Di Wang Gong Lue

"I didn\'t ask." Ye Jin poured down a cup of herbal tea, feeling very chest tightness. He had no interest in tianchensha before, but he couldn\'t stand to receive a letter from time to time. After a long time, he was curious. Sometimes when he thought about it in the middle of the night, he was just scratching his heart and scratching his liver.

"If you really want to know, why don\'t I take you to the King City?" Shen Qianfeng said, "when you meet, you will know."

"Who are you emperor, two fools in the street?" Ye Jin patted his chest, "in the letter refused to say, even more will not say, asked anxious casually, a person, you and I do not know."

Shen Qianfeng comforted him: "if the situation is really urgent, the emperor is afraid that he will not ask and will not be in a hurry for this moment."

"Tianchen sand." Ye Jin propped up her cheek and said to herself, "it\'s better when I go to Nanyang personally."

Shen Qianfeng said, "good."

"Good?" Ye Jin thought back, "I said casually, the sea road is far away, I\'m afraid it\'s not enough to travel for a year." The eldest son of the Shen family is also a recognized leader of the Wulin. How can he have so much free time.

Shen Qianfeng smile: "a year then a year, Nanyang just, you want to go, I naturally accompany you."

Ye Jin blinked and blinked, and felt that this man was fatuous, and his eyebrows and eyes were also extremely heroic.

Good looking, good looking.

The reply from Riyue villa, as always, said that he did not know what tianchensha was, and that he had never heard of a Kung Fu that could make Jinchan thread. However, he added that he could not speak full because of the greatness of the lake and the number of miracles.

Chu Yuan sighed in his heart and collected all the letters.

At the beginning, the letters from the southwest government still come one month, but later they gradually decrease. They become one letter every two months, and some letters are delayed for three months. After opening it, the contents were the same, saying that everything was good for his brother. Chu Yuan even felt that Duan Yao had written a pile at a time, and then he took out a letter every month and sent it to the King City.

Spring to summer, autumn rain dense, under the patter is also very annoying. After dealing with the political affairs, Chu Yuan held up the previous umbrella and left the palace alone. The night was deep and the streets were quiet. The people all went home early to rest. Only the red lantern at the door of the Inn and the faint song from the Song Square in the distance added a little smoke and fire to the cold long street.

In the alley around the corner, an old couple has just set up a stall and is preparing to eat. Chu Yuan stopped and asked, "is it Lao Zhang\'s wonton?"

"Yes, sir." The old man said with a smile, "I am Zhang Quan. The most delicious wonton in the King City is stolen from my stall."

"Please cook a bowl for me." Chu Yuan closed his umbrella and sat under the eaves and warmed his hands.

"Young master, have a cup of hot tea first." The old woman said, "it\'s fried with grain. It\'s fragrant with wheat."

"Thank you very much, old lady." Chu Yuan looked around and said, "is business good in such a cold night?"

"It\'s not good, but after all these years, everyone is used to it. If you don\'t open a stall one day, it\'s not good for the passers-by to eat a snack to satisfy their hunger. " The old man put a large bowl of shrimp skin wonton in front of him

"Well." Chuyuan smiles and takes a sip of soup with a spoon.

It\'s fresh.

"If you get sick, you will lose your appetite." Before the fever, someone was carrying a large bowl of dry mixed Wong blunt into the palace, "eat this, the best old Zhang Wong blunt in the King City."

"Eat wonton in the middle of the night?" Chu Yuan asked.

"It\'s night food, meat." Duan Baiyue helped him up. "The Wong is dull and angry. It sleeps in the daytime and opens its stall at night. It\'s at the corner of Yunmeng street."

Chu Yuan picked up chopsticks and reluctantly ate one.

Duan Baiyue asked, "how?"

Chu Yuan said: "no taste, still bitter."

Duan Baiyue stopped and said, "because you have been cold."

Chuyuan was funny, but obediently ate to eat a large bowl of wonton, and then said: "it is no taste."

"When you get well this time, I\'ll take you out to eat." Duan Baiyue said, "soup wonton is more delicious, fresh and sweet."

Chu Yuan leans back to the head of the bed: "good."

Although they said yes, there were a lot of things to do later. Neither of them thought about having to eat this bowl of wonton, so they dragged on till now.

Under the dim oil lamp, the old woman and her husband were cooking soup and having a cross-section. They were chatting about their family and family affairs. They also said that they would take time to rest for a few days to see their little grandson in Ziya city. Gradually more and more guests, Chu Yuan finished the last mouthful of soup, got up and went back to the palace.

"The emperor." Four Xi father-in-law is anxious to turn around, see him back, just relieved.When the emperor is gone southwest.

Chu Yuan took off his cloak and said, "who will come to me?"

"No, be quiet." Four Xi father-in-law passed the hot water, "this dark day and night, the emperor can not want another person out of the palace."

Chu Yuan said, "can Wen Aiqing have a reply?"

"Yes." Si Xi Gong was just, "the letter is in the imperial study. Would the emperor want to read it now?"

Chu Yuan nodded.

Four Xi father-in-law trotted all the way to get it, and lit up some of the lights.

