Chapter two hundred and ninety third leg of lamb is it not fragrant?
The sky was pitch dark, dotted with starlight. Li Siye returned home in the dark and knocked on the door of his house.
"Who is it?" Aunt Wu's voice sounded in the yard.
"I!"
Aunt Wu ran out and opened the door herself, and asked in surprise: "Alang, have you drank a lot?"
"Did you smell it?" As he spoke, he led the horse towards the backyard.
"Alang, I'll ask two people to wait for you to go back and rest."
"No need, you can sleep alone and don't worry about me."
Li Siye led Hei Pang to the stable and returned to the yard. His stomach was burping with wine. After drinking a lot of wine, there was no trace of meat on it, which made him feel a little empty.
There were no leftovers in the kitchen, but I still went in with hope. The stove was indeed empty, the cauldron on the stove had been cleaned, and there was only a leg of lamb hanging on the beam.
"Li Lang, you didn't eat?" Li Siye turned around and saw Li Twelve Niang standing at the door of the kitchen, her eyes like water leaning against the door frame. She didn't have a sword behind her, and her figure was slightly thin.
"Oh, I drank a lot and wanted to find something to soothe my stomach."
"Let me roast the leg of lamb for you."
"No, no need."
She had already walked over, stood on tiptoes under the leg of lamb, reached out and untied it, put it on the cutting board, and used a boning knife to cut open the meat. He grabbed a handful of salt from the salt shaker and put it on the
Crush the wild onions in an iron bowl with a hammer, then cut the wild onions into small pieces, add a few grains of dried pepper and add them to the salt and pound them into powder.
Li Siye stood aside quietly and watched, watching Li Twelve Mother sometimes raising her hand to fiddle with the hair hanging from her forehead. She was very focused at the moment. When a woman is focused, she usually has a kind of demure beauty.
She squatted down, her silk skirt hanging on the ground, reached out to take out dry firewood from the firewood nest under the stove, and put it in from the stove hole on the side. She lit the grass blades with a fire stick and threw it into the stove hole, red and yellow flames.
It started to beat, and another burst of white smoke caused by wet dry wood came out, submerging her in the white mist.
She raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, made a series of coughs, and quickly wiped her tears. The whole kitchen was filled with smoke.
Li Siye walked over quickly, lifted up the pig iron lid to cover the stove hole, squatted on the ground and pulled the bellows, and the dense smoke from the fireworks gradually dissipated on the top of the beam.
Twelve Niang's face was choked with black ash, her tears flowed down her face, but her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, she looked down at him and smiled stupidly.
She skewered the marinated lamb legs on iron skewers, held them with linen cloth between her hands and turned them back and forth, so that the lamb was fully seared and the aroma gradually came out.
Twelve Niang brought the roasted lamb leg to her mouth and sniffed it intoxicatedly, "Yes, it smells very good." She stretched it towards Li Siye, who opened his mouth and took a bite, and nodded in agreement: "Sure enough, it is.
It's very fragrant, you should try it too." She took it with both hands, glanced at Li Siye, took a bite on the upper part of the lamb leg, turned the position around, and handed it to him again.
Her heart was beating fast, and her face turned red as she watched Li Siye bite the spot she had bitten. Her heart seemed to be surging, and she couldn't control herself, so she subconsciously licked her lips.
"You're still hungry. Here, I'll give you the leg of lamb. Let me take a few more bites."
Twelve Niang took it shyly, lowered her head and took two hurried bites at the spot where Li Siye had bitten her, then handed it back to him suddenly, then staggered out of the kitchen with her skirt in hand.
Li Siye was stunned for a moment, and he was astonished. How could he have an accident after eating a leg of lamb?
After a while, Li Siye turned around and closed the kitchen door, returned to his room in the main house, reached out to cover the partition, and placed the lamp brought from outside on the desk. He sat cross-legged in front of the desk and began to think carefully about today.
The information obtained, as well as the subtle relationships among people within Anxi.
It seems that Gao Xianzhi and Fu Meng Lingcha have a close relationship, at least much deeper than themselves and Fu Meng Lingcha. The friendship between the two may have been very deep in the past. In the future, once Fu Meng Lingcha becomes the governor of Anxi, Gao Xianzhi will develop his ambitions.
The opportunity has come. He cannot get around this situation. He can only wait in line behind Gao Xianzhi, at least for now.
He gave Gao Xianzhi the suggestion of a white wolf, but it seemed that General Gao didn't take it to heart. Since others didn't care, he didn't need to take the initiative to join in. Attitude was very important, otherwise there would have been so many hermits hiding in the mountains in ancient times.
