When Su Lu left the palace, the lanterns were already on.
Zhuque Street was brightly lit and there was an endless stream of pedestrians. The wine shops and various shops were all brightly lit and full of diners.
Li Qing ascended the throne, listened to Su Lu's words, and announced the lifting of the curfew, allowing the people to have fun all night long.
Li Kun called Tudun'er to move Su Lu's wheelchair onto the carriage, but Su Lu refused. Such a lively scene could only be seen during the Yuan Dynasty, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Spring Festival in previous years. It would be too much to not walk around.
Pity.
Niba pushed the wheelchair, and a group of guards followed behind, slowly moving forward in the night market.
The candied haws hawker's voice is as bright as the sugar stuck on the candied haws. The crock pot soup stall exudes the fragrance, and the large intestines tumbling in the big pot at the stew stall make people salivate.
"Wontons, noodle soup, and pancakes."
"Chicken, duck soup, vermicelli soup."
"Spring rolls, shortbread, and ham."
All kinds of hawking sounds are endless.
The guardsmen from the North had never seen such a scene before. Li Kun walked away from the night market, which was half a mile away, to fifteen miles away.
Several guards dragged Li Kun and pointed their index fingers at those who were eating along the way. Li Kun's throat kept beating, but Su Lu didn't say anything, so he only dared to let his eyes rest.
"This duck blood vermicelli soup is really good. It is indeed a specialty in Han Dynasty."
A bold voice sounded from the stall in front, and a bearded man stood up boldly, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand, and shouted:
"Boss, let's have another bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup. It's really delicious."
Su Lu looked at the man sitting down and frowned slightly. The accent of this big man was not from Han, but he probably wasn't from Tang either. However, looking at the back of the man sitting at the same table with his back to him and eating happily, he seemed familiar.
"Second brother, we have been hungry for a long time, why don't we have a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup to satisfy our stomachs?"
Li Kun couldn't bear the entreaties of his brothers and came to ask Su Lu.
Su Lu glanced at the stall and nodded: "Let's go and eat at that stall. Foreign ministers all said it was delicious. It should taste good."
"Foreign Minister?"
Li Kun glanced at the few big men at the stall, held down the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his face was a little moved. Damn, it can't be so miserable, you can encounter assassins even if you have a meal.
When the boss saw a group of guards coming to eat, he immediately beamed with joy and came over and said:
"Fellow military lords, you have to eat. My Lao Li's duck blood vermicelli soup is one of the best in the capital. I guarantee that you will eat happily, drink comfortably, and have a lot of fun."
Hearing the boss's words, the figure sitting behind him eating turned around and met Su Lu's gaze. The big man threw away his chopsticks and stood up boldly, causing the table and bench next to him to rattle.
"Suhou, General Su, I haven't seen you for many days. Is Suhou... lame?"
General Wei, the envoy of the Tang State, looked at Su Lu, his black face full of surprise, and his eyes as wide as copper bells.
Su Lu told Li Kun: "Just eat here, give the brothers a toothpaste as a sacrifice, and bring some back later for the brothers in the mansion to eat."
The boss happily rolled up his sleeves and raised his voice by three points:
"Okay, objectively please take a seat, Yaomei, 14 servings of duck blood and vermicelli soup are ready to be served."
"I dare to ask you to be objective. I also have braised pork, pig head, pig face, pig ears, pork liver, pig intestines and pig hooves. Do you guys want to add some vegetables?"
Having said this, the boss lowered his voice, came over and said:
"I also have fine liquor from the North. It comes from the vast Tule prairie. The strong liquor that the horses drink is all good, right?"
Several guards became interested and mocked the boss for bragging. He was from the North, where he drank shitty Thule liquor. All Thule people drank mare's milk, okay?
There were more than a dozen people at the stall, and it suddenly became a mess.
Su Lu came to General Wei and asked, "General Wei, your envoy has returned to the post house. Why are you eating here alone?"
Before General Wei could speak, the two big men next to him became unwilling.
"It is said that Su Hou's poetry is unparalleled and his military formation is unparalleled, but in person, he is just mediocre."
"If we are eating here alone, are we not human beings?"
Su Lu was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"Forgive me, generals. It's just Su who is blind. General Wei has always been a loner in our capital. I didn't expect that he made an appointment with two good men this time."
General Wei interrupted the man who wanted to speak and introduced Su Lu:
"Master Marquis, these two are the envoys of the Western Qin Dynasty, the chief envoy Pu Chao and the deputy envoy Ma Yuan."
"They are all rude men!
Western Qin still doesn’t value Han, and the envoys they send are all such rude men. This is to show that they don’t want to be friends or neighbors with Han."
Pu Chao heard this and pushed General Wei, "Wei Huzi, you are still the same as before!
He wants to blackmail us whenever he gets the chance, and what he wants is wrong. Don't listen to his rumors, Marquis Su. I, Pu Chao, am the military envoy to the east of Guandong and have full authority to deal with the border disputes between our country Qin and Han."
"Deputy envoy Ma Yuan was appointed as the governor of Liangzhou. It is the Liangzhou poem in the poem written by Suhou. This word is very popular with the emperor of Qin. If Suhou is willing, our country is willing to use Liangzhou
The post of governor of the state is waiting for you."
"Just brag."
General Wei scolded his entourage and moved a stool for Su Lu to sit down. He introduced Su Lu and said:
"Master Hou, this is braised pork. The boss of this restaurant makes it very delicious. Every time I come to Han, I have to eat a few bowls of it."
Su Lu ordered a bowl of wontons and a few pancakes, and while eating he said:
"The three of you are guests from afar. I shouldn't offend you in any way, but this time my princess is enthroned, I hope you can give me some respect and don't cause trouble."
General Wei laughed, put the bowl in his hand on the table, and said angrily:
"I admire the Marquis's poems very much, but national affairs still have to be dealt with by force. I don't admire the Marquis's force."
Pu Chao stirred the stewed bowl with chopsticks, his voice also full of teasing:
"If the Marquis is willing to give up the foundation of the Han Dynasty and join our Great Qin, let alone give him some face. Even if he lends his power to help Li Qing ascend the throne, there will be no problem."
General Wei snorted coldly: "Pu Chao, do you want to die for poaching in front of me? The Marquis is a person that the Tang Dynasty values. If you dare to poach the Marquis, believe it or not, the Tang Dynasty will send troops to destroy you."
I will kill you Qin."
Ma Yuan sneered: "Wei Huzi, just talk and don't practice fake moves. You try it. I, the Qin Dynasty, is not a Han country that you can manipulate. Let's have a fight and see who can win."
Su Lu put down the wonton bowl, gnawed on the pancake, stood up and spoke.
"Since I don't want to give you face, let's meet the real chapter on the battlefield. Thank you both for your hospitality during this meal."
Su Lu made a move: "Just finish eating and leave."
Wei stood up with a numb beard: "Old Pu, there are many of you, please treat me."
Pu Chao chuckled and said, "Sorry, we have already paid. Boss, I don't know them. I want to ask him for money."
Wei Hu looked at Wei Jun who had slipped away in confusion, looked at the bowls piled on the table, touched his money bag, and his face was as dark as a pot sticker.
It's over this time, half a month's salary is gone...