Thanks for the extra update on the second day. The new book is on the shelves. There are still few subscriptions. I asked for votes. I feel a little ashamed and can bear with you.
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The food box was put up, Banqin bowed, took a few steps back and knelt down behind Zhou Lang.
"Eat, this is what you ate at my place last time." Liu Lang said.
Qin Langjun, who was sitting across from him, smiled, flipped his sleeves, reached out and folded a piece of golden crispy cake on the plate in front of him, put it into his mouth, and nodded in admiration.
"Yes, it's really exquisite. How do you do it like this?" He ignored Liulang and looked at Banqin behind him and asked.
"Nothing else, it's just pasta, mixed with honey, kneaded, stretched and fried." Banqin lowered his head and said.
"It's just a snack, and I'm in a hurry to eat it right away." Liu Lang said with some disdain, "Sangzi, don't let your father say that you lose your ambition by playing with things."
Qin Langjun smiled, shook his head, and took another piece to eat.
"Snacks? There's nothing trivial about eating." He said, "It's just a little bit of honey and a little more kneading. It's different from what you and I eat in the past. Why didn't you and I think of it?"
"I'm not a cook." Saturday Lang said with a sneer.
Qin Langjun shook his head.
"No." He said, "It just doesn't matter if you pay attention. If you pay attention, you can make a difference in eating, drinking, playing, walking, sitting, and lying down."
"What can you do if you work hard on those things? It's just a trivial matter." Zhou Lang still sneered.
"In other words, being able to be so attentive to these small things shows that he has a lot of heart." Qin Langjun said with a smile, "The small roads and the great roads are all Tao. The small ones can become the big ones. The small roads should not be underestimated. Isn't that the saying
Do you know what you are saying?"
Zhou Langjun picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then pushed the plate of fried food in front of him toward Qin Langjun.
"Eat, eat, eat it all for you, eat it quickly and shut your mouth." He shouted, "I am asking for trouble to argue with you, a guy who is unreasonably trying to stir up trouble! I finally know why Juekong is so old.
The monk acts like a mute when he sees you! He would rather not preach the scriptures than provoke you, a noisy Buddha!"
Qin Langjun laughed loudly.
"What is unreasonable is that you know that you are unreasonable and cannot justify it. You people only see the faults of others and never admit your own mistakes." He laughed.
"Stop it, stop it, if you keep nagging, I will leave." Zhou Lang shouted pretending to be worried.
After saying that, he looked back at Banqin.
"It's all your fault for causing all this trouble by making such snacks." He shouted.
This is Young Master joking with himself. Only if he values himself will he be so casual with him. Banqin lowered his head with joy.
"Yes, it's my slave's fault." She saluted and said.
Qin Langjun smiled and drank too.
"Banqin, what's the name of this snack?" he asked.
Banqin lowered his head, a similar conversation echoed in his ears.
"Madam, what is this called?"
"I have no idea.."
Its sound lingers around.
"Slave, I don't know," she said.
Qin Langjun looked at her.
"Don't know?" he asked, a little strange.
Saturday Lang clicked his tongue impatiently.
"It's just a food, how could it have so many names?" he said.
Yes, but why didn't this girl say she didn't have a name, but instead said she didn't know the name?
What I don’t know means that it has a name. Since it has a name, it means it has an owner.
Its owner is not this girl?
Who is that?
Qin Langjun opened his mouth to ask, but Zhou Langjun interrupted him.
"I'm here to drink with you, not to talk about food and morality. It's boring." Zhou Lang picked up the wine bottle and gave it to him and said impatiently.
Changing the conversation about poetry to a conversation about food is appropriate!
Qin Langjun laughed. This is why, a scholar and a martial artist, a lame man and a strong young man. To outsiders, these two people who seem to be completely incompatible and should not have anything to do with each other have been good friends since childhood.
The rough and the fine, the elegant and the vulgar, just talk and get along with each other.
Qin Langjun picked up the wine bottle and drank directly.
Saturday Lang touched his palm.
"That's right." He smiled.
After three rounds of drinking, both of them were drunk and in high spirits after eating like this. Zhou Langjun proposed to go horseback riding outside the city to view the mountains. Qin Langjun could not walk due to illness, and he could temporarily enjoy the pleasure of running freely with the help of horses, so he also liked it.
While riding horses, the two hit it off immediately, greeted the waiter and went downstairs to leave the restaurant.
Banqin was allowed to follow.
"But I can't ride a horse." She said with some joy and some apprehension.
"What are you afraid of? Let me teach you." The other girl said with a smile.
Banqin blushed and played with the girl.
There are many people and cars on the street, and their group of handsome young men and maidservants are very eye-catching.
Not long after the carriage had been driving, a mighty shout was heard from the front, and the crowd of people miraculously dispersed, making way for them.
"Who is it?" The tipsy Liu Lang frowned. He was swayed by the crowd and was quite annoyed. "I am rushing to the outside of the city. Don't delay me on my way."
As he was about to leave, Qin Langjun in the carriage ahead quickly raised the curtain and waved to him.
"It is the support of Prince Jin'an." He said.
