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Chapter 1,360 The Power of Hot Pot

Young Master Fusu made a willful request, and the Shadow Guards suffered. They had to sneak into Chang'an in the autonomous region and carefully monitor all targets that might become assassination factors.

However, everyone in Chang'an can become an assassin. There are too many people who hate Qin, and there are too many people to monitor them.

Zhang Han believed that a large army should be mobilized, otherwise Fusu would inevitably be in danger.

But time waits for no one, Fusu is already leaving.

You can take a train from Songhai City to Chang'an, but Zhang Han thinks it's not possible: "Your Highness, if there are bad guys setting up obstacles in the wilderness, the train will stop. Then they will surround the train with a large number of people and slowly strangle it. I'm afraid

I cannot protect the palace."

Fusu felt that it made sense, although he really wanted to take the train and had wanted to take it a long time ago.

Then change teams.

Duran actually didn't care, although he felt that the team was more conspicuous.

After setting off, Du Lan took Shao Siming with him and rode in a large carriage that could only be used by the Qin royal family. There were oil lamps and incense burners in the carriage, and there were also recreational books and snacks on the table.

It's just that the carriage is rickety, so it's not really enjoyable.

"Young Master, why are people of your generation so miserable?" Dulan really felt sorry for the rich people of this era, who couldn't enjoy any good things even if they had money.

Shao Siming said that she didn't know what Dulan wanted to express, but she also felt that the carriage was uncomfortable. After being with Dulan for a long time, her requirements became higher. Of course, how could the carriage be as comfortable as Wu Douyun? One is the human means,

One is a magical power from the Immortal family, which cannot be compared at all.

But Shao Siming didn't want to say anything to Dulan because she felt that Dulan was just looking for trouble and gained a sense of accomplishment by complaining, and she would lose if she answered.

I have to say that Shao Siming is really smart. She is definitely one of the few people who can see through Du Lan.

Shao Siming is still so quiet, so quiet that people ignore her.

After quietly sensing it, you can know that the convoy has been watched by someone since it left Songhai City, and the person following it is very capable and can't be discovered even though they are far away.

Robber Zhi, the Mohist family will never ignore such an important matter as the First Emperor's son inspecting the autonomous region. It's just that the Mohist family's methods are the best, and the tracking methods of other forces are not so high-end.

It's basically a relay.

"When did you say the first assassination would come?" Dulan looked at Young Siming and saw the gauze covering her face swaying back and forth with the carriage.

Shao Siming shook his head. She was not the moon goddess and could not tell fortunes.

"Why are you so depressed, little girl?"

Shao Siming rolled his eyes inwardly, is this her fault? It's obvious that the question you asked is nonsense, but she doesn't know the answer, so why is she so depressed? But she knows that she can't speak, and she will lose if she does.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter when he comes, let's eat." Du Lan conjured up a mandarin duck pot, half spicy and half fresh.

Gudong, although he is used to the exquisite delicacies of the Great Imperial Master's Palace, Shao Siming still couldn't help but swallow his saliva after seeing the hot pot. The hot pot is really delicious, but he doesn't eat it often.

"Have a meal."

This time, Shao Siming had a great reaction. She almost immediately sat down at the table with chopsticks in her hand, her eyes fixed on the hot pot. As soon as it started boiling, she would start immediately and never delay for a second.

Du Lan said that indeed his charm is not as great as food.

Fragrant, so fragrant...

The scent wafted outside the convoy, and even the thieves could smell it.

"What is so fragrant?" Pirate Zhixin said that this must be Fusu eating. The damn royal family of Qin, the food they eat is so fragrant, must be plundering the people's fat to enjoy it.

He was also hungry. Thieves Zhi rolled his eyes and thought he would steal some food from you as interest. However, he also thought that he could not scare the snake away. A small impatience would mess up a big plan. This time, many people wanted to assassinate Fusu. Although the Mo family had no plan, they still wanted to kill Fusu.

Don't hinder other people from doing their jobs.

"Damn, it smells so good. Well, let's forget it today, but I will eat it sooner or later." Thieves Zhi thought, and he took out the dry food and ate it with the aroma.

I couldn't walk anymore. The smell was too fragrant and aroused my greed. The Qin soldiers said that it was not such a torture. They were walking outside while the big shots were eating and drinking in the car. This was not fair.

Gugu~

Fusu was stunned and asked: "Is it thundering outside?"

Zhang Han looked embarrassed. This was not thunder. The soldiers were hungry and their stomachs were growling. His Highness did not smell it in the closed car, but the fragrance was already filling the courtyard outside. Zhang Han wondered if Dulan was

Refining spices in the car, otherwise how could it be so fragrant?

"What's the temperature? The smell is so good, I'm feeling hungry." Opening the curtain, Fusu finally smelled it too.

"It came from the Grand Master's car. He seems to be having a meal."

Fusu nodded: "I have indeed tasted exquisite food in the Imperial Master's Mansion these days, but it does not have such a fragrant aroma." "Stop the car."

Finally it stopped, the soldiers couldn't move at all.

Zombies are zombies. Dulan's carriage has been surrounded. The zombies are looking at the carriage eagerly, wishing they could climb up and eat with Dulan.

Shao Siming would only throw away his veil when he was enjoying delicious food, revealing his perfect oval face, with fair and rosy skin and extremely delicate skin. Now his cheeks are bulging, and his face looks happy.

She is still a child, about the same age as Shi Lan, but it is not easy to have children in this era, let alone beautiful girls.

Shi Lan has a heroic spirit about him, but Shao Siming has a sadness about him that even delicious food cannot dilute.

Fusu has never seen such food before. Thinly sliced ​​meat is poured into soup and then dipped in sauce. What is the way to eat it?

When Shao Siming saw Fusu coming up, he immediately became alert. She was not full yet, like a kitten guarding its food. Being around Dulan, she was always being pampered, and her courage became stronger.

Du Lan's method of doting on his children can easily turn them into selfish naughty children. Fortunately, all of Du Lan's daughters are beauties with stunning looks, so these little willfulness will only double their charm.

Of course, Fusu would not just eat for himself: "I wonder if the Imperial Master can also prepare hot pot for the soldiers?" "I will pay for all the expenses."

As expected, he was a kind gentleman, so Du Lan agreed and would help Su win over Su's people.

After the soldiers ate hot pot, they naturally became more devoted to Fusu. It was Fusu to be able to order the Grand Master to share such delicious food.

Zhang Han also respects Fusu even more. When he sees delicious food, he chooses to share it with others instead of keeping it to himself. This kind of magnanimity is not something ordinary people can have.

"They have eaten and are ready to fight." The first assassination is finally coming, but they will witness hell.

It is an unforgivable crime to disturb one's own delicious food. In order to keep the delicious food and continue to eat hot pot, the Daqin soldiers broke out with amazing fighting power.

I want to live, and there is still meat left to eat: "Kill!" The sword stabbed an enemy.

No one can resist eating hot pot, and no one can say "Kill, kill!" to kill the enemy with one blow.

Victory, dedicated to hotpot: "Kill, kill, kill!"

This is the battle of hot pot. In this battle, the world knows the power of hot pot.


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