minister wants to kill the king

Did you just give up like this?

He doesn't care who Liu Junze is, and he has never met his relatives who have no relationship with him. He mainly wants to find out, who is his mother?According to what Liu Junze said, could it be that the fall of Chunshengfang was related to the father?

But Liu Junze didn't want to see him, so he could only temporarily put this matter aside and find another way.

Feng Su and Xue Lang returned to their new home after they left the Chen Mansion. They planned to settle down in Jinguan City temporarily and take care of themselves.

Chen Qingyu didn't know what happened that day, and asked afterward, Feng Su knew from Chen Qingyu's appearance that she didn't know that her uncle was Liu Junze, so he just said that he didn't find any clues, and didn't answer anything else.

Mixue was ruthlessly exploited by Feng Su, she swept the ground for half a month, and went to complain to Chen Qingyu crying. boudoir friend.

Feng Su: ""

Chen Qingyu suggested distressedly: "Do you want to come to my house? I'll ask the housekeeper to arrange a light job for you, so that we can talk often."

Mixue nodded happily, and followed Chen Qingyu to the Chen Mansion with a small burden on her back.

Feng Su was also very happy, finally no one harassed him anymore.

The two settled down in Jinguan City, and Feng Su found a job as a teacher to teach a group of children to enlightenment and earn money to support their families.

When he was in Chongwen Museum, he skipped classes the most. Now he has finally experienced the difficulty of being a teacher, and he is a headache every day by a group of chattering children.

All the children in the academy like Feng Su, and love to pester him to ask questions. Feng Su has a noble air and doesn't like to put on airs. The most important thing is that he looks good.

And Xue Lang was in charge of washing and cooking. After school, he went to pick up Feng Su at the gate of the academy. He had a fierce face, and the children were a little afraid of him, so they dared to lie at the door and peek at them leaving.

From autumn to winter, Jinguan City is not like the capital, with evergreen pines and cypresses, almost no snow in winter, and the people are comfortable and happy.

Soon it was the end of the new year, the academy was on holiday, and everyone was buying new year's goods, and the streets were bustling with people.

Shuzhou people have a strong taste, and there must be condiments such as pepper in the food, and there are a variety of desserts, which are very suitable for Fengsu's taste. He ate all the way along the roadside stalls, pulled Xue Lang, and bought whatever he saw , bought a bunch of new year's goods and planned to store them, Xue Lang said helplessly: "If you buy more, you won't be able to eat them all next year."

"Eat as much as you can." After passing this village, there will be no such shop. The food in Shuzhou is so delicious, what if I can't eat anymore.

On New Year's Eve, Feng Su was gearing up and volunteered to cook with Xue Lang, but what about the New Year's Eve dinner?

Xue Lang fastened his apron, "What do you want to eat?"

Feng Su sat on the threshold, dragging his chin to watch Xue Lang busy, "I want to eat fish, the stewed chicken you made last time is also good, and"

Feng Su clattered and reported the names of a long list of dishes, Xue Lang nodded, and began to slaughter chickens and fish, Feng Su moved to Xue Lang's side, "What can I do for you, quickly make arrangements."

Xue Lang caught the live chicken he had just bought out of the cage, pinched the chicken wings on both sides with one hand to prevent the chicken from moving, and plucked the hair on the neck familiarly, and was about to cut it off with one knife——

Feng Su, who had been watching for a long time, poked the chicken belly curiously.

The chicken thumped violently, its neck tilted, and Xue Lang's cutting blade deviated a little, and the blood of the chicken spurted wildly, and Xue Lang's face was the first to be sprayed.

Xue Lang: ""

The hen crooked her neck and died.

Feng Su couldn't stop laughing, the corners of Xue Lang's mouth twitched, Feng Su smiled wildly and took a handkerchief to wipe Xue Lang's face, "Don't move, hahahaha."

Xue Lang: ""

Holding the handkerchief, Feng Su looked at Xue Lang's indifferent face for a while, and laughed wildly again.

