MTL - Golden Stage-Chapter 30 Crevice

In front of the Hall of Yang Xin, Yan Xiaohan passed by General Jin Wuwei who had just retired from the hall.

Jin Wuwei was in trouble one after another. As an official, Yi Siming couldn't blame him. What's more terrible was that the trust he had built up easily in the emperor's heart plummeted. After all, Jin Wuwei had little experience and experience. The emperor was willing to use them to kill chickens. But when it was time to slaughter cattle, the first thing that came to mind was Feilongwei.

People who fear are not greedy or treacherous, but "unusable."

Yan Xiaohan had just been reminded by Fu Shen, so he paid special attention. He hadn't seen Yi Siming for a while, and at first glance he almost didn't recognize it. The man's face was pale and blue, his eye sockets were sunken, and his expression was dark and sullen. When looking at each other, his eyes turned out to be inexplicable.

Yan Xiaohan remembered that he was the same age as himself, but the two stood together, and the difference was more than a difference.

"General Yi."

The North and South embargoes will no longer deal with it, and the two Shangguans will have to say hello when they meet on the road. Yan Xiaohan bowed his hand as a gift. Who knew Yi Siming didn't pay back or speak, so he stared at him so gloomily for a while and turned away.

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

The **** who brought him into the palace was the newly-loved father-in-law Liu Ji. Recently, he quickly smashed the field and said, "The emperor is angry, and General Yi is afraid that he will not be able to do it in a hurry. Therefore, the number of courtesies is too small, and adults will take more care. The burden of finding the killer and finding out the truth is all on the shoulders of adults. "

Tian Tong, who had served in Yuqian before, was kicked away by Yan Xiaohan for a long time. Now Liu Ji stepped on Tian Tong to join Yuqian. He knew who he had borrowed, so he was very kind to Yan Xiaohan.

He watched the young flying dragon Wei Qincha make his steps calmly walk into the Yangxin Hall. He thought that Duan Ling had covered the sky with one hand in the palace. Yan Xiaohan was his righteous son, and he had risen all the way since he entered the palace. Glory is enduring. The holy family is like this, Tian Tong ’s uncontrollable stupid man even wants to fight him. Is n’t this old life star hanging, is it too long?

There is also General Jin Wuwei's Yi Siming, who looks like a coffin board with a rigid face today. At first glance, he has a red eye with a heart higher than life and thinner than paper.

Emperor Yuantai's complexion is not very good. He is probably old and has many annoying things. He looks pale and yellow, and his eyes are loose. Yan Xiaohan saluted, he narrowed his eyelids and asked lightly, "Do you know everything?"

Yan Xiaohan: "The minister has asked people to collect files, and asked family members and witnesses present, etc., to try to find out the truth as soon as possible, and arrest the murderer. Please rest assured."

Emperor Yuantai remained silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

"Foreigners do things, after all, it is better for you to let me worry." It seemed as if the breath that was being held out suddenly leaked, and Yuan Tai emperor even took a bit of concession, "Dream, the day before yesterday, you are wronged. . "

Yan Xiaohan said busyly: "Dare, Your Majesty is heavy."

In fact, he was not quite sure what Yuan Taidi said, but it was always right to be modest. Yuan Taidi thought for a moment and asked, "I heard that Fu Shen is not in Beijing?"

Yan Xiaohan said: "Under his Majesty, Jingning Hou was reluctant to stay in the Weichen Mansion, and the wedding was moved to a residence outside the city on the next day. He thought that he would live in another residence at the beginning of the marriage. Italian, so I stayed in Bezhuang a few days ago. "

"You're doing well." Emperor Yuan Tai exaggerated him and sighed with emotion, "Fu Shen ... No wonder he didn't want to stay in Beijing."

The iron-clad general was ruined by his future, and he was forced to marry a man. For the sadness of Beijing, Fu Shen was willing to stay long to blame.

Yan Xiaohan checked his words and seemed to understand Yuan Taidi's mentality.

Yuan Taidi asked, "What were Fu Shen doing before you returned?"

Is Yan Xiaohan wondering: "This ..."

Emperor Yuan Tai: "What's wrong? Anyway, frankly."

Yan Xiaohan was strangely silent for a while, but stopped talking, and finally said embarrassingly: "Jingning Hou needs to rest and do nothing. Now he is in the village ... growing vegetables and raising chickens and ducks, and-"

Yuan Tai distraught: "What else?"

Yan Xiaohan coughed and said, "Salted duck eggs."

Yuan Taidi: "..."

"Pickled salted duck eggs?" Yuan Taidi couldn't believe it. "He, why did he suddenly think of this?"

The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. At that time, people are proud that their hands do not touch the spring water, and the status of the kitchen is extremely low. Fu Shen, a spoiled male brother of Zhong Ming Ding Shi's House, is so big that he has never even entered the kitchen. Why is he suddenly whimsical and pickled salted duck eggs?

He just pickled a flower, and that was also a salted duck egg. Should he be called "Salt Egg General" if he passed it out, wouldn't he be ashamed? !!

Yan Xiaohan broke the pot and smashed all the tricks: "The chef of the villa is from Jiangnan, and the head of Jingning was in the north. I didn't know that the salted duck eggs in Jiangnan were all pickled."

"According to Jingning Hou, when he was in the army, most of the salted duck eggs he ate were bitter or smelly, and half of the ten were oil-free. He thought that all salted duck eggs in the world were like this ... Now I know that the southern curing method is different, so I want to try it myself. "

Emperor Yuan Tai felt funny at first, and the smile faded when he heard that time in the army. In the end, there was only complete silence, a little solitude, and almost insignificant guilt.