What is he doing here, isn't it just to raise his own self-esteem? Although he does not raise his own self-esteem, he cannot be summoned at any time as a jingle cat.
After making these plans, he took off his futou, took off his footbags, blew out the oil lamp, pulled the quilt over him and lay down, soon snoring evenly.
In the early morning of the next day, Li Siye rode out of Qiuci City on his black fat horse. As soon as he entered the gate of Tiaodang camp, a strong horse ran up in the distance. The man on the horse stretched out his palm and greeted loudly: "General Li
, General Li! Please stay!"
He stopped, handed the horse's rein to the soldier guarding the camp gate, turned around and waited for the man to come galloping towards him on horseback.
Chasing him was Cao Canjun, the original Fa of the Duhu Mansion, and Cao Zhenqing, the current Recorder of the Army. Cao Canjun usually did not ride much, so he was not used to the bumpy rides. He rubbed his stomach after falling off the horse and was panting.
"Li, General Li and Fu Mengdu sent me to see you, saying that we have something important to discuss."
Li Siye raised his head and thought that Gao Xianzhi might have heard about the matter of repairing the inn, so he relayed it to Fumeng Lingcha. Now that he sent someone to come to the door, he might have the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse.
Li Siye clenched his fist and punched Cao Zhenqing on the back several times, causing him to cough out the cold air he had eaten during the bumpy journey. He said, "You, the matter is not urgent. Why are you chasing after me out of breath?"
Cao Zhenqing was surprised and asked: "Do you know what it is?"
Li Siye put his hands behind his back and nodded: "I probably know. Let's take a drink of water and rest in the camp first. We will leave for the Protectorate later."
He was about to set off back to Kucha City before he sat down in the camp, but he was in a good mood. He was riding his black fat horse slowly on the road, looking at the dense forests in the distance, and the wind blowing green sounds like sea waves.
Cao Zhenqing was at the side but couldn't calm down. Li Siye was so leisurely that he kept Fumeng Duhu waiting for a long time. Wouldn't he be tired of walking around? Fumeng noticed that this person didn't have a very good temper, and he would scold others when he was anxious.
However, this Li Siye is different from what he used to be. He already has the rank of fourth-grade casual official. He does not dare to urge him openly, but he is just a little more eager for his horse.
"Cao Canjun, don't worry, I have a good idea about this matter, let's go slowly."
After spending an hour on the road, the two finally arrived at the Duhu Mansion. Cao Zhenqing extended his hand to invite him to go to the palace courtyard. Bai Xiaode, who was carrying two guns, was guarding the gate.
"Commander Bai, the Protector asked me to go and ask General Li to discuss matters. Can we go in?"
Bai Xiaode crossed his arms to Li Siye, nodded and said: "General Li, Cao Canjun, please!"
The two walked through the courtyard, walked into the palace, walked around the pillars, and arrived at the end of the corridor.
Cao Zhenqing stood outside the partition and reported: "I have invited General Li here due to my humble duty."
"Come in."
Cao Zhenqing crossed his hands towards Li Siye and slowly retreated with lingering fear. Seeing him like this, he was afraid that he would be scolded by Fumeng Lingcha.
Li Siye smiled, stretched out his hand to push open the partition, and after entering the door, he bowed to his husband Meng Lingcha and crossed his hands and said: "Li Siye, who is of humble rank, please see Fumeng Duhu."
"Siye, I've told you many times, you don't need to be polite."
Fumeng Lingcha stroked his beard and stood up from the desk, extended his hand to invite him: "Please sit down and talk."
Li Siye bowed again and crossed his hands, then dragged a futon from the side, knelt down on it and crossed his hands and asked: "I don't know if you have summoned me to come here, what are your orders?"
"Siye, I'm quite used to staying at the Baimahe Tiaodang Camp, but is there anything you don't feel comfortable with?"
"No, everything is fine."
"I've never seen your new home. Are your family getting used to it?"
"Thank you, Protector, for your concern. Everything is fine."
Fumeng Lingcha stroked his beard and coughed, then said with a calm smile: "Today Gao Xianzhi came to my study to perform his duties, and he accidentally mentioned that you seemed to have told him yesterday that you don't need to pay any money from the treasury of the Anxi Protectorate.
Expanding the post station on Anxi Commercial Road and arresting sand bandits. Is this really the case? That’s why I came to you specifically to inquire in detail."
(ps: Thanks to the distant 123 starry sky, a fat man from Inner Mongolia became popular and rewarded.)