A man was lowering his head and concentrating on pancakes, but because the formation was too intimidating, it probably scared away many customers, so there was no business.
Feng Dalun calmed down, maintained his aura, pointed at the man pancake-making, and asked: "Is this Li Siye?"
Ma Lian shook his head sadly: "No."
"Let me take another look," he said to himself, then moved his body left and right to look around, but the figure of the pancake man was blocking the door. The man was concentrating on making pancakes, and his movements were confusing. You could only peek from under his shoulders or arms.
The scene inside the door.
The horse's face was in a trance, and he could see Li Siye lying on his side on the ground, resting his head on his hands and looking very leisurely. Beside him sat a scholar sitting cross-legged, with his account book spread out and placed on his knees.
"I saw it, I saw it!" Ma Lian pointed in surprise and said, "He's lying in the store, and there's a counting room next to him."
He didn't notice the sullenness on Feng Dalun's face at all. Scarface stamped his feet angrily: "Damn it, you're a stinky cake seller! You're putting on such a big show! Even more grand than our boss Feng!"
Of course Li Siye, who was lying in the store, couldn't hear the curse, but the dozen or so big men guarding the door heard it. One of them immediately pointed at the scarred face and cursed: "What are you talking about! You bastard! Try another one!"
"You stinky cake buyer! So what if I tell you!"
Scarface rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward. Several young men stood shirtless and stood in front of the boss. A dozen vendors wielded wooden sticks and sharp knives. The two gangs faced each other on both sides of the street. A battle was about to break out.
Li Siye walked out of the shop with his hands folded in front of his chest. The pancake fire was rising in front of him, disrupting the ripples of air and making his facial expression somewhat distorted.
Big shots usually don't speak at this time, and the two parties only communicate with each other through eye contact to see whose aura can lose the upper hand.
The Xionghuo Gang didn't have many people coming to West Market today. Many people gathered around on the street. They didn't come to watch the show, but to earn contribution points.
Seeing that he was alone, Feng Dalun coldly ordered to the people beside him: "Let's go!"
Naturally, it is impossible for this chaos to break out. There is the West Market Department in the West Market and the Wuhou Pu of Jinwu Guard. If a fight breaks out, everyone will have to take official positions.
Li Siye winked at everyone, and they opened a path to let these people leave in despair.
The rude vendors did not forget to take the opportunity to shout: "Go away! The West Market is not the territory of your Xionghuo Gang!"
"That's all you have, right? I think you shouldn't be called the Bear Fire Gang, but the Bear Cargo Gang!"
Li Siye stood in front of the store and said to everyone with satisfaction: "Everyone performed well today. The president will make an exception and award each person a hundred contribution points."
The vendors let out lively cheers.
He turned and told Gao Shi, who was standing behind him: "Write it down now."
Gao Shi nodded and said in a low voice, approaching Li Siye: "I don't know how you got into trouble with the Xionghuo Gang. It's definitely not because of green onion pancakes and Liangpi. Brother Siye, you have to be careful. This Xionghuo Gang is on the ground in Chang'an City.
A very powerful force with a government background behind him."
Of course Li Siye knew that, otherwise the consort Yang Hui's people would not have found the Xionghuo Gang to deal with him. It would be time to choose a retreat and defect to the prince. But he was reluctant to join the prince Li Ying's camp. Because history has proved that
, the prince is bound to be defeated and die in the struggle with Concubine Wu Hui and the consort Yang Hui.
Can he change history? That's not certain.
Feng Dalun led everyone out of the West Market. With anger still lingering on his face, he said to the two men beside him: "I see that Li Siye has a stalwart figure and a bit of majesty. He doesn't look like someone who hangs out in the market.
."
The two of them didn't know why, so they didn't dare to talk nonsense.
"I originally wanted to help Luo Xingchang and ask him for a favor, but who would have thought that I would knock my front tooth. What kind of unlucky thing did this bastard Luo Xingchang encounter?"
He asked the two of them with a sullen face: "What do you think we should do?"
Scarface didn't have any brains, so he naturally stood aside without saying a word. Ma Lian stepped forward and said, "My subordinates have an idea. We can go to the West City Department to sue him for being a gangster and bullying the market. The vendors around him have a solid foundation.
They are all in the West Market. As long as he cannot survive in the West Market, the trees will fall and the hozens will scatter."
Feng Dalun tugged at the corner of his lips and muttered: "This is a way, you can try it, but it's a pity that it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. I hate that this person actually slandered me for stealing his food formula. Isn't this a slap on my head?"
?I think that I, Feng Dalun, have been doing big business in Chang'an for so many years, and getting involved in this kind of shit will only increase the ridicule of others."
Feng Dalun had a vague feeling that Luo Xingchang was hiding something from him. Today he saw this person with his own eyes. He was not as lonely as Luo Xingchang said. If he was really a bedbug, why couldn't he die after being beaten repeatedly?