Wen LiuNian\'s days in Yunlan city were extremely moist. Although he could not persuade Qin Shaoyu to be a general, he also mixed up with Zhuying palace. There are not only ways in officialdom, but also friends in the world. This time, Chu Yuan asked him something strange about Nanyang, and wrote a large pile of letters. Compared with the safety of the southwest government, it can be described as heaven and earth.

The first talented man of the great Chu Dynasty, naturally, read a lot of books. From the geographical distribution of Nanyang Island, what the countries do for a living, the temperament of successive lords, and the customs of the common people, they all have a clear description. Compared with the orthodox survey records in the Dachu library, it is not 100% accurate, but it also has advantages, that is, the sources of information are miscellaneous and fast, the contents are various, and even the love affairs of the Lords of Baixiang kingdom Love history. Only from the beginning to the end, there are few records about the state of Myanmar. It only says that the sea area is so rough that ships can hardly get close to it. Every once in a while, a big black ship will slowly sail out to sell some witchcraft herbs to the passing merchant ships. The people above were all dressed in black robes and tattooed all over their bodies, which was the same as the rumor. Due to the lack of fresh vegetables and vegetables on the sea, many sailors and merchants are easy to get sick. Therefore, the business of witchcraft medicine is very good. Even if the price is high, the supply is still in short supply.

Black boat and black robe. Chu Yuan put down the letter, but remembered those Chaoya people\'s description of the invaders, too.

Is it really Burma? Chu Yuan frowned slightly and thought for a moment. He wrote a reply to Wen LiuNian, and sent him to Yunlan city.

Another month later, the shadow guards who had been sent to the East China Sea also came back, saying that there was white fog all around Chaoya Island, and they couldn\'t break in. It seemed that someone had deliberately set up a maze. Moreover, the merchant ships have regarded it as an ominous place. They would rather take a month\'s journey than approach the tidal cliffs, saying that there are predators on the bottom of the sea, which will drag the ships into the sea.

"What can local officials do?" Chu Yuan asked.

Ying Wei said, "No

Chu Yuan shook his head in his heart. The Chaoya people were not under the jurisdiction of Dachu. When there was an accident in the surrounding sea area, the people could make a detour. The officials were too lazy to meddle in their affairs, which was not an accident.

The people stationed in the East China Sea were the relatives of the Chu family, nicknamed the Dragon King. Because of their outstanding military achievements, they were given the surname of Chu by the late emperor. In terms of seniority, Chu Yuan also called him uncle.

But this uncle is also an uncle who doesn\'t let people worry.

Chu Yuan sighed slightly. According to the current situation of all parties in the DPRK and China, it will be several years before the real prosperity of the people will be clear.

It\'s new year\'s Eve again in January. After new year\'s Eve, it\'s a new year.

Time is not too hard, Chu Yuan thought, at least better than he had thought.

In the southwest mansion, Duan Yao cooked dumplings, carrying the front and back mountain ice room.

When Nanmo Xie opened the stone gate, he suddenly said, "it\'s Spring Festival today."

"Well, Chinese New Year." Duan Yao said, "New Year\'s Eve, the city is busy."

Nanmo Xie ha ha laughs: "lively is good, lively only then explained everybody day is good."

Duan Yao said, "can I go in and see my brother?"

Namoshi shook his head: "No

Duan Yao is depressed: "yes."

"No one should disturb you when you practice." Nanmoxie patted his head, "it\'s OK. Don\'t worry."

"Then I\'ll go back first." Duan Yao said, "come back tomorrow. Aunt Jin is making flower cakes."

"Add more honey," namoshi told him

Duan Yao finally had a smile on her face and ran down the mountain.

Nanmoxie walks into the cave with a food box. Duan Baiyue is still closed and is adjusting his internal breathing.

"It\'s Spring Festival today." Nanmoye was sitting opposite him. "You and I have been in this ice room for too long, and I forget it."

Duan Baiyue said, "is it?"

"Come on, have a taste." Nanmo Xie handed his chopsticks to him, "I want to come to Dali City, and tonight it should be a bustling day."

Duan Baiyue took the chopsticks, the back of his hand had faint blue lines, and his side face was hidden in the dark: "the city of the king is more lively."

"Yes, or you can\'t call it Wangcheng." Nanmoxie pretended not to understand, and swallowed dumplings in a big mouth, complaining, "it\'s pork and leek stuffing, and it\'s not changed every year."

Duan Baiyue said with a smile, "master, it\'s time to go back to the mansion tonight. At least we\'ll spend the new year with you."

"I go back to do, go back to a bunch of small ghosts, noisy headache, Yao\'er still want to be a new year bug." Namo evil way, "good here, quiet here."

Duan Baiyue took a dumpling and sent it to the entrance. As expected, she couldn\'t taste anything.Nanmoxie is concerned: "eat slowly." If you eat slowly, you may have a taste of salt.

Duan Baiyue said: "if you eat more slowly, I\'m afraid there are not enough left on this plate to see the master gobbling like this."

Nanmoxie: "it\'s just

Duan Baiyue continued: "this year passed quickly."

In this light, the next year, another year, should not be too difficult.

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