Wei Yangmou

Chapter 32

Han Cheng followed the captain back to Chang'an, but he didn't make it in time to enter the city. He stayed outside for the whole night. It rained the next morning, and the people in Chang'an, which was always mild and cold, were caught off guard. The whole group was shivering in the city At the gate, waited for the city gate to be opened before entering the city with the people who came in and out.

Chang'an didn't know what happened, and martial law was suddenly enforced. Even though the captain had a badge on him, he was still interrogated. It was even more difficult to enter the palace, the captain said.

After all, he has an errand, but Han Cheng is a retainer of the palace, and he is also a retainer of the Jiaodong Palace who just left Chang'an.

This living creature in the center of power, even if it is just a watchdog, still has eyes and power.

So he couldn't enter the palace, and he waited outside the palace gate all morning, with no food in his stomach, screaming hungry, coupled with the cold wind that kept blowing, and the rain from time to time. The collar floated into his neck, and he was so cold that he wished he could shrink himself into a tortoise, and he lost all feeling in his limbs. It was impolite to see the emperor and nobles, so Han Cheng had to find a place to rest temporarily.

But the imperial palace is at the foot of the real emperor, and there are no restaurants and teahouses around here. He had to go around a street to find a restaurant that looked very clean and clean.

"Shopkeeper, have a big bowl of hot noodle soup."

As soon as Han Cheng entered the door, his face was covered with hot air, and his body shivered involuntarily. The cold air that had not dissipated from his body seemed to be even colder under the warm air.

The shop waiter wore white linen around his waist, and came out from behind with a sluggish expression. When he saw the customer, he didn't speak, and just stood there in a daze. Han Cheng shrank his arms and felt warmer. : "It's so warm in your shop, why did it freeze you up?"

Seeing that he left without turning around, Xiao Er quickly came up to serve him very attentively and asked him what he wanted to eat.

Han Cheng said it again, Xiaoer quickly went to the back kitchen to spread the word, and when he came back, he brought a lake of hot tea, poured it for Han Cheng, and let him drink it warmly.

Han Cheng pointed to the white hemp on Xiaoer's waist and asked, "Although it is filial piety, but you brought this thing out to work, the owner of the shop knows it, and it's time to punish you."

Xiao Er took a step back vigilantly: "The meal is all ordered, even if you don't eat, you have to pay for the meal."

Han Cheng Yile: "Do you think I'm idle? Come to play with you in the shop?"

The waiter in the shop breathed a sigh of relief, and pursed his mouth: "Isn't it? After ordering, you have to pay the bill honestly. Let's take a filial piety. What's in the way?"

Han Cheng waited at the gate of the palace all morning, and there was no one to talk to. This would be suffocating, so he followed Xiaoer's words and asked: "What's the matter, is there still someone reneging on the debt?"

Xiao Er sighed, with a sad face: "Guest, you don't know, the old lady of the owner has gone, this shop is supposed to be closed, but there are a lot of people in this shop, if the shop is not open, they will starve to death, the owner will let them go." Continue to drive, but I still have to wear mourning for the old lady. Run faster than a rabbit."

Han Cheng just wanted to be happy, but Xiao Er still looked at him with righteous indignation, he couldn't laugh, his face was flushed, Xiao Er thought he was also angry, and thought he was a good person, so he enthusiastically went for him The kitchen has gone to urge the noodles.

After a while, it was brought up. There was a wind blowing outside, and it squeaked in through the crack of the door. Xiaoer muttered, "There are no customers anyway", and went to close the door. Before the door was closed, Suddenly, a group of imperial guards ran past the door, all of them carrying knives, looking aggressive.

Xiao Er closed the door in fright, turned her head and patted her chest: "It's alright if it's gloomy today, what are the officials doing with such a big battle? It's really scary."

Han Cheng heard the commotion and looked back, but saw nothing, Xiao Er muttered something and went to the side to wipe the table, not idle talking to Han Cheng.

Hancheng ate noodles and slurped, didn't hear a few words, Xiaoer was not annoyed, he looked like a talkative person holding back for a long time, just talk, no matter whether there is anyone listening.

After eating up a bowl of noodles, Han Cheng rubbed his stomach and felt that he was not very full. He was about to order another bowl when the door of the restaurant was suddenly opened, and a man of short stature came in and closed the door quickly. He also looked outside twice before turning around and walking in.

When he turned around, Han Cheng could clearly see that the man was uncontrollably thin, and his face was also very delicate, which seemed a bit masculine and feminine, but his eyes were very bright, and he felt that this man was very shrewd and not easy to bully.

Xiaoer went up to meet him: "Master, there's nothing wrong with the store when it's out in this weather, we can take care of it."

Sang Hongyang nodded, then shook his head again: "I'm here to give you courage. Cousin has news that something happened in the palace, and the whole city is going to search for some criminals..."

As he spoke, he saw Han Cheng, paused with his hand stretched out to his chest, and then slowly backed out, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he quickly regained his composure, he turned to look at Xiao Er: "Is there a guest? "

Xiao Er nodded, and asked him if he wanted to go upstairs to change clothes, because he had to change clothes when he went out in this weather.

