"Better man, benevolent man, the rooster has cried twice, it's time to get started."

Although it was still dark inside the house, Xu Pingjun had already heard the whole rooster in Shangguan crowing and couldn't help but push her husband beside him. He was at the age of physical health and had always had a good dream. He didn't hear anything and was still asleep soundly at this moment.

Xu Pingjun was weak. After pushing seven or eight times, Liu Bingyi struggled to open his eyes. He glanced at the light outside and muttered: "It's just the best day. If you don't believe me, you can push the window and look in the sky. There will be stars in the sky. You can sleep for a while, and then sleep for a while." He closed his eyes again.

"It's winter when it's natural to brighten."

Xu Pingjun couldn't wait for him, so he got out of the bedding and shivered. It was early October, and the weather was getting colder day by day. When I woke up in the morning, a thin layer of white frost would fall into the yard.

When she put on her clothes and went to urge her husband, Liu Bingyi was like a thirsty high school student in his later generations, and he had already brought a little mercy in his words: "Pingjun, I am neither an official nor I need to enter the court. Why do I get up so early?"

Xu Pingjun was a little angry: "My dear, have you forgotten? Today I promised to go to visit the Marquis of Xi'an!"

"Marty of Xi'an, by the way, Marty of Xi'an!"

Hearing these three words, Liu Bingyi immediately opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, wearing pants and said, "I forgot about this, damn it!"

Although he has been back for several days, the Marquis of Xi'an has been busy with documents. Liu Bingyi asked him to ask him three times, but he said he was not at home. Until yesterday, he sent the Minister of Xi'an to reply, saying that the Marquis of Xi'an will rest today and invited the emperor's great-grandson to have a banquet.

Their home is not big and only three people have entered the small yard. In addition to the newly married couple, Liu Bingyi's grandfather Shi's family sent three slaves over. One Fu Mu was busy with the kitchen, his husband did some heavy work of pulling firewood, and a horse boy helped Liu Bingyi raise horses and dogs.

When Xu Pingjun and Fu Mu were busy with delicious food in the kitchen, it was already dawn. When she came to the yard with hot food, she saw Liu Bingyi holding an axe and chopping the firewood he bought from the Nanshi.

Liu Bingyi was in extremely poor health when he was young, and almost died after falling ill several times. Therefore, with the advice of Zhang He, the emperor of the Yeting Order, he began to learn martial arts diligently since he was young and was strong. He practiced swordsmanship for many years. His posture was very straight, and he could divide the firewood into two with one axe.

"It's all my fault. You shouldn't buy firewood with cheap prices, you should buy charcoal."

Xu Pingjun felt a little embarrassed. Maybe every time her mother came to see her, she would say that the young couple should be frugal, and that the firewood, rice, oil and salt were expensive, which played a certain role. When she took her slaves to the Nanshi to buy the charcoal needed for this month, she saw that the price of charcoal rose again, and she chose the heavy firewood that was prone to smoke.

But it is several times cheaper than the charcoal shipped from Zhongnan Mountain!

Liu Bingyi wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "I felt tired when I was running outside. After a few days of free time, my arms were almost rusted. It would be nice to have firewood chops. What should I eat this morning?"

Xu Pingjun smiled: "The beloved soup cake that is the most popular."

In the Han Dynasty, all pasta was called cakes, including Hu cakes, steamed cakes, soup cakes, and soup cakes, which are the noodle soups in later generations. This was Liu Bingyi's favorite food and was eaten voraciously.

"In winter when exhaling and frost, the most popular thing to satisfy hunger and stomach is the soup cake. The taste of Pingjun is very similar to that of the great-grandmother of the young man!"

When Liu Bingyi was only a few months old, he encountered a witchcraft disaster. His grandfather, Prince Wei, Grandmother Shi Liangdi, Father Liu Jin, and Mother Wang were all killed, but he, the baby who was still in cradle, was taken to the county residence.

I don’t know which kind-hearted person found two female prisoners as wet nurses for him. He stayed in the narrow and cold prison guard in the county residence until he was five years old, and was released after receiving a general amnesty and sent to his great-grandmother Shi Zhenjun’s house for several years.

Shi Zhenjun loved his grandson very much and personally cooked the food. The best thing he was to eat was soup cakes. The feeling of warming his stomach throughout his body was unforgettable for Liu Bing. Every time he finished eating, he would burp his grandmother exaggeratedly, which made the old man laugh, but he often smiled but hugged him in his arms and started crying.

"It's already sick, it's already sick, you must live well!"

Later, his great-grandmother also passed away, and he was recognized by the court and became a royal family member. Then he entered the palace again. When he was older, Liu Bingyi could run out of the palace by himself, but he was still greedy for the soup cakes. Every winter, he would go around the streets to find people selling cakes, but the taste was always a little worse.

It was not until his fancy son-in-law had his first meal at the Xu family that Xu Pingjun's craftsmanship made him feel like he was a child. Mobile::

After filling his stomach, Xu Pingjun burned water and washed Liu Bingyi's hair. His long dark hair was lying in a wooden basin and was wet with a wooden scoop. Xu Pingjun rubbed and washed it patiently, more serious than taking care of himself, and said in his mouth:

"My father was so happy that he said he had to be a guest of honor at the Xi'an Hou's house. The Xi'an Hou gave him a gift to his juniors, so that he could have a good face in the entire Shangguanli and Yeting."