Xue Lang became angry from embarrassment: "I can't wipe it off."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Xue Lang was about to snatch the handkerchief from Feng Su's hand, but Feng Su dodged it lightly, "Come on, stop laughing hahaha." He suppressed his smile, wet the handkerchief, squatted down, carefully Wipe Xue Lang's face carefully.

Xue Lang sat opposite Feng Su, letting Feng Su rub his face expressionlessly, looking straight at Feng Su with calm eyes.The two of them were very close, their breaths intertwined, Feng Su could almost feel Xue Lang's warm breath.

The blood was not easy to wipe off, Feng Su wiped it off for a long time, and finally wiped it off, when he raised his head, he bumped into Xue Lang's Gujing Wubo's eyes.

Feng Su's heart suddenly trembled.

For the first time, he felt so strongly that Xue Lang was so good-looking.

The word 'good-looking' should not be used to describe a handsome man, but Feng Su's first reaction was that Xue Lang was good-looking.

Pleasant to the eye.

"Wiped clean?" Xue Lang asked.

Feng Su put down the veil embarrassingly, Xue Lang said helplessly: "I don't feel comfortable killing a chicken, just wait." As he spoke, he began to scald the chicken and pluck the feathers, but Feng Su couldn't get his hands in, so he sat on the side and stared.

Xue Lang quickly cooked vegetables, and the small courtyard was filled with the aroma of vegetables in a short while. A few children ran past the door and set off firecrackers, and it was very lively.

The smell of chicken soup wafted out, and the children were drooling, and they all lay down at the door and poked their heads, "Is it all right?"

Feng Su smiled and said, "Wait a little longer."

Then he ran into the kitchen and asked Xue Lang, "Are you ready?"

After a while, the chicken was stewed, and when the lid was lifted, the delicious smell came out. There was a thin layer of oil floating on the chicken soup, and there were seasonings such as Chinese prickly ash and star anise. Just smelling it makes people move their index fingers.

Feng Su filled a bowl and distributed it to the children at the door. When he came back, he filled out the stewed chicken, covered the bowl so that it wouldn't get cold, and then sat at the door to watch Xue Lang stir-fry.

Soon the table was filled with food, the sun gradually went down, and the noise of frolicking outside the door could no longer be heard, and every family closed their doors to celebrate New Year's Eve.

Xue Lang kept busy, and started rolling the dough and mixing the stuffing again. Finally, Feng Su was able to help, and cheered, "You want to make dumplings? I'll do it!"

"Wrapping wontons." The dough was rolled out thin and transparent, Xue Lang cut a few horizontally and vertically, and the wonton wrapper was ready.

Feng Su began to roll up his sleeves, "I'll come too, I'll come too!"

"Go and wash your hands!!" Xue Lang was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, and he had to beware of Feng Su's troubles, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

Until the sun went down and the sky was getting dark, Feng Su lit up the lamps, illuminating the room brightly.

Charcoal was burning in the stove, making the room warm and cozy. After the two of them arranged the dishes, Xue Lang brought out two bowls of hot wontons, sprinkled with minced green onion and ginger, which was delicious.

Wontons are filled with fresh shrimp. The shrimp meat is refreshing and springy. It tastes delicious. One bite of wontons will warm your stomach to your heart.

Feng Su sucked and said, "This wonton!!!" It's too delicious!

Xue Lang smiled, "I learned from others before."

"Huh?" Feng Su fanned his mouth from being scalded by the wonton.

Xue Lang stopped talking.

After Feng Su returned to Beijing in the previous life, the two reconciled as before. Xue Lang was so happy that Feng Su was delicious, so he searched for delicacies from mountains and seas and brought them to Feng Su every day.

One night, after the two went shopping, after eating a bowl of fresh shrimp wontons at the wonton stand at the entrance of Baishi Alley, Feng Su fell in love with the wontons there.

Xue Lang then said that he would invite Uncle Zhang, the owner of the wonton stall, to come to his mansion to make wontons for Fengsu.

Feng Su was not happy, and gave him a bad face, Xue Lang had no choice but to order someone to buy it, but after buying it, Feng Su didn't eat it, because he hated the bubble.

