Kaifeng Bistro

The young man on the opposite side fell silent, as if he was making a painful decision in his heart. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I do have the handle in your hands...but, but now the Northwest War is going on. Han, but you, you asked me to rewrite the ancient battle of the gods... You said that the Western Xia barbarian was the lord of the Central Plains, and you asked me to insinuate that the emperor of the Song Dynasty was not right, and brothers killed each other... Really , It is really inappropriate..."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "Even if I write it, I'm afraid I can only be reviled, saying that I am sensationalizing and talking nonsense, not to mention the part where the brothers compete for the throne, if it attracts the attention of the court, you and I will die Different place, this... I don't know why Your Excellency insisted on doing this."

Bo snorted, with a murderous look on his brown face, he said angrily: "Idiot, no wonder you can never compare with the poor mountain people, I have already given this great opportunity to you, I am so mad at you!" His ability is not worthy of his fame at all!"

He paused, then looked at the scholar in front of him with contempt, and continued: "I think the government is no longer staring at Xu Gan, and they probably think that someone else killed Zhang Shanchu, right?" I heard that Zhan Zhao of Kaifeng Mansion found your footprints at the place where Zhang Shanchu jumped into the river, and is checking them one by one in your fasting room. You said, at this juncture, if someone testifies that you were with him that night, I don’t know if the guard Zhan, who is so predictable, will call you to Kaifeng Prefecture for questioning?”

When the scholar heard this, his eyes were full of panic, he trembled at a loss, and said to the tall man he didn't know his origin: "No, don't report on me, it's not me... It's not that I want to push him into the water, I just want to follow him to watch I saw what he was going to do. I wanted to ask him why he was able to enter the inner house, why not me, why everyone liked what he wrote, but I would never be as good as him. He, he is obviously just a poor jingle, The son who sells pancakes..."

As he was talking, his throat was dry, so he couldn't help but stop, and looked sideways at the neatly dressed young girl with dull eyes: "...I didn't reach out to push him! A voice, a voice said something in my ear..."

Bo's hoarse and deep laughter sounded: "That's your voice, I just said what you wanted to say for you!"

This similar voice exploded in the scholar's ears like thunder. He looked horrified and said, "It's you! You bewitched me with sorcery and made me push him. You...why are you Do this?!"

Bo smiled triumphantly and said: "Why do I do this, don't you understand? Ah, stupid scholar, stupid Central Plains person, why don't you want to learn from Zhang Yuan, who is also a scholar with you? Your ability, Your talent cannot be appreciated by the Hunjun of the Northern Song Dynasty, why not change your ambitions to other places? The world is so big, there is Liao, and Xixia, the national fortune of the Great Song Dynasty has been exhausted, why are you tied to this tree and hanged? die?"

He stood up and approached the scholar in the corner step by step: "It's okay to tell you the truth, my surname is Yeli, my name is Yeli Changrong, and I am from the Dangxiang clan. I am Mo Ningling of Xixia—that is, you What the Han people mean by "Heavenly King"! Didn't what I told you before clearly enough? What I asked you to write was not a falsification, but a real historical fact. Since the Han people ruled the Central Plains, those past killings All of them are said to be his great achievements, but how can these lies deceive us warriors outside the pass?!"

Bo glanced at the young girl sitting on the side. The young girl wasn't all that stunning, but her appearance was fresh and natural, and she had a kind of elegant demeanor.

Bo's big brown hand was close to the girl's cheek, but did not touch her.His eyes darkened, and his voice changed: "Hehe, she reminds me of someone..."

……

"National teacher, this way please." Bo sat quietly, but the scenes that were still clear in the back of his mind flashed in front of him——

He worked hard and finally gained the trust of the emperor. One day, the emperor invited him into the palace to pray for the sick prince. He knew that his chance would come soon.

The servant led him to the prince's bedroom, and Bo looked into the room through the half-closed door. On the bed, surrounded by court ladies and eunuchs, lay a young man with a slightly pale face.

Ordinary people can't detect it, but he has already felt the faint dragon god's breath in this person's three souls.Fear, resentment, and a hint of excitement distorted his face, and he couldn't do anything now.But one day, he will find a chance for revenge.

When he stepped into the house, everyone noticed his arrival. The ordinary people in the palace bowed their heads in awe of this powerful "National Master" who was favored in front of the emperor.

Bo took a deep breath, feeling all the unusual movements in the house.In an instant, the dots of white light beside the bed curtain cautiously approached him like a small animal full of exploration.

Beau was refreshed, proud of his caution.He had already thought about it, Yinglong reincarnated ten times, he couldn't think of some way to protect himself.

