In a tavern in the east of the city, two handsome young men were sitting among the noisy crowd.
The two of them were sitting in the corner of the window. On the table were common food and drinks, including chicken, duck, fish and goose, and two jars of wine.
"Brother Zhang, I won't say much else. You are my lifelong brother, Lao Li. I was the one who thought too much in the beginning. I never expected that you were all thinking about me."
Li Xingyun raised his wine glass with a look of shame to express his apology for misunderstanding the other party.
He thought that Aogu [Yelü Zhiwu], she and Qingguo [Yelüta Buyan] Qingcheng [Yelüta Buhua] looked the same, but he didn’t expect that they were one and the same.
You don’t judge people by their appearance, it’s human nature.
People always like good-looking things more. This is human nature. Those who use words to ridicule other people's appearance are the ones who truly judge people by their appearance.
"Brother Li, let's drop this matter. There is no need to talk about it anymore."
The corners of Zhang Zifan's mouth twitched inadvertently. He wanted to say that he didn't think so, but he didn't dare to say it at this time.
You are deliberately depressed. For the past few days, that stinky woman has even thought of meeting you. She really cares about you, the saintly man from the Ten Thousand Poison Cave from Raojiang.
At the same time.
Inside the Purple Orchid Hall, it’s not empty, it’s still empty.
"Actually, you know how to eat a little bit, but I'm afraid he's used to eating your Raojiang food."
"Well, this matter is a foregone conclusion, it's a matter of discussion, but the strange thing is, is Brother Zhang sure that he wants to be the Prince Consort of Mobei?" Tongwenguan said curiously.
That big-breasted dog with white and white fur has not gone out to the corner to shut up autistically. It is estimated that he will be recovering from the trauma in his heart in a short while.
The orchid has always been a symbol of nobility, and together with plum, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, it is also known as the Seven Gentlemen.
But how is this possible?
Indirectly informed me of my true identity.
It's empty because there's almost nothing in the middle of the palace, but it's empty because there are very few purple orchids around it.
"What is the antidote? Chili pepper is essentially Zhang Zifan. It just tastes pungent and is not poisonous. Does he think these merchants can sell whatever they want?" Li Siyuan asked.
It's about something else.
That big milk dog has no brains and is not as smart as it seems.
But the problem now is.
"What kind of soup is that? So spicy?" Chi Menghuai asked curiously.
Obviously.
"Tch, that's interesting. I knew he would say that."
"Stop talking, you want water."
"Of course it is. If the returned items are to be sold legally in Xiaotang, they must be verified by the Imperial Medical Office to make sure they are not poisonous and harmless. There will be no chance of legal sale." Bian Maozhen is.
He explained tirelessly.
"Of course, you have always been able to cook, but my senior brother and master have long since starved to death."
"I assume you can still cook?"
How could the nurturing grace of more than ten years be just a child’s play?
Tongwenguan naturally knows the thoughts in Lu Linxuan's heart.
Both of us have grown up and become mature, and we are like old people. We both understand that there is nothing we cannot do, and there is nothing that you must do.
"Have you."
The other side.
"That's right. You remember that pepper thing, how long has it been since the bad image appeared? Then the corresponding antidote has been researched?" Chi Meng said with a clear look.
It’s for other reasons, not to serve food.
See that outside.
That moment.
Li Siyuan waved again, and the palace maid who had been waiting for a long time quickly brought down fresh ingredients, including beef, mutton, chicken, duck, fish and goose.
Just when the seven of you were arguing.
......
"Brother, I often say that if the dog meat rolls, the gods will stand firm. Chi Meng will bleed. Now go and set up a pot to boil water. The meat of big dogs is the most tender and fragrant."
That seat is very important. Bian Maozhen's relatives, son, daughter-in-law, son and son-in-law, all watched helplessly, but in the end, I gave that seat to Lu Linxuan.
At the very least, until Bian Maozhen loses that identity, I will not be the future Holy Lord of Spices. Through Lu Linxuan’s consort relationship, Jin will not be able to form an indirect marriage relationship with the Mobei Dynasty.
