Chapter 893 The guests and the host enjoy themselves
Zhao Ying walked on the streets of the palace, and the guards, eunuchs, and eunuchs he met along the way all bowed to the wind and bowed their heads.
Zhao Ying was used to this kind of ostentation. He walked past the crowd expressionlessly and walked to Fengtian Gate.
Fengtianmen is the royal gate of the imperial palace and the main entrance of the three main halls. The royal gate of the emperor of the country was held here. Naturally, it is the most glorious and magnificent gate of the palace. When the three main halls were first built, Zhu Di came to inspect and saw
The regulations of Fengtian Gate are similar to those of Nanjing. Except for the newness and oldness, it does not exceed the Nanjing Imperial Palace. Immediately, Long Yan was unhappy. After going in to inspect the three main halls, he ordered that the three halls be demolished and rebuilt. If there was no improvement, they would have to
Kill all the craftsmen.
Therefore, the newly built Fengtian Gate is built on the top of a mountain with double eaves and a white marble base. It is nine rooms wide and three rooms deep. It is a majestic palace gate like a grand palace. There are four bronze tripods in front of the door, a pair of bronze lions, and a pair of bronze lions on the left.
Male and right, female, mighty and fierce, looking at the majestic square in front of them. In the square, the Neijinshui River meanders from west to east. There are five Neijinshui bridges across the river, showing the heroic style of the Chinese emperor in all directions, dominating the heaven and earth.
Clearly demonstrated.
Now, the owner of this palace and this palace gate has fallen into a coma, and his servants have done their part to hold this palace gate firmly in their hands - both inside and outside Fengtian Gate are Zhao Ying's trusted eunuchs and guards.
He Fanzi, those guys from Jinyiwei, have no chance of appearing here.
This situation caused Eunuch Zhao, who was standing on the high imperial steps, to have some illusions that he was the only one in the world.
After gathering his composure, Zhao Ying walked to the check-in room at the east side door. As soon as he reached the door, he smelled a strong aroma of meat.
When he opened the door curtain and took a look, Zhao Ying almost fainted. He saw Wang Xian sitting comfortably on a horse, using the red charcoal pot in front of him as an oven, turning the roasted mutton on it with a smile. The mutton was cut.
Squares the size of mahjong tiles are strung together with slender iron picks. The charcoal grills turn golden and oily. The oil drips on the red charcoal, making a sizzling sound, and the alluring aroma spreads throughout the room.
The child floated out through the door curtain.
"Nonsense!" Zhao Ying put down the door curtain and angrily tried to take away the charcoal basin. He also glared at the eunuch waiting next to him: "Who brought this charcoal basin?!"
"Mr. Zhao, don't get excited," Wang Xian stretched out his hand to protect the charcoal pot and said with a nonchalant smile, "I said I wanted to treat my husband to a barbecue, so I forced them to bring the brazier." He said with a smile:
"Besides, it's so cold here. If you don't light a fire, your feet will freeze."
"Uncle Zhongyong, do you understand the rules? This is the Imperial Gate, there can't be any sparks!" Zhao Ying spent his first life in the palace, and some of the rules had been engraved in his bones.
"It doesn't matter, every household has a fire. How many of them have lit the house?" Wang Xian had a lazy look on his face. He pulled Zhao Ying to sit down and said, "Relax, it's mine. Come on, taste mine."
The craftsmanship will ensure that you bite your tongue..." As he spoke, he took out two bamboo jars like magic, shook them towards the brazier a few times, and yellow and red powders flew down. Most of the powders fell on the meat skewers, and some also flew to
In front of Zhao Ying, Zhao Ying felt a pungent nose, his face changed drastically, and he wanted to hold his breath to avoid this poison of unknown origin, but he was still smoked and sneezed earth-shatteringly!
"You dare to poison my factory owner!" Ma De suddenly pulled out the knife and glared at Wang Xian. Wang Xian turned a blind eye, picked up a skewer of meat and started eating by himself, nodding with satisfaction while eating. "
You're welcome, come and try it." Don't forget to greet Zhao Ying.
Zhao Ying blew his nose with a handkerchief and smelled the alluring fragrance again. Watching Wang Xian finish one quickly, he also picked one up and brought it to his mouth hesitantly... Eunuch Zhao is so old.
, I have long lost my desire to talk, I just don’t want to be at a disadvantage in front of my opponent... In Zhao Ying’s view, Wang Xian’s pretentiousness is just a provocation to himself. Once he dares not eat, he will be at a disadvantage. This is
Eunuch Zhao, who has always been very strong, will definitely not accept this.
Seeing the unknown red, yellow, and yellow colors on the piece of meat, Ma De and others' hearts were raised in their throats. They thought that although their ancestor's internal strength was the best in the world, he was not immune to all poisons. Look at this meat skewer.
The color on it is supposed to be the seven insects and seven flower poisons from Yunnan Miao territory. It is difficult to detoxify this poison...
But Eunuch Zhao was a hero after all. Even though his subordinates were scared to death, he still bit off a piece of it with dignity. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he hissed and breathed out. When all his subordinates saw this, their eyes were about to split, and they pulled out their hair.
He raised his weapon and was about to slash at Wang Xian: "Hey! You really want to poison my factory owner!"
"How presumptuous!" Two monks from Qingshou Temple, Xin Ning and Xinyuan, who were standing behind Wang Xian, also showed their magic pestles!
Wang Xian was still unmoved, and just looked at Zhao Ying with a smile. Sure enough, he saw Zhao Ying's old face gradually blooming, and his pair of eagle eyes narrowed into slits. He chewed for a long time before slowly swallowing.