Yan Xiaohan saw that he was speechless, as if out of breath, softly: "Your Majesty?"

Emperor Yuan Tai squinted his eyes slightly and murmured: "Jingning Hou, Fu Jingyuan ..."

At that time, he watched the young general go back on the golden stage, and his inner taste was similar to that at the moment. But at that time, no one of them had expected that one day, Jingning Hou and Yuan Taidi would go to very different ends.

This time, I never looked back.

For a long time, Emperor Yuan Tai said: "After a while, when the feast of the Longevity Festival, you ask him to come back."

Yan Xiaohan looked down, covering the flash of ridicule at the bottom of his eyes, respectfully said: "Thank you for your grace."

"There is nothing else, you step back."

Yan Xiaohan saluted again. Just before he was about to retreat, Leng Wufang suddenly stopped him and asked, "Fu Shen's salted duck egg ... how is it pickled?"

Yan Xiaohan stopped, thought for a moment, and replied: "Without concealing your Majesty, Yi Chen's humble opinion may be ... not so good."

Yuan Taidi sat up straight: "Huh? Tell me."

"The hand is too strong," Yan Xiaohan said calmly, "a basket of duck eggs has not been sealed yet, and he has been crushed by two."

Yuan Taidi finally laughed. Yan Xiaohan bowed out of the hall.

The warm wind blows in the spring, and his back is even cold. Yan Xiaohan walked alone on the road of the blue brick palace. The more he thought about it, the more he felt ironic. In the end, he couldn't help laughing.

The **** passing by saw him looking like a maniac, creepy with a smile, scared away from him, and dare not move in front of him, for fear of touching the mold of this lunatic.

Yuan Taidi is really old now, and he has learned to remember and regret it.

The mess caused by Jin Wuwei couldn't help himself, and turned back to find Yan Xiaohan. At this time, Emperor Yuan Tai finally knew who was the capable official. He felt that while aggrieved by Yan Xiaohan, he thought of Fu Shen, and then was flickered by Yan Xiaohan in a few words. At last, Yuan Taidi's sacred heart made of copper cast iron finally produced a little guilt.

Perhaps in his impression, Fu Shen has always been tough and rarely voluntarily gave in. Therefore, Fu Shen left Beijing to rest in peace and even hide the pastoral salted duck eggs, which are rare sights in Yuan Taidi's eyes. Because of this, he can finally take pity on the disabled general who returned to the field and even moved his heart, and he was particularly gracious and gave him a chance to return to Beijing.

"It's a real laugh," Yan Xiaohan thought disrespectfully, "why don't you want to think of who forced him into this?"

After all, the emperor is the emperor, and only feels guilty for a moment, but he can never let it go. Yan Xiaohan knew that he couldn't see Fu Shen well, even if he was gifted with salted duck eggs.

Fortunately, there is no need to make too many concessions. As long as he tells him that the salted duck eggs were not successfully salted, Yuan Taidi will think he is his fantasy and suspicion. Fu Shen is a mortal, after all, good at leading wars. On the battlefield, isn't even a salted duck egg badly pickled?

This logic is silly and ridiculous, but it is this malformed satisfaction that is enough to pry a gap in the layers of iron shackles that bind Fu Shen.

In a sense, Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen are a perfect match, Fu Shen is a general, Yan Xiaohan is a personal talent, the ability to survive in the Jedi, and the reversal of the desperate situation is exactly the same.

After walking out of the palace gate and walking dozens of steps north, the Flying Dragon Guard House was near. Yan Xiaohan converged with a smile and pushed in the door. The crowd around the hall seemed to see something rare and got up one after another: "Master!"

"My lord is back!"

"Thank goodness!"

Yan Xiaohan questioned: "Huh? Thank you?"

The youngest member of Feilongwei, Tang Guo, who is in charge of the "North Prison" Shenxing Division, is a honest and honest child. He heard Yan Xiaohan's questions and immediately sold his colleagues without hesitation: "They said that you The sky does n’t come, it ’s taken away by the monsters. The gas is gone. Now you return safely, of course, thank God for blessing. "

After saying this, he also said a prayerfully "Southern Amitabha Buddha."

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

There was a dead silence in the courtyard, and Wei Xuzhou and others were betrayed. They consciously stood in a row against the wall roots, dejected, and trembled.

Yan Xiao's cold sneer: "Really, my wine has been poured into the dog's belly? I counted three times and consciously."

After three beeps, all the dragons in the yard brushed over the wall, like a row of big monkeys, squatting sadly on the narrow wall.

This is a bad move that Yan Xiaohan came up with after taking office as Qincha. There is not only an official of Feilongwei in the north, but the six gates of the army are all on the same street. As long as someone passes by, you can see the generals hanging on the wall in the wind.

You can also hear the gloating laughter on the street across the wall: "Yo, Lao Wei, was you hung up by the wall again?"

Tang, who sold his colleagues, looked up and watched for a while, then turned to go back to the house, but saw Yan Xiaohan still standing there: "Xiao Tang, why go?"

Tang Guo stared at him innocently.

Yan Xiaohan said, "You have a share too. Go up."

Tang Guo couldn't understand it at all, and asked aggrievedly, "Why?"

"Give you a memory," Yan Xiao said coldly and ruthlessly, "whatever others say you believe, there will be no bones left to be cheated sooner or later."

The author has something to say: An irresponsible follow-up:

After hearing about this, Fu Shen thought that Yan Xiaohan said that his salted duck eggs were not salty because it was pure rumor and slander. Therefore, when the first batch of salted duck eggs were opened, he did not leave Yan Xiaohan alone.

But that day, Lord Yan eventually ate eggs, two. 2k novel reading network