Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

thirty,

A whole set of marriage ceremonies gradually came to an end in a grand atmosphere. Zhan Zhaohe and Fan Bo, the leaders of Song Dynasty's wedding ceremony, hardly had a good night's sleep in the past few days, let alone a good meal. It's over, and I can finally catch my breath. Taking advantage of the rare free time before leaving Shangjing, Zhan Zhao and Fan Bo changed into casual clothes and told the guards accompanying the team, and quietly left the back door to wander around Shangjing City casually.

The prosperity of Shangjing is not at all weaker than that of Bianliang City.

Although the weather was cold and the north wind was blowing, it was also a rare time for the nomadic Khitan to rest. The ranchers of the brigade returned to Shangjing to recuperate and buy supplies after the spring, making Shangjing even more prosperous than usual.

The bustling crowd of people on the street carried a rough atmosphere, Zhan Zhao and Fan Bo wandered casually, appreciating the style which was completely different from Song Dynasty, but they were also in a happy mood.

Although there was a little accident on this errand, overall it was not bad, and there were no major mistakes.Now that they are going back home, both Zhan Zhao and Fan Bo are secretly relieved, this trip is a pure game with a relaxed mind.

After shopping for half a day, it was gradually approaching noon, and the two felt hungry, so they wanted to eat something to fill their stomachs.

Originally, according to Zhan Zhao's intention, just find a place nearby and eat something casually, but Fan Bo felt that it was a rare trip to Beijing, and he must have a good meal of frontier-style food to live up to his trip.

Zhan Zhao is a casual person, so he let Fan Bo do it.

So the two went to this imposing restaurant with a very impressive name, called "Tianxia Restaurant". Fan Bo laughed secretly that the owner was crazy enough, but he was really surprised when he entered the store.The store is very spacious and bright. Although the bold and resolute decoration is a bit rough, it has a primitive taste. There are many mountain delicacies hanging on the beams in the store, and there is a smell of smell in the air that is unique to restaurants outside the Great Wall.

Fan Bo's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with a smile, "You must have come to the right place, hurry up and see what's delicious."

Seeing Fan Bo's hungry appearance, Zhan Zhao just smiled, patted Fan Bo and said, "Okay, you order food for your treat, I'm not picky eaters and I'm good at serving you, so I'll wait for you over there first." Ignoring Fan Bo's suddenly wry smile, he quietly found a table near the stove and sat down, brushed the table lightly, and poured water from the pot.

Fan Bo muttered to himself, but he quickly found the shop assistant and looked through the menus to order all the signature dishes in the shop. Then he was satisfied and sat down opposite Zhan Zhao, took a sip from his teacup, wrinkled Eyebrows: "What kind of tea is this? It tastes so astringent?"

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "Of course it can't compare to the Yuqian Longjing in Master Fan's house, but it's just ordinary tea bricks that have been boiled in boiling water.

Fan Bo stuck out his tongue, and said: "It's too bad to drink. I heard from friends in Jianghu that in the borderlands outside the Great Wall, fresh mare's milk is used to boil tea bricks. It is a must-have for nomads. I thought it was so delicious, but I didn’t expect it to be so bitter and astringent that it was hard to swallow.”

Zhan Zhao said: "Don't you want to taste the authentic Northland flavor, this cannot be omitted."

Fan Bo frowned and took another drink, and said, "Of course, I don't know when I will come to Beijing again."

The two were chatting, and slowly some waiters brought wine and dishes one after another, all of which were hearty delicacies filled with large pottery bowls, the hand-caught mutton just out of the pan was steaming, and the whole charcoal-grilled leg of lamb was still squeaky , the pheasant fried with peppercorns has a spicy taste... Even a person like Zhan Zhao who doesn't like meat and meat can be aroused all of a sudden. When Fan Bo pushed a large bowl full of spirits in front of him , Zhan Zhao couldn't help admiring, and began to eat and drink unceremoniously.

Zhan Zhao had a light drink, and after drinking half a bowl, he already felt a little hot in his cheeks, and his body began to feel dry, so he took off the fox fur that he was wearing on his body. Then he picked up some rare wild mushrooms and ate them.

Fan Bo has always had a big appetite, and he has a big appetite. Now that he is not restrained by the official uniform, he has no scruples about eating and drinking. He also knows that even if he is really drunk, he will not sleep on the street with Zhan Zhaozai.

The two of them quit their official duties, but they were both very willful.

Zhan Zhao and Fan Bo were having a good time eating and drinking, when suddenly a Khitan man came over and spoke a lot of Khitan language, Zhan Zhao couldn't understand, so he motioned to Fan Bo.

Fan Bo was busy dealing with a braised wild boar knuckle, his face changed slightly when he heard this, but he pretended to be indifferent: "It's nothing, he praised you for your good looks."