Uncle Zhang was in poor health, and the stall opened and closed from time to time, so Xue Lang put on a low profile, humbly asked for advice from Uncle Zhang, learned the skill of wrapping wontons, and made wontons for Fengsu himself.

Only then was Feng Su satisfied.

Xue Lang was inspired, and later began to learn to cook for Fengsu by himself, and his skills were comparable to that of Yunlailou's chef.

A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but Xue Lang thinks that watching the one he loves eat the food he cooks is the happiest thing in the world.

Later, when Feng Su ascended the throne, he was exiled to the border for four years and then recalled to Beijing. He was charged with eight crimes and put in prison.

At that time, Xue Lang told the imperial guards who came to arrest him that he wanted to eat wontons from Zhang Bo at the entrance of Baishi Lane.

This sentence was actually said to Feng Su.

He knew that the imperial guards would definitely tell Feng Su every word of his words, and he said that he wanted to eat wontons at the entrance of Baishi Lane.

In fact, he wanted Feng Su to remember his kindness.

It's a pity that it didn't work, Feng Su didn't even want to see him, so he hastily issued the beheading order.

New Year's Day.

In the early morning, Feng Su was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

He turned his face and rubbed against the pillow, but he rubbed against something hard.

Feng Su was in a daze, picked up the thing and looked at it, but it was a red seal with two ingots of broken silver wrapped in it.

Feng Su didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took the red envelope out of the bedroom. Xue Lang was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. He was wearing a thin military uniform, and his back was dripping with sweat.

Feng Su leaned against the door frame, smiled and said: "What are you doing with my red seal?"

Xue Lang punched vigorously with a set of punches. After practicing a set of punches, he didn't turn his head, and said with a smile in his voice, "Don't think too little of the lucky money for you."

Feng Su smiled and said: "You use the money I earn to send me New Year's money, how old am I?"

Xue Lang came over and went straight into the room to get a sweat towel, "I think he's still a child."

Feng Su snorted, with an unstoppable smile on his face, happily putting Hong Feng'er into his arms.

Xue Lang changed out of his sweat-soaked warrior uniform and started to wipe his back with water. Feng Su began to think about where to go, but suddenly Xue Lang turned around, took off the wolf teeth from his neck, and put them on the low table beside him. .

Feng Su saw Xue Lang carrying these two spikes several times, but he never looked closely, so he reached out to touch them curiously.

"Don't touch it!" Xue Lang said suddenly.

Xue Lang hadn't been so serious for a long time, Feng Su was stunned for a moment, Xue Lang explained: "This is a relic given to me by my mother."

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Since it is a relic, maybe Xue Lang attaches great importance to it, and Feng Su feels relieved after thinking about it.

"I heard that you Xianbei people will give spikes to your loved ones?" Feng Su asked casually.

Xue Lang's hands paused, and he said "hmm".

That night in the previous life, Feng Su's smiling face seemed to appear in front of him again——

The candle was dimly lit, Feng Su held the red rope, raised it high, looked at the two wolf teeth shaking, turned his head to look at Xue Lang, and smiled, the mole at the corner of his eye was dazzling, "How did I hear that you Xianbei people , will you give the wolf fangs to the one you love?"

"Then who am I to you?"

Xue Lang lowered his eyes, and changed his robe in silence. In his previous life, he gave Feng Su his heart and soul, and gave Feng Su the most precious wolf fang, but the other party abandoned him like a shoe; in this life, he will never do it again. Sincerely, it's still wolf teeth.

"Where are we going to play?" Feng Su asked enthusiastically.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Walk around in the West Market? It must be lively today."

The two of them went to the market again, and the market was extremely lively, with sugar paintings, lantern sellers, and jugglers everywhere.

Feng Su bought two sugar figurines and asked the boss to make them like them. The boss had been busy all day and was in a hurry.

"It's weird." Feng Su muttered.

"Does it look like father holding his son?" Xue Lang said with a smile.

The two candy figurines are one tall and the other short, and the boss has bad eyesight. The pinched Feng Su is half shorter than Xue Lang, and Feng Su looks a bit like him.

With a "click", Feng Su bit off the sugar man Xue Lang's head expressionlessly.

