyuan was back, but when he found out that the visitors were just two well-dressed old men, he lost interest.
A look from the golden elixir expert made Gao Wenchong alert for a moment. He held a three-foot green sword in his hand. For him, the sword was not just for showing off his identity.
But seeing that Xiaoqing's murderous intent suddenly restrained and he seemed to have no hostility towards them, the hand holding the sword relaxed.
The brief confrontation between the two was not noticed by Wang Huan beside him, because his attention was attracted by something else.
The aroma of smoked bacon permeated the entire ruined temple. The pork hanging on several wooden shelves was a dazzling sight. If you looked closely, you could see that there were five-flowered pork, plum blossoms, front row, elbows, and hooves.
What the imperial censor coveted most was the half slice of pork head.
Seeing Wang Huan like this, Gao Wenchong couldn't help but laugh.
He remembered that the favorite dish of this old friend next to him was pork head meat.
After the beef policy was promulgated, they, the dignitaries, needed to strictly abide by the royal law. They had been eating beef for a full year and were already tired of it and felt nauseated.
Wang Huan has always been greedy. Seeing such a scene, he was afraid that the greedy in his stomach would rebel.
Gao Wenchong understood Wang Huan's thoughts and thought that his old friend was about to resign and go into seclusion. He immediately walked forward slowly, ignoring His Majesty the Emperor's order, and came to Xiao Qing.
He smiled gently and said, "Excuse me."
Xiaoqing said nothing.
He added, "I passed by this place by chance and were attracted by the smell of meat in the hall. I happened to be hungry. I wonder if the girl can sell some for us to eat. I am willing to pay double the money for the meat!"
Xiao Qing glanced at him and then at the bacon next to him.
These meats belong to Xie Changyuan. Logically, she should not be good at making decisions, but she has no obligation to help Xie Changyuan look at things.
"Let these two people look for his bad luck." Xiao Qing said secretly.
She said casually, "Whatever."
Gao Wenchong raised his hand and bowed, took out a silver coin from his sleeve and handed it to Xiaoqing.
Seeing that Xiaoqing didn't answer, the old man politely put it next to Xiaoqing.
Gao Wenchong paid and turned back, but saw that Wang Huan was nowhere to be seen at the door. Looking around again, he saw that the old man could not wait to pick the pig's head meat on the shelf.
He immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
"You old boy!" Gao Wenchong couldn't help laughing and scolding.
Wang Huan took off the pig's head meat and saw that there was obvious joy on his face. Hearing Gao Wen's petting and scolding him, he was not angry, but rather proud.
"With your noble friend treating me, what else do I need to be polite about?"
Of course, Wang Huan was not a shameless person. Although he didn't spend any money, he took off the wine bag from his waist, shook it, and found it was full.
After hearing the words "Gao Wen Chong", Xiao Qing looked up at the old man in front of her, obviously a little surprised.
She has a weak temperament and has never cared about worldly affairs when she is with Princess Linyang, but this does not mean that she does not know who Gao Wenchong is.
This is a very talented and wise prime minister who has been managing the government for the king for more than ten years!
"The daughter of the people pays homage to the Prime Minister!" Xiao Qing stood up and gave a blessing.
Gao Wenchong waved his hand, indicating that Xiao Qing did not need to pay attention to them.
Immediately, the two old men found the cleanest place in the entire ruined temple and sat down, which was the door panel where Xie Changyuan slept.
During this period, Gao Wenchong took out a knife and sliced the pig head meat, and asked Xiao Qing to borrow a broken iron pot.
On the other side, Wang Huan took some piled dry firewood and tried to drill the wood to make a fire, but unfortunately failed in the end.
At this time, the maid Xiaoqing gave them a bonfire and raised a bonfire for them.
Finally, Gao Wenchong poured some wine into the pot. After it boiled, he put the chopped pork head into the pot and stir-fried it using branches as spatulas.
His methods are not unfamiliar, even a little sophisticated. It is hard to imagine that this old man is actually the prime minister of the dynasty!
Even Xiao Qing was a little surprised when he saw it.
At the same time, she also felt a little regretful, thinking about how Xie Changyuan would react if he saw someone touching his things if he came back.
You know, this ruined temple is now his place, and the bacon, broken iron pot, and firewood on the ground are all Xie Changyuan's things.
This man had an eccentric personality, he dared to beat Xu An violently in public, and he dared to speak nonsense even in front of the princess. It can be seen that even if he met the prime minister and the imperial censor, he would not look good.
At this moment, Xiaoqing sincerely hopes that Xie Changyuan will not come back too early, although she also hopes that Xie Changyuan will come back soon.
"Chichi..."
The aroma of wine and meat collide fiercely in the pot, and the smoke that fills the air combines the aromas of both, making people salivate.
It may not be delicious, but it's definitely not unpalatable.
Wang Huan was already rubbing his hands, and when Gao Wenchong put out the bonfire, a pot of rice wine and pork head was ready.
The two old men were not restrained, just pinched it with their fingers and put it into their mouths. The aroma of meat, wine and smoke exploded on their taste buds while chewing. The taste was really wonderful!
Occasionally, Wang Huan was overjoyed when he took a sip of fine wine, with a joyful smile on his old face, and he didn't forget to smack his fingers.
In contrast, Gao Wenchong's eating appearance is much more elegant. He doesn't suck his fingers. Every time he pinches a piece of pork head meat, he will wipe it on the handkerchief he carries with him. The smile on his face is still gentle.
And at such a pleasant moment, a tall figure walked through the gate of the small ruined temple.