There seemed to be so much reluctance to give up... Everyone noticed it, and they all stared at Zhao Ying's expression of bliss, and temporarily stopped moving.
"Could it be the long-lost Bliss Powder?" A foreman beside Ma De said in a low voice, which naturally earned Ma De a big eye roll.
Zhao Ying never thought that at this age, he would be able to have such joy due to the desire of his mouth and tongue. Zhao Ying tasted the meat skewers in his hands carefully, and looking at his expression, it seemed more like he was intoxicated in some kind of
During the blissful experience, the two monks were secretly despised, thinking that the Governor of Dongchang was so old that he never expected to be so greedy. Of course, young people cannot understand how terrible the degradation of taste is...
"How is it?" Wang Xian asked with a smile:
"It's so delicious!" Zhao Ying gave a thumbs up without hesitation, and even the iron rule that no fire was allowed in Fengtianmen was thrown out of the window.
"How can you do it with meat and no wine?" Wang Xian said with a smile.
"That's right!" Zhao Ying laughed and said, "Bring me some wine, our uncle will never come home until he's drunk!"
Ma De hurriedly patted off the mud seal of the fine wine stored in the house, and poured the light yellow and slightly viscous wine into two wine bowls.
"Maotai!" Wang Xian sniffed hard, his eyes lit up and said: "More than twenty years!"
"Expert!" Zhao Ying praised again, picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Wang Xian, drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said: "This was sent by Mu Guogong from Yunnan when the emperor was in the dormitory.
It has been hidden in Beijing!" He said with a big smile and said, "Is this heaven-given wine worthy of your worldly delicacy?"
"Deserves it!" Wang Xian laughed loudly and drank it all in one gulp. The two of them drank and ate meat at the same time. How could there be any sense of tension?
In the blink of an eye, all the roasted meat was wiped out, and 70% of it went into Zhao Ying's mouth. Seeing that he was still unfinished, Wang Xian smiled apologetically: "The preparation was too hasty, the marinated mutton was gone, and there was only some dog meat. I don't know.
Father-in-law, do you mind?"
"But black dog meat?" Zhao Ying asked with a smile.
"Of course it's a black dog." Wang Xian said with a smile: "One black, two yellow, three flowers and four white."
"Expert!" Zhao Ying smiled and raised his thumb. Then he watched Wang Xian put the marinated dog meat on the iron grate and grilled it. When the dog meat was golden, Wang Xian took out the two bamboo tubes and began to sprinkle it on top.
Condiments. Zhao Ying finally couldn't help but asked: "Uncle, where did you get this condiment? Why have you never seen it before?"
"Oh...this yellow one is cumin powder, produced in Hami, Western Xinjiang, my country." Wang Xian said with a smile while operating: "This red one is even rarer, it is chili powder. I asked Eunuch Zheng to make it. What I found from the West was only ten kilograms in total..."
"No wonder," Zhao Ying lamented Wang Xian's dedication to delicious food, and suddenly said, "No wonder my uncle would carry it with him."
"Hahaha, how could it be!" Wang Xian laughed loudly: "I am also a dignified military commander, and I carry two spice jars with me all day long. What kind of thing is this?!"
"Then what is this?" Zhao Ying's heart tightened and he asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Where did you get it from?"
"Of course they got it from my house." Wang Xian said with a smile.
"So, you had a plan to treat our family to dinner?!" Zhao Ying gradually opened his eyes and returned to his vulture look.
"I don't dare to make excuses. In fact, it was a last-minute idea." Wang Xian glanced at Zhao Ying and said with a faint smile: "I also had these meats marinated at home and just delivered."
After Wang Xian finished speaking, Zhao Ying fell silent. Wang Xian focused on turning over the dog meat on the grate. While turning, he said with some regret: "Husband Zhao doesn't know something. This big black dog was originally hunted by me."
It’s just that I am in a prominent position now, and the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince have repeatedly warned me to be prudent, so hunting is no longer appropriate, so I had to kill this old dog for meat.”
"Haha..." Although Zhao Ying was still smiling, his smile had become forced and cold. Wang Xian was still enthusiastic and sent the roasted golden dog meat sprinkled with cumin and chili powder to Zhao Ying.
In front of me: "Try it while it's hot."
Zhao Ying's face changed several times, and finally he forced out an ugly smile and said: "Our family can't eat any more." After saying that, he declined and stood up: "Thank you for the hospitality, uncle. We still have official business, so we will go ahead."
"What's the hurry? It's not too late to leave after eating this old dog." Wang Xian smiled and stayed as a guest. Zhao Ying's face was extremely ugly, he firmly refused and left the check-in room.
"Sure enough, they don't eat the same kind, so all my efforts have been in vain." Seeing Zhao Ying leading the people away, Wang Xian took the dog meat and asked the two senior brothers behind him: "Do you want to eat it?"
The two senior brothers naturally shook their heads quickly. Wang Xian curled his lips, glanced at the dog meat with some regret, then threw it into the brazier, took the white handkerchief and wiped his hands clean: "This old dog is not stupid enough."
Although Xin Ning and Xinyuan were confused, monks were most taboo. Although they wanted to know why Wang Xian was able to deal with the old eunuch who occupied the right time, place and people with a meal of wine and meat, they still held back.
Don't ask questions.
Unable to wait for his subordinates to ask questions with admiration, Wang Xian looked at the two of them sadly and cursed secretly that these two monks were really a pair of thorny gourds, which greatly reduced his sense of accomplishment.