The car curtain cloth fell from the jointed fingers, and Yan Tao leaned back, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The founding of the Great Xia Dynasty was not long. From Taizu Yanrong to the current emperor Yanji, there were only four generations, less than a hundred years ago. It should have been at its peak, but because the late emperor was obsessed with seeking immortality and seeking immortality, he ignored the government affairs and allowed traitors to rule.

, corruption has become a disaster, causing public anger and unrest.

Ten years ago, after the late emperor died after taking the elixir, Yan Tao's father, the current Holy Emperor, ascended the throne through Lei Ting's means during the fight for the right of his five sons. After taking office, he quickly eliminated the traitorous party, Ming government decrees, and after many attempts to govern, Daxia

The country finally ushered in prosperity.

But he never thought that five years ago, natural disasters occurred in the southern and northern parts of Xinjiang, causing foreign tribes to invade Daxia. War broke out again. Today, the Holy Emperor Yongning sent the prince and the general to the battlefield.

Instead of being granted the title of prince based on concubines, they were granted the title of wealthy and wide-area land based on military achievements. However, the rich and wide-area areas of the Great Xia Dynasty were Zhao, Chu, Wu, Qi, Qin, Wei, Han, Yan, etc. from south to north.

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Yan Tao went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen. By the beginning of this year, he was crowned King of Qi and the fourth prince by Emperor Yongning. He just happened to occupy the middle. In the words of his grandfather Wen Guogong, he was in a golden mean, just right.

suitable.

Is he mediocre? Whether it is the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, the former princes in the land of Soochow, or the Qiang Rong barbarians in the west of Qin, his achievements are outstanding.

"Your Majesty, we're here!"

The carriage stopped, Yan Tao put down the hand holding his eyebrows, straightened his front robe, and got out of the carriage.

The King of Chu who invited him tonight is the third among his brothers. He is the eldest son of the Queen. The current emperor hates forming cliques for personal gains and is most afraid of these princes and ministers having dinner parties when they have nothing to do. However, the title of the King of Chu is that of brothers, friends and brothers.

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Can he come?

At night, some people are intoxicated and intoxicated; some people are warm and peaceful, falling asleep peacefully.

In the private room of the most prosperous and noble restaurant in Kyoto, someone whispered in King Chu's ear, "Go back to your lord, King Qi came from the Osmanthus Alley Courtyard."

"Is there a beauty hidden inside?" King Chu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is the seventh child interested in women?"

The attendant whispered, "It seems so."

"What does it mean?"

"Back to the prince, Prince Qi probably still hates women, so he only let the young lady live in a separate place. He only let her go there for a while in the evening."

"A while..." King Chu drawled meaningfully.

The attendant whispered, "My lord, as long as you make a start, everything will be easy to handle later on."

King Chu's eyebrows moved.

The private room door opened, and the servant knelt at the door, "Your Highness, His Highness King Qi has arrived."

"Hurry up and sit down..." King Chu didn't move his buttocks and extended his arms very long, asking the seventh brother who knew how to fight to sit down, "It's very cold outside."

"It's okay." Yan Tao replied with a just right smile.

"Hurry up and serve the good wine."

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The next day, Ji Rongjin did not sleep in. Today she was going out to visit people. She hung the gifts prepared last night on the donkey, put fresh and hot eight treasures into the thermos bucket, and told Wangcai to take good care of the house.

Checked the door lock before setting off.

The weather in Laba was not bad, the sun was shining, but the wind was cold and it hurt my face. I sat on the little donkey, swaying as the donkey walked around, and my feet were stiff with coldness.

Seeing a carriage on the road, Ji Rongjin wanted to build a carriage so that he would not be poisoned by the northwest wind. Unfortunately, he could not afford to buy a carriage. Not only was it expensive to raise a horse, but he also had to hire a carriage driver, which was expensive and troublesome.

Thinking about it, I might as well forget it. It would be nice to just ride on a little donkey.