Sang Hongyang slowly went behind the counter, did not speak again, and pretended to settle accounts.Xiaoer sighed helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "There's no business, so it's nothing."

Han Cheng looked at Sang Hongyang, and his tone was a little surprised: "This is your shop owner? Are you weak?"

The waiter in the shop couldn't help but look at Sang Hongyang when he heard the words, and pursed his lips. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but he held back and calmed down before he said: "I haven't been weak yet. This year's birthday is only one month past, next year it will be this time." Weak crown."

Han Cheng nodded, with admiration in his tone. It is not easy to manage such a family business at such a young age, and he still looks like this.

Sang Hongyang also knows that he has a tender face, and he used to disguise himself when he went out, wearing a fake beard to look older, but today it is raining and the city is under martial law. Even less, he didn't clean up. How could he meet Han Cheng by such a coincidence.

The waiter in the shop admires his master very much, and he praises him inside and out. Seeing Han Cheng's admiration, his face suddenly brightens, and he pulls him to praise his master non-stop. wait on;

What talent and intelligence, he is proficient in mental arithmetic at the age of 13, faster than the accountant specially trained by the family to dial the abacus...

When Han Cheng thought about the surname Sang, he really had some impressions. It seemed that the East Palace of His Royal Highness had indeed recruited a merchant's son as an aide, who was in charge of property. According to legend, the 13-year-old was amazingly talented. Although he was born in a merchant, But he was promoted exceptionally and entered the palace of servants.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a bit of doubt on his face. The waiter had always been questioned by others, and when he saw him showing such an expression, his tone suddenly became harsh: "Believe it or not."

After speaking, he threw the rag on the table and entered the back kitchen.

Han Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that the little girl had a bad temper.

Sang Hongyang was really trying to settle accounts, and the abacus dial was crackling, without the noise of Xiao Er, the sound was particularly abrupt.

Han Cheng looked at him sideways, Sang Hongyang kept his head down, he couldn't see why, and was planning to wait at the palace gate, when Sang Hongyang suddenly raised his head to look at him, and said in a flat tone: " I'm afraid someone will come looking for you, can you go?"

Han Cheng was taken aback for a moment, thinking why the child was talking so endlessly, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but suddenly remembered the forbidden soldiers who passed outside the door just now, and the palace gate that hadn't moved for so long, his heart suddenly jumped, thinking about it Jump up if you don't want to, and run to the back kitchen.

As soon as he got in with his front foot, the forbidden army kicked open the door and barged in with his back foot.

Sang Hongyang raised his head as if frightened, and walked out tremblingly: "What is the official doing?"

The captain of the Imperial Army glanced at this not-so-big restaurant, and paused for a while at the place where there was obviously a dirty bowl left by the customers, then turned to look at Sang Hongyang: "This man can Been here?"

The captain took out a portrait from his arms and handed it to Sang Hongyang. The person painted on it was Han Cheng.

Sang Hongyang shook his head quickly, and the soldiers behind the captain couldn't help but leaned forward: "Then who ate this? If you dare to conceal it, you are guilty of the same crime!"

Sang Hongyang was so frightened that his face turned pale when he shouted. The captain swung his subordinates down, looked at Sang Hongyang slightly, and his voice softened a little.

"This person has made a big mistake. If you know it, you have to tell the truth."

Sang Hongyang nodded hurriedly: "I, I, I don't know, I just came here, and I have never seen the guests served by Xiaoer..."

The captain nodded, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Just call that little girl out and ask."

Sang Hongyang nodded: "I'll go find..."

He turned around and ran, the flustered and bewildered look on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when he entered the back kitchen, there was only a calculating look in his eyes.

"What about people?"

He lowered his voice and asked, Xiaoer also lowered his voice, pointed to the pickle jar, Sang Hong stared, wishing to slap Xiaoer twice, who told you to hide him?

Xiao Er was stunned, thinking, if you don't hide it, why do you let people run to the back kitchen?

Sang Hongyang wanted to cry, but it was too late to drive people away at this stall, maybe they would bring people in again, but it was really hard to tell when the time came.

There was no time to communicate more, the two of them went out in a panic, met the captain, and before they had time to say anything, they were startled by the other party's face that suddenly became fierce.

"Say, who was eating here just now?"

Xiao Er was so frightened that he knelt down and stammered, "An old man with a child asked for a bowl of noodles. I said it wasn't enough, so I wanted to give them another bowl, but they only wanted an empty bowl. The young one didn't give it to the young one, but the old man was fierce, and in the end he gave the young one two coins less, and the young one knew that they were not good people at a glance, sir, the two went east, and the young one still recognized them. If you can catch it, can you get a reward?"

The captain looked at the waiter with a sullen face, snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

A group of people hurried away, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and Sang Hongyang kicked Xiaoer: "You are so sharp."

Xiao Er leaned on the ground with the strength of this foot, and wiped the sweat from his head: "Stop making fun of me, what can I do with this person?"

Sang Hongyang kicked him again and told him to get up and close the door, already guessing who that person was.

After thinking about it, I feel that the King of Jiaodong doesn't seem like a thing in the pool. It's not a loss for him to cause trouble. It's more or less a way out. I just feel that this trouble can't be kept in my hands forever, and I still have to deal with it as soon as possible. good.

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