Could it be that Li Siye was a general from the palace of a noble prince in Chang'an? How could he afford to offend these people? If Luo Xingchang dared to lay such a trap on him, he would have to pull him out and tear him apart.
It’s so embarrassing!
Go back and ask Luo Xingchang again to see how he answers.
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In the back hall of the Zichen Hall of the Daming Palace, the plump and elegant figures of the palace ladies are reflected on the discernible floor tiles. A eunuch holds a whisk in his hand to guide the way. The palace ladies hold gilt dragon-patterned plates in their hands, covered with chiseled flowers and twisted branches.
Wearing a grass-patterned silver mask, he walked toward the apse with graceful steps.
The court nobles of the Sui and Tang dynasties liked to use gold utensils and superstitiously believed that using gold bowls and plates could prolong life.
The pleated skirts of the palace maids are red and green, dragging on the ground and covering their feet. Therefore, when they walk, their steps are small, as long as the front hem of the skirt cannot be kicked. The small steps of opera actresses when they come on stage are probably from here.
Learned.
After all, there was an opera artist living in the Daming Palace, the founder of Liyuanxing.
Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji was sitting cross-legged in the study room of the back hall. On the desk with his head raised were a penholder and an inkstone, as well as two seals. In his hand was a memorial written on hard yellow paper, from Pei Yaoqing, the minister of Huangmen, Tongzhongshumenxiapingzhangshi.
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Li Longji coldly threw the paper aside, and Gao Lishi came over just in time, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please have a meal first."
The emperor rubbed his temples with his fingers, stretched his legs and said, "That's fine."
Gao Lishi personally knelt forward, put on His Majesty's boots, and led him into the right hall.
A black Persian cat jumped back and forth in the palace, passing under the skirt of the palace maid. Its amber eyes were arrogant and ignored everyone. In the emperor's palace, only animals did not have to obey the rules.
The maids brought the gold plate to the table, took off the silver cover, and revealed the sumptuous dishes.
The richness is only relative to the same period. In fact, there is nothing to eat. The roasted suckling sheep needs Tianzhu pepper to remove the smell. Beef is banned. Of course, the emperor must set an example. The rest of the vegetarian dishes are lackluster. Of course, there is also the raw fish that was later introduced to Japan.
piece.
Gao Lishi held a small celadon plate and tasted all the food with silver chopsticks in his hands. Li Longji had to wait patiently.
Emperor Li Tang advocated Taoism and did not like meat and fish. Li Longji usually ate rice soup with longan, red dates and minced meat. Gao Lishi personally filled a bowl and brought it to him, adding half a piece of flax cake and a piece of pancake.
The dish was pushed in front of him.
"Your Majesty, after all your hard work, you'd better eat more."
Li Longji nodded, stretched out his chopsticks to put some sesame pancakes on the plate, and saw a golden pancake on both sides lying on the plate, with dark green chopped green onions mixed in.
"How come I've never seen this kind of cake before? Are you sure it was created by the royal chef in the palace?"
Gao Lishi bowed and replied: "No, Your Majesty, this is a newly popular cake in the market, called thousand-layer green onion cake. The slaves specially collected it and presented it to Your Majesty."
Li Longji smiled: "The strong man is determined."
He picked it up with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times and said, "Well, although it's a little greasy, it has a unique taste, it's soft, crispy and fragrant."
The emperor's appetite greatly increased, and he drank two more bowls of rice porridge. He crossed his legs and asked Gao Lishi: "Is there anything new or strange news happening in Chang'an recently?"
Gao Lishi lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile: "Speaking of strange stories, there is indeed one, and it is related to His Majesty's consumption of this green onion pancake."
"Oh, tell me."
"This cake was created by Li Siye, a villager from Gaoling, Jingzhao. However, when he brought this skill to the Western Capital, he was coveted by the powerful locals in Chang'an who wanted to rob him. Li Siye had no choice but to teach this skill to everyone.
Vendors at the Western Market."
"Nonsense," Li Longji pointed at the green onion pancake in front of him and said, "Although this thing has a unique taste, it is actually no different from Biluo Hu pancake. After a little thinking, you can deduce the recipe, so why snatch it?"
"Your Majesty is wise," Gao Lishi said with an apologetic smile: "My servant also heard about this matter. It was passed down by word of mouth among the people. Naturally, it should not be believed. However, my servant also heard that this strong man who made cakes also had a skill. According to legend, he was a Qin man.
This dried skin delicacy has been lost for thousands of years. I heard that the skin is as white as jade in color and smooth in the mouth. Especially in this hot summer, it is even more refreshing."
After Gao Lishi said these words, his throat moved involuntarily.
Li Longji raised his head and looked at him sideways, stroking his beard and smiling: "Hearing what you said makes me a little greedy. I will give you an order later to summon this person to the palace."
Gao Lishi came close to the emperor and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, no fish or dragon has submerged himself for a long time..."