More than half an hour later, they entered the main street of Da Xia Chao Kyoto. The little donkey drove leisurely to the alley behind the restaurant. When she arrived at the door, the gatekeeper recognized her and said, "It turns out to be Mrs. Ji. Manager Fang Da wants to talk to you about you.

Why haven’t you come for so long?”

"Thank you." Ji Rongjin took down the gift hanging from the donkey, and the gatekeeper took it and held it for her.

At this time, it was just after breakfast and before lunch, Fang Zhaoyao, the chief manager of Fushun Tower, heard that Jin Niang was coming, and quickly asked someone to lead him into the manager's room, "It's cold outside, come and warm yourself up."

It was really cold outside, and his hands and feet were frozen. Ji Rongjin sat by the fire cage and warmed for a while before he recovered. He quickly took out the eight-treasure porridge he had brought over and said, "Uncle Ji, I'll pay for this year's eight-treasure porridge."

"How are you doing?" Fang Zhaoyao began in a homely manner, smiling and approachable.

Ji Rongjin smiled and replied, "Everything is fine. Why don't we celebrate the New Year? Come and see Uncle Fang."

"You kid, do you have to come to see me during the Chinese New Year?" Fang Zhaoyao complained to her as if he was dissatisfied, with a closeness like a family member.

Ji Rongjin smiled stupidly, "Aren't you afraid of disturbing Uncle Fang?"

"You are obviously too lazy to move."

"Hey." Ji Rongjin didn't feel guilty after being criticized.

Fang Zhaoyao took the small bowl and took a few bites of the eight-treasure porridge, "Yeah, it's delicious. How it's made. It's thick but the texture is refreshing. It's not greasy or greasy at all."

After saying that, he looked at Ji Rongjin with a hint of resentment: "I didn't send it here earlier. If the restaurant serves this eight-treasure porridge this morning, it will be sold out."

Ji Rongjin smiled and changed the subject: "Uncle Fang, recently I have been thinking about a heavy-flavored dish..."

Before she could finish her words, Fang Zhaoyao grabbed her and said, "Whatever heavy flavor you have, please cook it quickly so that I can pay for it." He stopped eating eight-treasure porridge and took her to the kitchen without any urgency.

The two have known each other for three years, and they get along like grandfather and grandson. They are really not too polite. Ji Rongjin took the various ingredients he brought and went to the kitchen with him.

When the three chefs saw her coming, they all stepped forward as if they were receptionists, "Ms. Ji, you are here..."

"Ms. Ji, I have recently come up with a new idea..."

"Mrs. Ji, come and pay for my newly made donkey rolling. Look at the taste..."

The three chefs rushed to pull Ji Rongjin, and she helplessly raised the ingredient bag in her hand, "Don't you want to learn new dishes?"

With a crash, the three of them all retreated and gave the main stage to Ji Rongjin, "Ms. Ji, please...please..." The respectful and cautious look made Ji Rongjin dumbfounded.

Uncle Fang quickly urged, "These old guys have given up the throne to you, Jin Niang, hurry up, Uncle Fang is very greedy."

"Okay." What she brought today was a Sichuan dish - spicy chicken.

Spicy chicken is a classic Sichuan dish. It is generally made with whole chicken as the main ingredient, plus onions, dried chili peppers, peppercorns, salt and other ingredients. The dish is bright brown in color and has a strong spicy taste. It is delicious to eat in winter.

dripping.

There were no chili peppers in the Great Xia Dynasty. Last year when I went to the flower market, I accidentally found one. I immediately bought it for five taels of silver and raised it like a gift to my ancestors. Because I discovered it late, it was almost autumn, and it didn’t produce much. She

None of them were willing to eat, so they were all used to make seeds.

This spring, all the open spaces in the yard were planted, and flower stands were set up. They were even planted in flower pots. Not a single seed was wasted. One large and one small sacks of dried chilies were dried, and the sacks were prepared for Uncle Fang to make spicy peppers.

Chickens, save all the good ones in small sacks.


Chapter completed!