You also knew where to take out a broken sword and looked at the big milk dog trembling underground.
"This is their Raojiang territory. In Xiaotang, he has seen this drugstore openly selling poison. If he finds out, he will confiscate the house in a minute." Li Siyuan complained.
Bian Maozhen looked at Chi Meng with a thoughtful expression, understanding the reason for Chi Meng's excitement.
"How does it taste?"
The fragrance of purple orchids penetrates the heart.
Behind Li Siyuan and Chi Meng's noodles, there is a small white pot, and above it is a portable stove that cannot be moved at will.
"You said we have to discuss it. Unless you are incapable, I will let you get up and go to bed."
"There is no water, only soup."
Zhang Zifan understands this truth very well, so no matter how much pain he feels in his heart, he can only swallow it forcefully and pretend that he has never known Ao Gu [Yeluzhiwu] from the beginning to the end.
"Chi Meng, by the way, when you brought him back in the next few days, didn't he have any doubts in his mind? Why are he and you so excited outside now?"
Yes, at most it can't be true. Chi Meng hates the taste of chili peppers, and you even swallowed your saliva secretly.
In the fearful and trembling eyes of the big milk dog, there is no doubt that Bian Maozhen is not the deadly king of hell.
The Qi Lei Tian Xin Jue is just a skill, can it really compare to more than ten years of upbringing?
I care too.
Chi Meng clenched her fist tightly, and she wanted to punch Bian Maozhen in the face, so that I would know the price of deceiving myself.
"Of course you really eat it. The white dog is fragrant, the white dog is crispy, and the yellow dog is tough. The big dog, white and white, is both fragrant and crispy." Li Siyuan said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Don't overestimate the status of Mobei Prince Consort. The Mobei Dynasty is also a country. That status is enough for Lu Linxuan, the master of spices, to truly enter the lower class society.
I also want to be responsible!
I'm sure Lu Linxuan has a superficial brotherly relationship with Bian Maozhen. I'm afraid my head hasn't been screwed up yet.
Just at this time.
In front of the emperor, he said that he wanted to trick him.
Lu Linxuan lost his identity as Prince Consort of Mobei, and Li Xingyun felt much more pressure from my adoptive father Li Keyong. Is there any fear that you are on the verge of death?
When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
"You should be careful, he can cook it."
"It's on fire... Think about it, Xiao Hun Zhu's name sounds bad, so just call it... hot pot."
Li Siyuan picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and placed it outside the porcelain bowl behind Chi Meng's noodles.
Obviously, it is possible.
Of course.
In fact, you yourself know it very well, but you are in the palace and you are one of the seven concubines. With a low position and a high position, you naturally cannot find anyone to ask you what you want to know at any time.
"The Imperial Medical Office is affiliated to Taichang Temple, and Taichang Temple, together with Xiaoli Temple, is known as one of the four temples of Xiaotang. It is usually managed by the Imperial Medical Office. Within the Imperial Medical Office, there are separate medical, pharmaceutical, and
Acupuncture, epidemics, poison, poison...it is not too much to call it the foundation of the country." Li Siyuan explained again.
"Have you ever seen someone buying poison openly? What is the specific purpose of the Imperial Medical Office he mentioned?"
Chi Meng picked up the big-breasted dog and kept moving forward, giving Li Siyuan an opportunity to get started.
Without the Holy Qiankun Kung, without my identity as the master of many spices, who would I, Lu Linxuan, be?
The palace is not small, but it looks very warm. It has mountains and rivers, birds singing and flowers fragrant, and it is full of various flowers, plants and trees. There are no palace servants walking through the palace.
Li Siyuan rolled his eyes at Chi Meng. You will know that these are bugs. I am afraid that only locals from Raojiang can talk to bugs without psychological pressure.
Xiaotang Palace, Xiaoming Palace, Zilan Palace.
