The white silk cutlet spread out.

A pair of wonderful hands pick up the spices in it, place them in a basin, mash several spices with a jade pestle, and grind them.

"These spices include the Dragon Birth fragrance from the Western Regions, the Musk in Shu, and some Inui. They are made into a combination fragrance in proportion, which can refresh the mind, help the yang and ward off evil spirits, and strengthen energy."

"The county government is good at everything, but the fragrance is used. It is really rough and does not deserve your identity."

Yan Shuan Jing knelt in front of the table, and pounded the jade pestle with graceful posture.

For some reason, Li Bo looked at him and felt as if he saw the legendary Jade Rabbit pounding medicine in the moon.

Well, this person looks even more feminine than a woman, and he looks like a rabbit spirit.

Yan Shoujing seemed to feel something, his beautiful eyes flowed and his eyes swept.

Li Bo hurriedly straightened his chest and sat upright.

There were only Yan Shoujing, Li Bo, An Wensheng and Su Dawei in the room.

The lion Su Qingyue has gone.

Li Ke was also arranged to rest and recuperate.

This is a confidential conversation at the highest level of the Su Mansion.

Seeing Yan Shoujing there slowly and elegantly concocted Hexiang.

Li Bo looked at An Wensheng, then looked at Su Dawei who was calm and composed, and finally couldn't help asking: "Alang, what's going on?"

Su Dawei nodded slightly to him, and when he looked at Yan Shoujing, his eyes were full of admiration and sighed: "You have suffered so much over the years."

Yan Shoujing's move of pounding incense was slightly paused.

He put down the jade pestle, clenched his fist with his right hand, and beat him three times in his chest, with his voice clanging: "I wish to die for the general!"

This is a military salute.

Li Bo's eyes shrank slightly.

A chill rose from behind.

Military rituals in the army have subtle changes at different stages.

For example, when the Western Turks were expeditions, the ceremony was mainly for cross-handed ceremony, but if the subordinates met Shangguan or the commander in the army, there was also a ceremony to clench the fist.

Boxing chests is actually a habit of learning from Turkic people.

When Su Dawei was guarding Baekje, the soldiers under his command of Zhechong Mansion retained this habit.

Just change the original fist eyes to the chest and the palm to the chest.

When Su Dawei conquered Tubo, this kind of boxing ritual was changed to two times.

Yan Shoujing's actions just now revealed information that he followed Su Dawei when he was guarding Baekje and conquering Liaodong.

And he has a military position.

This kind of military salute has been integrated into his bones and blood.

but……

How is this possible?

Li Bo's expression was a bit strange.

He was following Su Dawei all the way, and he knew best who was under Su Dawei back then.

How can Yan Shoujing, who is more beautiful and charming than a woman, settle down in the army?

Even if I really join the army, how could I forget this face?

An Wensheng's narrow eyes opened slightly and looked at Yan Shoujing: "If I remember correctly, you are Long Shuo Nian who followed Ami."

"yes."

Yan Shoujing nodded slightly: "It has been seven years so far. My Shangguan was Zhao Huer at that time."

“This is impossible.”

Li Bo was shocked: "Zhao Hu'er..."

Zhao Hu'er accidentally failed and buried here when Su Dawei conquered Tubo two years ago.

More importantly, at that time, Li Bo was clearly aware that there was no such person as Yan Shoujing.

"That was the time when the county magistrate guarded Baekje."

Yan Shoujing's eyes turned to Li Bo: "At that time, Xiao Wang of Baekje was restored, and I followed Zhao Hu'er into Zhouliu City with his flying wings to help the county duke break this city."

"You...you are..."

A hint of chill rose from Li Bo's heart.

He pointed at Yan Shoujing, his voice slightly hoarse.

Su Dawei waved his hand: "Abo doesn't need to be doubtful. Shoojiu was injured by fire because of a surprise attack on Zhou Liucheng. After that battle, I ordered someone to send him back to Chang'an to recuperate."

Yan Shoujing gratefully said to Su Dawei: "If the county magistrate had not had the efforts of helping each other back then, Yan Shoujing would not have been today."

"What's going on with your face?"

Li Bo already had some guesses in his mind, but he still wanted to hear the answer.

"My face was burned back then, and the county magistrate spared no expense to ask a doctor to treat me, pulled me back from the gate of hell, and asked Gui Jianchao, the number one in the punishment in Chang'an, to help me change my skin."

Yan Shoujing smiled calmly, as if telling other people's stories.

"Gui Jianchao has such a way!" Li Bo looked surprised.

"When I wake up and recover, this face will be like this..."

He stretched out his slender jade fingers and stroked his face: "I'm not hiding it from Li Langjun. Although I was a man since I was a child, I always wanted to be a girl in my heart. Now I have changed my face and live a life of my life, which is also a fulfillment of my long-cherished wish."

At this point, Li Bo fully understood.

At that time, Yan Shoujing was under Zhao Hu'er's command, and was the secret spy of Ducha Temple under Su Dawei.

Because he fought against Liushan City in Zhou, he was burned by a fire.

After that, Su Dawei treated him and, according to his wish, asked Gui Jianchao to take action, change his face and create a new identity.

Yan Shoujing is naturally not his original name.

Keeping the mirror.

It means keeping secrets strictly.

After that, Yan Shoujing entered Ducha Temple as a new identity. After six years of time, he finally became one of the heads of the eight ministries.

This is not only related to his outstanding personal abilities, but also to the power Su Dawei left in Ducha Temple.

Plus...

"I heard that you are quite close to the right minister."

"yes."

Yan Shoujing did not hide it, and admitted generously: "Even the right prime minister has handed over an olive branch, I, a small family, cannot refuse it, but fortunately, the right prime minister is quite elegant and not too difficult to get along with."

He picked up the jade pestle and continued to grind the fragrance. A hint of cunning appeared in his flowing eyes.

"The right prime minister is busy with all kinds of things every day, and I can combine it with incense, which is also considered a friend who is forgot about his age."

Puchi~

Li Bo couldn't help it, and he couldn't care about Su Dawei and An Wensheng's gaze, and slapped the table and laughed.

He also heard people say that the little habit of the right prime minister.

Well, it’s really hard to deal with Wan Ji every day.

One thought can lead to one thought.

Li Bo wanted to understand the key points and bowed to Su Dawei with sincere admiration: "Alang's magic tricks are so good that Bo feels inferior."

"At the time to make a move, I couldn't imagine that it was so far away at that time."

Su Dawei explained: "When he arranged to return to Ducha Temple by guarding the mirror, he found him something to do according to his wishes."

There were more than one hidden stakes he left in Ducha Temple, but Yan Shoujing could achieve the highest position of the head of the Eight Tribes.

Time is also luck.

"By the way, it's great that the county magistrate knows that Wang Zhihuan is leaving."

Su Dawei glanced at him and nodded slightly: "I guessed it."

"I am the next minister of Ducha Temple."

Yan Shoujing made a scent while saying casually.

Li Bo, who was sitting aside, felt his heart pounding.

This... the Minister of Ducha Temple!
To be continued...