The first restaurant in Jinguan City is called "Dengxian Tower", which is the tallest building in the entire Jinguan City, hence the name "Dengxian".

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, many people will come to the fairy tower to climb high and look far away, so as to be blessed.

Feng Su and Xue Lang also came to Dengxian Tower, ready to go in for some fun, but when they looked up, they saw a familiar figure by the upstairs window.

"Isn't this Miss Chen?" Feng Suxu looked at her with squinted eyes.

Xue Lang nodded, Feng Su dragged Xue Lang upstairs, ready to say hello.

It was only after going upstairs that there was another boy sitting opposite Chen Qingyu.

With a sword in his hand, the young man kept talking, "I don't usually pay much attention to these things. You know, our family is also well-known in the martial arts world. My disciples have to practice martial arts more diligently."

Chen Qingyu forced out a peaceful smile.

"Miss Chen also practices martial arts? Isn't your family in business?" the boy asked.

Chen Qingyu replied softly: "Everyone in our family practices martial arts, and my uncle is also a good martial artist."

There was an invisible flash of disdain in the young man's eyes, "You have to concentrate on everything you do. How can this money-making business be associated with Ruyi Jianghu?"

Chen Qingyu didn't understand what he said, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I've heard that many merchants like to buy arty calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, but in fact they can't even tell the difference between Wu Daozi and Gu Kaizhi." The young man raised his chin slightly, looking down on others, pointing out something.

Feng Su watched from a distance, listened to the conversation between the two into the earphones, and couldn't help but said to Xue Lang: "Where did this stick come from?"

Xue Lang raised his eyebrows.

Chen Qingyu said: "I don't buy calligraphy and paintings at home."

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Chen Qingyu continued: "I really like tea, do you like Mengding Manna?"

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Feng Su chuckled, "Nice job." The two of them still watched from a distance, to see what else the young man could say.

What the boy meant was that he disliked that Chen Qingyu was from a businessman and smelled like copper.Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen are indeed often looked down upon by others, but the Chen family is rich, and even the magistrate treats him politely, and he doesn't know what kind of status this young man is, so he is so defiant.

As for Chen Qingyu, whether he couldn't understand the meaning of his words, or because he wanted to maintain etiquette, that's not yet known.

Chen Qingyu drank his tea intermittently, and the young man kept talking, chattering.

"Where is Miss Chen's sword?"

"Did not bring."

"How can this be done? How can a martial arts practitioner not carry a sword? Look at me, I always carry my 'Qingfeng' with me, and never leave it." The young man said.

Xue Lang listened for a while, then asked Feng Su, "Will you go to the latrine?"

The corners of Feng Su's mouth twitched, "It is said that martial arts practitioners never leave their weapons. What about your sword?"

"It's at home."

Feng Su teased and said: "What if something goes wrong, what do you use to protect me?"

Xue Lang smiled softly, "A weapon is a weapon, the icing on the cake, those weak people regard weapons as their lives, even if I don't have a knife, I can still protect you."

On the other side, Chen Qingyu put down his teacup, and said calmly: "It's just icing on the cake, it's the same whether you have it or not."

The young man couldn't believe it, "The sword is there, but the sword is dead, how can it be the same!" He sneered, "Miss Chen really has no sense of awe at all."

Chen Qingyu frowned slightly.

The young man stood up and said coldly: "Forget it, I have seen through you businessmen too, you have a copper smell and you are arty, so let me tell you straight, I was also forced to come by my family."

His voice was so loud that everyone around him looked over.

"I already have a girl I like. Ms. Chen, please respect yourself. If you want to force me to marry you, I will make it clear to you now. I will only give you a side room position. It is impossible to be a regular wife. Our Shushan Sword Pai's young wife is not so easy to be."

The people around understood instantly, and immediately started booing, pointing at Chen Qingyu one after another.

Feng Su also understood that getting married was originally the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, how could the two parties meet each other?What's more, today is still the first day of the new year.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart: These Jianghu people are really informal.

The young man's humiliation, if it was another girl, he would probably run out crying, or become angry from embarrassment.