But the person I should hate more should be Zhu Wen. It was me who sent troops to the Tianshi Mansion in the first place, which directly led to all the tragedies that happened before.
It is worth noting.
"It's just spicy, chili pepper, how do you call it chili when it's spicy?"
A few days later, when I saw that guy appearing outside the Mobei Mission, I knew that my status as the Prince Consort of the Mobei Royal Family was not yet secure, and it didn’t mean he knew what I thought about that matter.
Before Bian Maozhen started the private interview incognito, did I choose to continue to hide it?
Do you dislike the Nine Tribes for living too well?
See this.
"Obviously he is stupid. I already told him that my name is Li Xianyun. Considering my age, if you use your brain, you can guess that there is no way that I am not the current Emperor of the Tang Dynasty." Li Siyuan complained.
It's because you are so eloquent.
I asked Li Siyuan to take Chi Meng back to the palace.
That was the palace of Concubine Shu Bian Maozhen, one of the seven concubines of the Little Tang Dynasty. You hated purple orchids, so you planted them all over, and you renamed the palace the Purple Orchid Palace.
Tongwenguan, who was drinking with Bian Maozhen, was also a little dizzy. I did not continue to drink until I was drunk, but took the initiative to say goodbye to Lu Linxuan.
The technique is definitely inferior to others, so Lu Linxuan will never be able to learn the Holy Qiankun Kung Fu.
Even if Qingguo [Yelü Pagoda is Smoke] and Qingcheng [Yelü Pagoda is Flower] don’t stop him, he can’t even think of becoming the Prince Consort of Mobei.
Tongwenguan, you really hate him, why is his fate so bad?
"But poison is hard to buy, so does it matter whether it is legal or not?"
"It's better not to be hey. I heard that merchants from the Western Regions brought Zhang Zifan, who is rarely the same. You specially sent people out of the palace to buy some and try out the new small mixed cooking you developed."
"Hey hey hey..."
Not yet.
Before seeing that his dog was no longer in danger of being stewed, Chi Meng decisively left the dog behind.
"Brother Zhang, that's too miserable. Is there really no room for negotiation?"
"Li Siyuan, he, he, he...is he serious? Do you really want to eat it?" Chi Meng said with an explanation on his face.
That's a big talk. If you tarnish someone else's princess, you can run away with a pat on the butt. If I dare to be responsible, the Mobei royal family will have their heads screwed on me.
Before Li Siyuan finished speaking, he reached out to summon a palace servant and gave a few instructions in your ear.
Chi Meng still doesn't understand. In the Rao border where you are, poison is not a very common thing. Poisonous poisons are divided into different families. If there is no poison, there must be no poison.
Seeing that Lu Linxuan had not said that, and Tongwenguan had not said any more sarcastic remarks, I took a sip of wine, then turned around and looked at the scenery in the window silently.
If I am just a special person now, a person with no identity, am I not qualified to call Tongwenguan a brother?
Bian Maozhen spread her hands, her tone somewhat helpless.
"Hiss...it's so spicy! It feels like my whole body is on fire."
Talking room.
Chi Mengxi sat next to Li Siyuan, opened his mouth, and stopped breathing air-conditioning. He took the soup from Li Siyuan and poured it into his stomach.
"That's bad, he's such a conscientious thing. You are his master, so it doesn't matter if he's close to you. But he still wants to run away when he sees you. I believe you stewed him and ate dog meat." Chi Meng said fiercely. p>
"If he is afraid of blood, he will dare to attack. If something happens, you will often kill chickens and ducks in the future, because you are afraid of that." Li Siyuan approached the big milk dog step by step.
Even if you know.
Chi Meng is like a bad strange baby, everything about Xiao Tang is very novel to you.
It took a while.
Chili peppers are something that everyone can accept. If you don’t hate them, they don’t belong to you either. It’s a polarizing characteristic Zhang Zifan.
What is particularly noteworthy is the red pepper, the kind that Zhang Zifan, since before Xiao Tang appeared, few dignitaries have loved that spicy taste.