Liu Lang's drunkenness dissipated, he got off his horse and moved to the side of the road with everyone else.
Banqin squeezed in behind the crowd and was surprised to see the wise and elegant Qin Langjun, a brave young master, being so respectful.
In her eyes, these two people are probably the most powerful people in the world. Who can they be so respectful to?
"Is he a very big official?" She couldn't help but ask the girl next to her in a low voice.
She is indeed a little girl from the countryside.
"He is a county prince, a relative of the emperor." The girl whispered.
Banqin suddenly said, "He is a relative of the emperor, the most noble person in the world."
The prince's car arrived in front of him, and the people around him were crowded and looking around.
Being able to see the emperor's relatives, the capital city is indeed very powerful, Banqin stood on tiptoe to look at it with a little excitement.
A carriage with only the unique royal emblem, and solemn and majestic guards with murderous looks. As they move around, people sitting upright can be seen in the hanging curtains.
Described from the side, her hair is tied up in a jade crown, her face is vaguely solemn, and her nose is high and straight.
It passed by in a flash, and Banqin saw nothing clearly.
How can I see clearly? It's through the gauze curtain.
After the car drove away, the street market here returned to life.
Banqin and the girl squeezed past and followed closely beside Qin Langjun's carriage.
"Look twice more and you will be blessed." Qin Langjun said.
Saturday Lang shook his head on his horse.
"A woman's blessing, why are we men joining in the fun?" he said, smiling slightly.
Prince Jin'an was the eldest son of King Xiu. He entered the palace with his father when he was young and was hugged by the queen at that time. Not long after, the queen became pregnant. The emperor and the queen mother were overjoyed when it was difficult to have heirs. The queen gave birth to a prince, but it was only three months old.
He died in infancy. The following year, Prince Jin'an came to Beijing again and was played by the imperial concubine. Soon after, the imperial concubine was pregnant. The Queen Mother and the Emperor were overjoyed. From then on, they considered Prince Jin'an a lucky star and gave birth to the five-year-old Prince Jin'an.
It has been ten years since he was raised in the palace.
After the age of ten, he can no longer be in the presence of his concubines, but he is still raised in front of the Queen Mother. I don’t know if it is a coincidence or something. The emperor’s heirs are indeed smooth. So far, he has ten children. Although there are only two princes among them, for those who are over four years old,
The emperor who was able to become a father at the age of ten was already very satisfied.
The prince of Jin'an County was favored for this, and he was known as the boy who gave birth to his son among his concubines and concubines.
A young child would be happy to receive this title, but if a county prince is raised in the palace with this title and is about to reach adulthood, it doesn't seem so funny.
However, it is said that Prince Jin'an will be sent back to his father's fiefdom.
"He, speaking of it, is also a pitiful person." Qin Langjun murmured, looking at the honor guard that had gone away.
It was better not to talk about the royal matters, and the group quickly left the city gate.
Not long after, in the restaurant where Langjun Qin was just sitting on Saturday, seven or eight people rushed in anxiously, startling the waiter.
"Who is your guest..." Everyone rushed to ask.
The leading man in charge raised his hand.
The shopkeeper quickly stretched out his hand to catch the thrown coins.
Good guy, you spend a lot of money.
"What are your orders, sir?" the shopkeeper immediately said with a smile on his face, looking at the people in front of him, including two women in curtain hats and a girl.
"We are looking for someone." A woman wearing a curtain came out holding the girl and said in a serious voice.
At this time, in Jiangzhou, inside Xuanmiao Temple, the hustle and bustle of the outside world was isolated.
"Banqin."
Cheng Jiaoniang said under the tree and stretched out her hand.
The girl handed over a branch with a handkerchief wrapped around her head.
Cheng Jiaoniang took it and slowly sat on the futon. The girl looked at it nervously.
On the wet ground, as the branches moved, a word appeared tremblingly.
Although she didn't recognize the word, she knew it was the same word.
"Madam, madam, it's written, it's written." She couldn't help shouting.
Cheng Jiaoniang finished the last stroke steadily before her hands trembled. She exhaled and when she tried to write the second one again, she lost control of her hands and trembled, unable to write any words.
Cheng Jiaoniang sat upright and shook the branch in her hand.
"No, no," she said.
"Madam, I can already write one word. That's good. I can write two words tomorrow." The girl squatted down in front of her, held her knees and said happily, "No need to rush, no need to rush."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"I'm not in a hurry." She said, pointing to the writing on the ground with a branch, "I mean, this writing is not good."
The girl looked at the writing on the ground again. It was square and pretty.
"It's quite beautiful," she said, "it's better than what the gentlemen at home write on their copybooks."
Cheng Jiaoniang tapped her shoulder with a branch, looked up at the sky, but unfortunately she laughed without any intention.
She slowly looked away.
"Madam, what's this word?" the girl asked.
"Too much." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Tai?" the girl repeated, suddenly realizing, "Is it Taiping's Taiping?"
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Great, madam, practice hard and write the door plaque yourself." The girl stroked her palm and said, "Taiping, Taiping, what a good name. Does it mean praying for peace?"
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It's because I like to eat Taiping steamed buns." (To be continued)