"My mother came up with an idea and said that the Marquis of Xi'an was so young that she was granted the title of Marquis, so that you could walk around more and find a job to do in the future."

Liu Bingyi muttered, "Does she think I don't want to do things? Since she came back, she has been idle all day at home, either going to the market to join the nobles and nobles. Seeing them fighting and riding, it's really boring. But the Yeting Order said, it's best if I'm idle after I come out, and I must not have plans to become an official in office."

Zhang He, the commander of the Yeting Court, was Zhang Tang's eldest son and the confidant of Prince Wei. He was the one who treated Liu Bingyi like his father. He took care of him in the Yeting Court, taught him to read step by step, paid money to find Confucian scholars to teach him to learn poetry and understand etiquette, and also won him a childhood sweetheart.

Liu Bingyi was very grateful to Zhang He, but he didn't know how to repay him.

On the day he got married, he was so grateful to Zhang He with drunkenness, but Zhang He laughed: "Great-grandson of the Emperor, you can live well, that is the best reward for me, Emperor Shi, and Prince Wei."

Maybe after experiencing these things since childhood, Liu Bingye is quite content. Those who treat him well, Shi Family, Xu Family, and Zhang He, are all kept in mind. They are still so young, and there will always be a chance to repay you in the future.

When his hair was dry at noon, he asked Xu Pingjun to help him tie his hair well, wear a new dress, and come to the door with a bright wild pheasant.

There is no way. Although he is the great-grandson of the emperor, Liu Bingyi is now just a white commoner. He can only use the ceremony of becoming a scholar to serve as a doctor, and cannot hold a little lamb like Ren Hong visited the Yang family in the past.

Ren Hong was also dressed very formally and waited at the door. Seeing Liu Bingyi coming from afar, he bowed to him:

"The emperor's great-grandson came to the humble house, making my humble house shine!"

There is no need to say much about the etiquette among them. After Liu Bingye was welcomed by Ren Hong into the gate, he found that the courtyard had nothing to do with the "humble house".

In the kitchen where Shangguanli is famous, it is steaming and not knowing what to eat. I heard that the young girl who is beloved by General Huo Guang most loves to eat the meat roasted by the unique spices of the Hou family in Xi'an. Other families also came to buy the cumin fragrance after hearing the news, but the Hou of Xi'an apologized that the fragrance comes from the Western Regions and is extremely rare. The survival of the family has been exhausted and will only be available next year.

Some noble people did not give up and went to the West City of Chang'an, where Hu merchants were mixed with Hu merchants, but were told that they had never heard of "cumin", so they could only give up.

When he walked into the courtyard, he found that it had been built into a martial arts school ground, covered with fine sand, and there was a "Lan Qi" with five weapons, including spears, halberds, bows, swords and spears, dyed red paint, which was very conspicuous.

Two heroes were practicing martial arts in the school field. One was holding a short halberd and the other was holding a ring knife hook. The two were very slow, but Han Gandang was teaching the skills of traveling pandas.

"A real tiger soldier."

Liu Bingyi felt itchy when he saw it and wanted to practice it, but out of politeness, he still endured it and walked into the hall with Ren Hong. The best charcoal was burned here.

The hall of Ren Hong's family is now filled with silk pictures and wooden slips of all sizes. Ren Hong felt a little embarrassed: "It's a bit messy, don't be surprised by the great grandson of the emperor. The vassal state is planning a major event recently, which must be completed before the Winter Solstice Grand Court meeting, so it's very busy. Although it's a rest today, the officials will come to my house to discuss matters in the afternoon."

"It seems that I chose it miserably when I visited."

Liu Bingyi nodded and looked down at a huge silk painting with mountains, rivers, county roads, land and oceans, and some were unheard of foreign names in the Western Regions.

“Is this… map?”

In the Han Dynasty, it was more difficult to make a large map than Ren Hong imagined. Although he had been working on this matter for several nights, he was still full of energy: "Yes, a large map of all known lands in the Han family, in addition to the Thirteen Governors, there are also Western Regions, Western Qiang, Southwest Yi, East Yi, and Xiongnu. They are to be presented to His Majesty during the Winter Solstice Grand Meeting."

Liu Bingyi quickly let go: "This is a military secret, then I..."

"It's okay, the emperor's great-grandson is just taking a look and telling him what he thinks."

Liu Bingyi waved his hands repeatedly: "Marty of Xi'an, this is not suitable."

He was free and liberated from outside Chang'an City, but once he returned to this big city and returned to the edge of Weiyang Palace, he couldn't help but think of Zhang Hexu, the Yeting Guardian Zhang Hexu, about his grandfather and father's tragic death, and those bloody and secret plots.

For Liu Bingyi, the name of the great-grandson is more of a curse than a glory. As the last bloodline of Prince Wei, I don’t know how many eyes are staring at him, so I need to be careful in words and actions. Most people should keep a distance when interacting with him. But the Marquis of Xi’an doesn’t know how to avoid it at all?

Ren Hongxiao said: "It's really not a secret. At least I don't want it to be hidden as a secret in the Shiqu Pavilion after it was made and moldy and decayed. It was not until many years later that people from later generations opened the Shikou Pavilion and found it, and suddenly realized that our ancestors had explored so many regions."

"I don't care about the great-grandson of the emperor. I wish I could copy hundreds or thousands of pictures after this map was completed and hung on the walls of every county and county school in the world! It is so that every scholar who reads can know from the time he looked up when he was young..."
Chapter completed!