This white light obviously also carries dragon power, what exactly it is, Bo Yi can't determine for a while, but he knows that this light is to test his reality, to see if he will be harmful to the dragon.

Bo walked forward slowly.He raised his hand, and the wide sleeves of his robe fluttered in the windless room.He put his hand on the boy's forehead, and what he felt was the vitality of the boy being suppressed by some kind of force.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly - to him, this was just a trick that couldn't be put on the table. It seemed that he was not the only one who wanted to make His Royal Highness feel bad luck.

He sat at the front of the table, wrote down a few talismans, and ordered the palace servants to stick them in the house, and boiled some talisman water for the prince to drink.The white light has been jumping aside, as if happy, but also seems a little anxious.

The prince's lips were tightly closed, and the maids said anxiously: "Master, the prince refuses to drink, what should I do?"

"Leave it alone." Bo didn't seem to care: "In another hour, he will wake up and drink again. Now, you all go out and watch outside."

Those people retreated, and Bo also retreated outside the house.But he still watched every move in the house through those spells.

He was just pretending to set up the altar, but he saw the white light in the room converging into a blurry figure, leaning towards the unconscious young man on the bed.

"Interesting." Bo snorted coldly.However, the next moment, the figure became clearer, and he couldn't move his eyes away—it was a very beautiful and amazing body, beyond the boundaries of gender and age, white and transparent, but covered with a Layers of light, slender, well-proportioned, with a vigorous growth, but elegant and quiet power.

Bo forgot to cast the spell, he wanted to concentrate on seeing what the figure looked like when it turned around, but the figure was all focused on the young man on the couch, and he gently lifted the light that could disperse the unconscious boy with white light. The sorcerer's talisman water leaned over the young man's face almost piously, and dripped the talisman water between the young man's lips drop by drop.

Turning his head around for a while, Bo looked eagerly, but only saw a smiling profile passing by. He felt that he didn't see anything clearly, but that vaguely bright smile made him almost stop breathing for an instant...

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"...That is the real rare treasure in the world, these mortals... are less than one ten-thousandth of his! You don't know, and you don't need to know these..."

Bo was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, his low voice became hoarse and sharp, and his eyes were full of menacing light: "You just need to know that the delicate and beautiful flowers that have just bloomed are often very fragile and cannot withstand anything." Wind and rain. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you should think about this flower, you don’t want her to wither prematurely, it’s a waste of money..."

The young scholar originally opened his eyes wide and looked at Bo's big hand on the girl's side without blinking. Hearing this, he stood up abruptly: "Don't, don't hurt Shuanglian, she, she is innocent. I will definitely think about what you said. Please, please give me a few more days, let me think about how to write this script. "

"I don't have much time to waste waiting." Bo also stood up, and the yellow snake hissed threateningly.Bo squinted his eyes and stared at the two people in front of him: "The winter solstice is coming... that is an important day! Although Kaifeng is prosperous, how can you have any part in this prosperity?! If you figure it out, in the future you and She can go back to the Northwest with me, and enjoy the glory and wealth that you can't enjoy here. I'm afraid you don't know that Zhang Yuan, just like you, is a failed scholar in the Song Dynasty, and now he has rejoined the account of Mingjun Next, the official has reached the Zhongshu Order!"

After finishing speaking, he lightly pressed his hand on the girl's head again: "Remember, you have no choice, don't think about reporting to the police, otherwise..."

His hand pressed down, and the scholar let out a terrified scream: "Stop! I, I will reply to you in three days!"

"Okay." Bo nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already left the room quickly. There was only a faint cloud of black air outside the room, and Bo Na's tall figure had disappeared.

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"I can talk to you properly only when you become a flower." The guests finally left, and before noon, Tan Zhifeng could rest for a while.He sat in front of the counter and looked at Zhuo Zhuo who refused to transform into a human form and refused to communicate with him, and whispered: "I feel a little nervous, Yi Yi hasn't come back yet, should I go out and have a look?"

"...I think Guard Zhan seems to have something to say today, what do you think he will say?..."

"...I haven't seen Xu Gan for a long time, will he come again?"

Zhuo Zhuo immediately forgot the vow he had just made not to speak or to show up for a week, and suddenly poked his head out from behind Tan Zhifeng, and said, "How about this, let's try with Yiyi leaves, you pull out a piece, I'll pull out a piece ...will come, won't come, will come, won't come..."

"Don't pull it out!" Tan Zhifeng quickly stopped her: "Yi Yi went out to do errands for me, aren't you afraid that he will come back and beat you?"