Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The spring rain is continuous, and I don't know when it has dyed the thin willow branches green. The unfading spring flowers are still blooming on the branches, clinging to the tail of youth. The flowers are bright and the willows are green, and the view in the rain is so clear.

The smoke from the Wei Family Restaurant was swaying in the rain and fog, and the aroma of the food made the buds on the crabapple tree outside the door look particularly beautiful. Feng Ji, who was responsible for feeding his master, walked into the Wei Family Restaurant with an umbrella, and soon ran into a wall: "You said that all the soft beef intestines were sold out? Shopkeeper, don't lie to me, I rushed here on time. In the past, they were just out of the pot at this time, and at most three or four portions were sold. How could they be sold out immediately?"

Shopkeeper Wei sighed, "We are old customers. How could I cheat you? All the sausages have been bought by a distinguished customer today. How about you take the trouble to go to another store?"

Feng Ji's face darkened, and he held up his umbrella again and was about to go to the next restaurant, but he heard a woman beside him leisurely announcing the names of the dishes: "Pheasant chicken wontons and jade dew dumplings from Zhou's restaurant, and Xiaoyao roasted meat from Chen's restaurant."

Aren't these the restaurants that my master likes to eat at the most? Fengji paused and turned his head to see a girl in green sitting at a table in the corner with a smile on her face. The rough and peeling lacquer table was so out of place with her soft and shiny silk clothes, but she didn't care. Eating a piece of thinly sliced ​​soft beef intestines and drinking a sip of the simple tea provided by the store, she felt very comfortable.

The two maids standing behind him were also beautiful and well-dressed, but they couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed as they watched their master feasting in such a disrespectful manner in this small shop in the market town.

"Lady of Guichuan County?" Feng Ji asked in surprise. His eyes swept across the face of one of the maids and he immediately said awkwardly, "Is it you?"

Ming Xin put his hands on his waist and raised his chin fiercely: "All the soft beef intestines in this shop are bought by my wife. If you have the guts, you can spend another 100 taels of silver to buy them?"

Fengji really didn't take the 100 taels of silver seriously: "If Lady Guichuan is willing to give up her love, I am willing to pay 100 taels."

"You!" Mingxin was choked by the golden light emanating from his whole body.

Wen Jiao held her cheek and smiled, "As expected of a servant of the wealthy Yuan Tiangang and Yuan Ling, you are indeed generous and can't be compared to women from small families like me. I'm just sorry, I bought out all the pheasant wontons and jade dew dumplings from Zhou's restaurant and the Xiaoyao roast from Chen's restaurant today. How much money do you plan to exchange for them?"

She tapped the table with her fingertips like playing a pipa. "By the way, I'll remind you that I'm not just buying out today's food. I'll also buy all the food that the store will make in the future. If Xiaolang still wants to buy them one by one, I'm afraid I'll have to rely on Xiaolang to make a fortune in the future."

In a flash, Feng Ji connected everything together and narrowed his eyes: "The Lady of Guichuan County came here for me."

Wen Jiao sighed softly, "Little Lang, don't blame me for being coercive. I really need your help, but I really don't want Yuan Ling to tell my fortune, so I have to take the initiative. If you are willing to help me persuade Master Ling, from now on, you don't have to run errands to buy Yuan Ling's food. I will have someone deliver it to Xuanji Pavilion on time. How about that?"

That day, Madam Pei denied Wei Zheng's identity as Cao Guan. There was no news about the person who was looking for Yuan Shoucheng, and it was not even known whether this person existed or not. This really confused Wen Jiao. After a careful review, she found that there was a loophole in her thinking since she traveled through time.

Is this the world of Journey to the West? Yes. The story of Tang Monk's journey to the West began in the 13th year of Zhenguan, when Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty summoned all the eminent monks and Taoist priests from all over the world to hold a grand ceremony. At that time, Wei Zheng was indeed a civil official.

What year of Zhenguan is it now? Answer: The first year of Zhenguan. In that year, Tang Seng was just a young monk with a reputation in the Eastern Land Buddhism, and Wei Zheng was just an old party member of the Eastern Palace of Prince Jiancheng, who was retained by Li Shimin. She didn't know what the standard for appointing officials in the Heavenly Court was, but she thought it must be related to merit and virtue. Later generations highly praised Wei Zheng's frank remonstrance, which shows that his virtue was shining here. Now Li Shimin has only been on the throne for less than two years, and Wei Zheng's frank remonstrance is limited. At most, he is still in the observation period of the reserve candidate for the Heavenly Court cadres. Where can he be an official in the Human Cao?

Her time travel really messed up her sense of time, and she even started to make the mistake of looking for a sword on a boat.

She had hoped to use the information in the original work to play a golden finger, but now it was clear that it was not going to work, so she had to rely on herself. After carefully checking Chen Guangrui's circle of friends, she thought that the most likely person for him to ask for help was the Dragon King of Hongjiang. Coincidentally, she also knew a few people with skills. For example, the servant Fengji in front of her was controlled by a greedy fortune teller and was forced to do the boring job of delivering takeout every day.

At this moment, the other party's beautiful face showed a helpless smile: "Even if it is to protect the private money, do I have any other choice?"

In the early morning after the rain, even though the sun is already high in the sky, there is still a hint of chill. The rich water vapor makes the bamboo shadows around swaying and cool, and the fragrance of green leaves and grass spreads between the lips and teeth.

Yuan Tiangang, who was so hungry that he almost turned into a skin, sat down beside the table. Suddenly, his nose moved slightly, and he keenly caught the aroma of food. The rich and fresh meat aroma, perfectly blended with the fragrance of flour, was the pheasant wontons from Zhou's Restaurant! This wonton has always used fresh pheasant meat as the filling, and the filling is chopped smooth like mud. Take a bite, and your mouth is full of rich fragrance. After eating this signature wonton once, Yuan Tiangang felt that other wontons were hard to eat.

Yuan Tiangang was shocked. He threw down the turtle shell in his hand, picked up the clean towel beside him and wiped his hands repeatedly, saying, "Fengji, you are two quarters of an hour late."

As he spoke, he looked up and was startled. He saw that the person holding the food box in front of him was not Feng Ji, but a beautiful woman in her prime years, with fair skin and hair disheveled by the wind. Her skirt was so light that it seemed to capture a piece of lake light under the sun halo, and her waist was tied up with red silk, which was not even enough to be held in one hand. Her pair of willow-leaf eyes, which seemed both solemn and charming, looked at him with a teasing smile.

For a moment, all the sounds seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of bamboo leaves gently falling to the ground outside the window.

It was not Fengji, but the Lady of Guichuan County.

Yuan Tiangang subconsciously put down his handkerchief, and was stunned for a moment before realizing that as the host of this place and a man, he really shouldn't sit like this in front of a female guest, even if she came uninvited. He slowly stood up and bowed: "Madam Guichuan County..."

What should he say? He hesitated a little, so he found the most appropriate sentence among thousands of words, "No knocking."