Zhan Zhao felt that Fan Bo's tone was not right, but he didn't go into it carefully. Out of politeness, Zhan Zhao smiled at the Khitan man, but unexpectedly the man said something else, and stretched out his hand back and forth between the words. Zhao's face touched it.

Zhan Zhao was a little surprised, and turned slightly to move away, but Fan Bo suddenly grabbed the opponent's wrist, and said a few Khitan dialects in a low voice, with a hint of warning.

Zhan Zhao didn't understand what was going on, and just about to ask Fan Bo what happened, the Khitan man suddenly became annoyed, raised his hand and shook off Fan Bo's restraint, pointed at Zhan Zhao and spoke blunt Chinese, and said, "I want you!"

Zhan Zhao was confused, and asked Fan Bo in confusion, "What does he mean?"

With a dark face, Fan Bo said angrily, "Hey, he said he has a crush on you and wants to take you away!"

"What?!" Zhan Zhao's slightly drunk mind was filled with golden light, could it be that he was drunk after only drinking half a bowl of wine, and he couldn't react for a while.

Fan Bo dissatisfied: "What? Do you think this is on the streets of Bianliang? Master Bao, why don't you give you more time to learn Khitan, and it's hard for me to translate for you."

Zhan Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Could it be that he's also drunk so he can't see that I'm a man?"

Fan Bo sighed: "I don't know what to say, Duanxiu knows? Fentao understands?"

Before the words finished, Zhan Zhao's slightly drunken cheeks became more and more red, and he was extremely embarrassed, and immediately stood up and said, "Hurry up and reject him, let's go now."

Fan Bo said: "I've already turned him down. If you are left in Shangjing, and my mentor still doesn't skin me when I go back, even if Mr. Bao can spare me, your boss won't beat me up?!"

Zhan Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "Forget it, he might be drunk, but he's almost eaten anyway, why don't we go."

Fan Bo looked at the remaining half of the leg of lamb with some reluctance, and said, "Okay, listen to you, we are not familiar with each other, it is better to have one thing less, let's go!"

The two were just about to get up and leave, but the Khitan man turned around and blocked them, saying: "Look, you are probably from the Song Dynasty, maybe you don't know who I am, so you want to leave?" He said Although the tone of voice is still a bit stiff, but the enunciation is still clear.

Fan Bo took half a step forward and covered Zhan Zhao behind him, and said, "It turns out that you can speak Chinese, so it's easy. We are indeed all from Da Song, and we will go back soon. We don't want to cause trouble, so why not?" Your Excellency, please respect yourself." Although he said politely, his tone was very strong.

The Khitan man smiled and said: "Hehe, since that's the case, I won't force it too much. As long as he stays with me for one night, I will definitely not treat the two of you badly."

The words were so straightforward that Zhan Zhao's ears turned red. Even though he was kind-hearted, he felt a little annoyed. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, and Fan Bo said, "Your Excellency can't just do what you want."

The Khitan man said: "You can make a condition."

Zhan Zhao couldn't help it, and said angrily, "My condition is that you get out of the way and never appear in front of me again!"

The Khitan man was not angry at all, he looked at the two of them, and said: "You seem to be from the Lian family, according to the rules of the Jianghu, whoever's fist is hard will be obeyed! Or, just follow the rules of the Jianghu?!"

Fan Bo said with a sullen face, "Please don't overdo it!"

During the quarrel, some Khitan people around slowly gathered around, chattering at one another, but even Fan Bo couldn't hear clearly.

Seeing that those who surrounded him were all with the Khitan man, and those who had nothing to do with them were already sneaking away, and after a while, the sound in the bright hall gradually became cold. Already gone seven, seven, eighty-eight...

It seemed that this was not the first time that the clerk in the store had encountered such a thing. He slightly bent over and took a certain amount of snowflake silver from a follower, and then quietly returned all of it.

Fan Bo was slightly nervous, and said, "What do you want?"

The Khitan man touched his full beard and said with a smile: "The rules of the world!"

As he said that, the people around him dispersed all of a sudden, but they formed a circle again, with ambiguous smiles on their faces, and their eyes swept Zhan Zhao back and forth.

The Khitan man stretched out a finger and said, "One on one, or together?"

Fan Bo was a little annoyed, and wanted to go up as soon as he shook his hand, but was grabbed by Zhan Zhao. Just as he was about to say something, Zhan Zhao had already stuffed the fox fur on his body, and sighed in a low voice: "I'll come, don't you?" He is good at close combat, but he drinks too much and can't handle it well, we'd better not hurt the Liao people and cause unnecessary trouble."

Fan Bo was still very confident in Zhan Zhao's skills. He hiccupped immediately and said with a smile, "Okay, use your Nanxia's skills to make a quick victory."

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