Lin Ye asked Xumi Pianruo to take a fancy to Lin Fangchu, and Xumi Pianruo made arrangements.
But everyone in Dali Temple didn't seem to believe that anyone would dare to come here to commit murder.
Most of the people in Dali Temple were trained by Xumi Pianruo himself, and they can be considered loyal.
This place is now heavily guarded, and the weapons in the hands of the law guards are also special weapons that can kill great practitioners.
But now that Xumi Pianruo gave the order, everyone began to become nervous and prepared.
At this moment, in this still chilly night, Lin Ye and Xumi Pianruo were clinking glasses.
The room is very warm because there are two small stoves.
What was warming on one stove must be wine, at least it was an old wine pot that looked pretty good, while dumplings were cooking on the other stove.
On such a slightly chilly night, drinking two glasses of old wine and eating some hot dumplings seems to be the ultimate enjoyment for ordinary people.
What Xumi Pianruo didn't know was that this was also the ultimate enjoyment in Lin Ye's heart.
When he was in Wuwei County, Lin Ye's favorite thing was to have a drink with her mother-in-law at night like this.
The mother-in-law drank a small cup of medicinal wine, while he held a bowl of small pear soup.
In that steaming little pot, the dumplings are tumbling in the water, which is the shortest and most beautiful expectation in the world.
"Why do northerners like eating dumplings so much?"
Xumi Pianruo asked.
Lin Ye replied: "Probably because dumplings are one of the few meals that the whole family can participate in and cook together."
Xumi Pianruo was slightly lost in thought because of this answer. He had never thought in this direction.
He couldn't understand why northerners must eat dumplings during festivals.
He doesn't think that kind of thing is very delicious, let alone how high-end it is.
He always felt that eating dumplings during reunions was just a custom of northerners with only symbolic meaning.
Lin Ye's words forced him to think about it, and then he realized that there did seem to be some truth to it.
Eating stir-fry as a family?
There will always be only a few people, maybe even one person working in the kitchen, while everyone else is chatting.
Even if you want to help, ordinary people don't have so many large stoves, so the dishes are fried one by one.
Lin Ye said: "You southerners all like to eat hot pot. It's probably the same reason."
In Xumi Pianruo's mind, the family was still sitting together, rolling out the dough and making dumplings.
He picked up a dumpling and took a bite. It was very hot, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
He was a little sad, sad in contentment.
From very early on, their family spent less time together and more time apart.
Mother and father were still in the countryside, and my younger brother went to lead the army. He was at Dali Temple in Geling.
When he was a child, eating hot pot at home was a time when he and his brother would not feel any objection to cooking together.
Those who cut meat cut meat, and those who wash vegetables wash vegetables.
"General, you... must have experienced many separations."
Xumi Pianruo suddenly said something.
Lin Ye was startled for a moment, then nodded calmly.
However, this calmness was like a sharp thing, which stung Xumi Pianruo's heart.
If someone hadn't experienced too many separations, how could he express such sentiments at Lin Ye's age?
Northerners always give some meaning to the most common pasta.
For example, old people often say that the dumplings coming in are the same as the noodles coming out. The dumplings coming in mean reunion, and the noodles coming out mean smooth things.
"drink wine."
Xumi Pianruo picked up the wine glass with both hands.
Lin Ye also held a cup with both hands and clinked it with Xumi Pianruo, and the two young men drank the hot wine in one gulp.
"Tell me something else."
Xumi Pianruo smiled and said: "This is the first time I have discovered that my state of mind is not so rock-solid."
He looked at Lin Ye: "The general said that something will happen if Lin Fang goes out tonight. Is it because those people don't know if Lin Mufu has any evidence?"
Lin Ye nodded.
This is one of them.
It was also for this reason that Shi Jintang hid Lin Fang for one night.
Shi Jintang is forcing those members of the noble old clan to take action in the most dangerous places.
He used this trick to hide Lin Fang, which forced the Xungui family to think about whether Lin Fang had any evidence.
Xumi Pianruo asked: "General, do you think there are people from them in Dali Temple?"
Lin Ye nodded again.
Just like the cowardly army back then, on the surface, it looked like a team that people from the noble old clan couldn't get into, but in fact, it wasn't that difficult for them to send people in.
His Majesty personally watched it, and General Liu Jigong personally checked it. It took a lot of effort to create a team. It can't guarantee purity. How can a place like Dali Temple be truly pure?
Those people who wanted to kill Lin Fangchu would never resort to force-breaking attacks.
Lin Ye asked Xumi Pianruo to mobilize all the people he could mobilize to guard it. It seemed airtight, but in fact, he was giving those people a chance.
At this moment, a law guard hurried in from outside and said in a low voice to Xumi Pianruo: "Sir, a noble person is here."
Xumi Pianruo looked at his subordinates, and for a moment he couldn't figure out which nobleman would come back to Dali Temple so late.
Is this noble person here a cover-up to cover up the people who want to kill Lin Fangchu, or is he unable to resist coming to find out the news?
But seeing Lu Wei's expression, he suddenly reacted.
Xumi Pianruo asked: "Where is the noble man?"
Lu Wei replied: "The one who came in through the back door will be there soon."
Lin Ye and Xumi Pianruo looked at each other and stood up at the same time.