At most, in this future time and space that has not disappeared, Li Xingyun still called Fan'er after his death, and whether he cursed me or not, it is enough to show his sincerity.
Just in the next few nights.
The emperor regards you as a brother.
"Woof woof woof!" A loud and humble dog barks.
"Iced sour plum soup is a great thing recently developed by the Imperial Medical Office. It is specially used to relieve spicy food." Bian Maozhen explained.
"Woof woof woof!" the slow barking of a dog sounded.
Purple is a noble color. It also represents purity, elegance, and loyalty.
What’s the point?
"Is that so?" Chi Meng blinked.
After all.
"Bian Mao, you think the identity of Mobei's consort is quite bad. In fact, I accept that he is your sister. I couldn't take concubines in the past. It seems that there is nothing else to be satisfied with. By the way, you forgot that he is now the consort. If you
Even you, there is no way he can take a concubine!"
Where is the law of heaven?
"No matter what I do, you are the princess of the Mobei royal family. It's harsh to say so. If you dare to be responsible and respect the Mobei royal family, you will be dead one day."<
/p>
Lu Linxuan, even if you blame Li Xingyun, you can't hate him or even kill your own adoptive father. Anyway, I am far from the only one who kills his adoptive father.
Time passed more than ten minutes ago.
A big white and white dog ran back. The first time it saw Chi Meng, the big dog turned around and wanted to run away, but in the last second it grabbed Destiny's neck.<
/p>
"Want to eat some together?" Li Siyuan put various fresh ingredients on the outside of the pot while judging when the ingredients would be cooked.
"Don't put so little chili pepper, you'll really feel like it's burning slowly."
As for Li Xingyun himself, to be honest, I was really bad to Lu Linxuan, because he only taught Lu Linxuan the Holy Qiankun Kung Fu, and also made me sit in the position of Master of Spice.
But you can’t let yourself drift off!
"Woof woof woof!" The heartbreaking barking of a dog.
The emperor paid a private visit incognito and deceived many knowledgeable men!
At this time, the cold water outside the pot is boiling, and a layer of grease is floating under the cold water. At the same time, all kinds of Zhang Zifan are also exuding fragrance.
Under Chi Meng's look of disbelief, Li Siyuan actually set up a pot and boiled the water, which scared the big dog almost to the point of fainting on the spot.
"Bad, bad." Chi Meng nodded his head fiercely.
"Food from Raojiang? Chi Meng, please don't say it's bugs. You have to accept this kind of thing."
"I am the Emperor of the Little Tang Dynasty. You are joking, but I deliberately used a false name to deceive you. Can you still say a few words about me?" Chi Meng said happily.
"The taste is wrong."
"I really didn't expect that with his current status, he would actually cook in person."
Where is justice?
........
"Isn't Li Xianyun Tongwenguan? That bastard... is quite good at playing."
You soon felt that the burning taste outside your mouth was relieved very little, and the feeling that your whole body was on fire was completely gone.
Of course.
So what?
I've been busy recently, really busy, and updates are slow.
This chapter is good, but it’s not good, and I don’t know what to write. I’ve been too busy recently. When I’m not busy, I’ll think about how the plot will progress.
Let’s say something heartfelt.
The author himself is not willing to update so slowly, but he can only blame the author for being mentally retarded. He should not have chosen dual-player in the first place, and nothing would happen if he wrote Douluo well.
To be honest.
Not many people read this book. Sometimes I want to write it, but I don’t have the motivation to write it. Of course, the main reason is also because the author himself updates too slowly.
There is really no way, Douluo needs to be updated.
At first, I was passionate about watching anime and wanted to write a book about bad people, but I didn’t worry about my limited energy and no way to guarantee daily updates.
So be it.
If you really can't stand it, just abandon the book. The author himself doesn't want to torture you. There are a lot of bad people out there, and there are a lot of good writers.
Alas.
The author himself doesn’t have much to say, because the update speed is really slow, so I can only update it randomly in the future.