However, Chen Qingyu was still sitting upright, as if he couldn't hear, but his face began to turn blue and white.

"Can't you hear me?" the boy said aggressively.

Feng Su couldn't listen anymore, he took out a copper plate, and the copper plate flew out with a flick of his fingers. The young man felt the sound of the wind, and narrowly avoided the copper plate, almost scratched his mouth by the flying copper plate.

Before the boy got angry, Feng Su came over and stood in front of Chen Qingyu, "Which one who doesn't have eyes dares to bully my sister?"

Chen Qingyu said in astonishment: "Mr. Lin?"

Feng Su quickly reached for the sword that the young man put on the table, and the young man stretched out his hand to block it. The two of them just used their palms to perform a few moves. Feng Su has been practicing martial arts with Xue Lang recently, and he has improved a lot compared to before. His sword was in his hand.

"Where the sword is with the people, is the sword dead and the people dead?" Feng Su squinted at him and pulled out the sword.

The young man's eyes widened with anger, Feng Su held a sharp sword and flicked it with his fingers, "The sword is life, so is your life in my hands?"

The young man was destined to rush over, but Feng Su was faster than him, and when the young man's shoulder moved, he swung his sword and touched his neck, making the young man unable to move.

"What are you? Who cares about your young wife? You look so poor, and you still want the lady from the richest family in Shuzhou to be your side room? Daydream didn't do that." Feng Su mocked.

The boy's face turned red completely, and the onlookers began to sigh.

The young man was about to start swearing, when Chen Qingyu stood up, and said calmly: "It was originally something that both the two families were interested in, and this is why we juniors meet each other. Why should Mr. Su talk like our Chen family forced you? Since Mr. Su If you don’t want to, let’s leave it at that.”

After finishing speaking, Chen Qingyu greeted the young man with a blessing, and said politely: "Also, I don't bring a sword because of etiquette. No one brings a weapon with them when they meet and eat. Even if I don't have a sword, I can beat you."

The young man's face was red, Feng Su threw the sword back to him, and went downstairs with Xue Lang and Chen Qingyu.

After leaving Dengxian Tower, Chen Qingyu said, "Thank you just now, Mr. Lin, for helping me out."

Feng Su smiled and said: "It's okay, I didn't cause you any trouble."

Chen Qingyu: "I didn't intend to tell him, but when did I become your sister?"

Feng Su: "I was in a hurry for a while, I couldn't bear him bullying you, so I just found an excuse to come up, Miss Chen, don't mind."

Chen Qingyu blinked, "I still thought Mr. Lin really planned to recognize me as a god-sister, and was about to nod, so it turned out to be nothing but joy."

Feng Su laughed and said, "If you are willing, then I will be so happy, since I came to Jinguan City, I don't know many people."

Chen Qingyu: "What's wrong with being sworn brothers and sisters? I'll tell my uncle another day."

Feng Suxin said goodbye, your uncle will not kill me, and said: "I won't bother him about this matter, the old man, just now, what's the matter with the Shushan Sword Sect?"

Chen Qingyu sighed, "Uncle wants me to marry. It just so happens that the head of the Shushan Sword Sect wants me to be his daughter-in-law. My uncle saw that they are from a family of martial arts, so he asked me to meet their young master. Look at each other, and that’s how it turned out.”

Chen Qingyu thought for a while, then hesitated and said: "My uncle likes those martial arts families very much, so he has always wanted me to marry into a martial arts family."

Feng Su said: "The young master is too arrogant."

Chen Qingyu nodded, "In fact, many of them are like this. Most of the martial arts families look down on us, but they want to build relationships with us."

Feng Su smiled and said, "I want your money, but I look down on you."

"That's right, it's kind of boring to do that. That person just now has poor martial arts." Chen Qingyu nodded.

At this time, a cold voice came from behind, "I asked you to meet the young master of Shushan Sword Sect, how did you beat him away?"

Chen Qingyu turned around and saluted, "Uncle."

Liu Junze frowned tightly, and found Feng Su behind Chen Qingyu, his eyes turned cold instantly, and his tone was filled with disgust, "Why are you?"