Before leaving the house, the emperor, dressed in casual clothes and wearing a large hooded cloak, arrived at the door.
Lin Ye and Xumi Pianruo hurriedly wanted to salute, but the emperor lifted his hat back and said, "You're all exempt."
After finishing speaking, the emperor saw the warm wine and boiled dumplings on the table.
"whispering sound......"
The emperor took off his cloak, and Gu Xiujin behind him quickly caught it.
The emperor didn't say anything else. He walked directly to the table and sat down. After waiting for a while, when he saw the two guys still standing there, he snorted: "You don't want to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks?"
Xumi Pianruo looked at Lin Ye, who said: "Look at what I do, this is your territory."
Xumi Pianruo immediately asked someone to prepare the dishes, but her heart was beating.
His Majesty suddenly came to Dali Temple. Logically speaking, this should not be done. A small Lin Fang came out, and His Majesty would not come to see it in person.
Your Majesty, what I want to see is probably related to what General Lin just said.
His Majesty also guessed that there would be thieves in Dali Temple, and probably wanted to see with his own eyes how far this supposedly pure Dali Temple had been infiltrated.
"What kind of stuffing?"
The emperor asked.
Lin Ye replied: "Pork and leeks."
The emperor smiled and looked back at Xumi Pianruo: "Why are you so slow?"
Before Xumi Pianruo could answer, the emperor seemed impatient and took Lin Ye's chopsticks and picked out a dumpling from the steaming pot with water splashing.
Blowing the hot air, the emperor took a bite, and then nodded: "It's delicious, but it's a little bit overcooked."
He was not polite and took out all the dumplings in the pot.
Xumi Pianruo quickly stepped forward and poured the emperor a glass of wine. The emperor looked at it and seemed to have no interest in the wine.
His men brought new bowls and chopsticks, and the emperor pointed at Lin Ye: "Just give it to him."
After saying that, he continued to eat. Those dumplings obviously couldn't satisfy the emperor's appetite at this time.
He was handling government affairs and reviewing memorials until late at night. The palace prepared something, but the emperor didn't want to eat it.
In Zina's words...too exquisite.
"Any more?"
The emperor asked.
Lin Ye nodded: "Yes, I can make some more fillings. There was some filling left just now."
The emperor said: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Lin Ye went to wash his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and kneaded the dough beside him.
When Lin Ye rolled out the dough, the emperor turned sideways, picked up the dough and started wrapping it, his movements natural.
At this moment, Xumi Pianruo suddenly and inexplicably understood the special meaning of dumplings at certain times.
He stepped forward and took some dough to make dumplings. He refused to lose to the emperor, he just wanted to compete with whoever was faster.
"It seems like it has been five or six years since I last made dumplings, and I was with the imperial concubine."
The emperor muttered to himself.
He looked at Lin Ye: "What about you?"
Lin Ye replied: "It's been a long time. It was when I first arrived in Yunzhou."
The emperor asked: "Have you picked up Zina?"
Lin Ye replied: "Shortly after I picked up Zina."
The Emperor paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and asked Lin Ye: "Can you wrap wheat ears?"
Wheat ears are dumplings shaped like wheat ears. They are very beautiful.
Lin Ye said: "I am clumsy. My mother-in-law once taught me how to do it when I was in my hometown. But I am not good at making clothes and I am not pretty."
The emperor smiled, proudly.
He wrapped it beautifully.
He also said as if talking to himself: "I have liked making dumplings since I was a child, because at that time, my family was also poor, and I could only eat dumplings during the New Year and festivals."
"That is the most solemn and ceremonial meal in my heart, so I will always try my best to make the dumplings more beautiful. The late emperor will praise me every time..."
Having said this, the emperor's hand paused.
Lin Ye can understand.
Xumi Pianruo was stunned. He had forgotten that the emperor lived in poverty when he was a child.
Maybe it's because the supreme man in front of him has been supreme for decades, so people ignore how ordinary he once was.
"At that time, my house was an adobe house and the yard was not big. I planted two small patches of leeks in the yard. Leeks are really a good thing."
The Emperor said: "Don't worry. Once you cut a crop, another crop will grow. Don't be afraid that it will freeze to death in the winter. It will grow back on its own when it gets warmer."
Having said this, the emperor smiled.
This smile is a little complicated, a little sad, and a little happy.
The emperor handed Lin Ye a perfectly symmetrical and beautiful wheat dumpling: "How do you like it?"
Lin Ye took it and said, "My lord, I am ashamed of myself."
The emperor smiled again.
After making the dumplings, the emperor turned sideways to face the wine table and looked at the still warm wine.
"When I was a child, I would warm the late emperor's wine on New Year's Day. It was the only time the late emperor drank alcohol in a year."
He exhaled slowly.
"What are you two staring at?"
The emperor looked at the two people: "Cook."
Xumi Pianruo responded quickly, a little confused.
The emperor reached out and picked up the warm wine bottle, put it under his nose and smelled it.
Frowning: "What is this?"
Lin Ye replied: "Xiao Diaoli Soup."
The emperor sighed: "How can I punish you two?"
Xumi Pianruo said quickly: "Your Majesty has also seen it. The general and I are two rare good children. Your Majesty, please don't punish us. How can I and the general dare to drink at this time?"
At this moment, there was suddenly some noise outside the door, like rapid footsteps.