After the salted fish is married

116. hit the road

Yan Xining is very discerning, the skewers he selected are so delicious that Yan Ke drank even the soup from the lotus leaves.After eating the skewers, Yan Xining turned her attention to the sugar seller's stand on the side of the road.

The small stall was full of enthusiastic children, and they were noisy: "I want a little tiger!" "No, I am a mouse, I want a little mouse."

The shopkeeper happily accepted the three highest copper coins: "Don't make noise, come one by one, first be a little mouse, and then a little tiger." The children finally settled down, watching the shopkeeper's actions with bright eyes.

I saw the shopkeeper dug out a spoonful of golden syrup from a clay pot next to the stall, and he squeezed it skillfully while blowing air. After a while, a vivid sugar mouse appeared in the shopkeeper's hand.The candy mouse is transparent, and the thin candy looks particularly fragile, and it will shatter when touched lightly.

The shopkeeper handed the candy mouse to the child who had just given the money, and then dug a spoonful of candy and picked up the little tiger.The children cheered: "Tiger tiger!"

Blowing unshaped syrup into vivid animals is a technical job, and ordinary people can't do it.Yan Xining stopped and stared at the shopkeeper intently.Like those curious children, there was light in his eyes.

Seeing Yan Xining's enthusiasm, Ji Song said softly, "If you want one, buy one."

Yan Ke was ready to pay, but Yan Xining refused: "No need, I'll just take a look."

If he was 20 years younger, he might have eaten Sugar Man without any hesitation after he got tired of playing.But now he can't eat it, and the candy man who can't eat it can only collect ashes or attract ants at home, he just needs to look at it.

But when you go back, you can try to make a can of malt candy. The golden jar of malt candy in the store has aroused his greed. He hasn't eaten authentic malt candy for a long time.

After watching for a while, Yan Xining changed his target again, this time he ran to the candy stall.Just like that, Ji Song was pushed by his princess, and ate from the end of the bridge. The nails behind the wheelchair were covered with oiled paper bags, and Ji Song also held large and small oiled paper bags in his arms.

When they squeezed out from the crowd, Yan Xining was satisfied: "I'm so happy, I haven't visited the night market for a long time. What do you think, Songsong?"

Ji Song burped: "Yes, happy."

Don't look at Yan Xining bought so many things, after returning, these things will be divided up by the guards.Ever since she got on good terms with the guards, Yan Xining didn't worry about leftovers at all.

By the time the two returned to Wenzhang Garden, the moon had reached mid-heaven.Yan Xining tidied up and prepared to wash up. Just as he was about to walk to the bathtub, he heard Ji Song's voice: "A'Ning, where do you want to go tomorrow?"

Emperor Pingyuan gave Ji Song a five-day vacation. If he was before, he wouldn't need a vacation at all.But now, he just wants to take Anindo for a walk.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Xining said, "Shall we go to the racecourse?"

The last time they went to the racecourse because of Ye Linfeng, they came back in a hurry after going there.He hasn't established a friendly relationship with Little Short Legs yet, and he hasn't really learned how to ride a horse. This time, he can stay at the horse farm for a while.If it is convenient, they can also go to several nearby Zhuangzi to see the situation of each Zhuangzi.

Ji Song responded, "Okay, let's go to the racecourse."

After a pause, Ji Song said: "You rest first, I'll go out for a while."

Yan Xining poked her head out from behind the screen: "It's so late..."

He suddenly stopped, he thought he knew what Ji Song was going to do.At today's banquet, Mo Le was defined as leaving the mission voluntarily. From now on, no one will care about Mo Le's life or death.If he were Ji Song, he wouldn't keep Mo Le either.

Realizing that Ji Song was going to kill someone, Yan Xining did not have too many emotional fluctuations. He said softly, "Go early and return early, pay attention to safety."

Watching the wheelchair pass the threshold, Yan Xining lowered his eyes and touched his chest.Since when did he become indifferent to the loss of human life?It seems that without knowing it, he has integrated into Chu Liao and accepted the identity of Princess Rong.

The wheelchair slowly disappeared into the courtyard, Yan Xining looked at the empty courtyard and felt empty in her heart.

After the wheelchair turned around the Huxin Pavilion and headed east, Ji Song didn't leave the palace as Yan Xining thought, but went straight to Tingsong Tower.The guards surrounded the Tingsong Building with an iron wall, and they raised their vigilance to prevent anyone from approaching.

Walking through the corridor in the courtyard, Ji Song stopped at the place where he used to practice arrows.Yan Ke lightly moved a stone on the rockery on one side, only to hear a small "click" sound, and the stone slabs in front of Ji Song suddenly moved away to the two sides, revealing a long and deep passage.

Not many people know about this passage, and Ji Song discovered it by accident when he was young.It is said that this passage was built by his grandfather when he was young to meet lovers, and the other end of the passage is the house next to the Yingke Building.

When Emperor Pingyuan awarded this house to Ji Song, Ji Song never thought that one day he would use this secret passage to interrogate the enemy generals.

Yan Ke bent down and squatted in front of Ji Song: "Master." The passage was narrow, and there was no way for the two of them to carry the wheelchair down as usual, so Ji Song could only be wronged to lie on his back.

The passage passes through the bottom of Lanyue Lake, all the way to the north. After Yan Ke walked quickly for a cup of tea, a wall appeared at the end of the passage.A guard had long been waiting for the two of them by the wall. Seeing them coming, the guard pressed a button by the wall, and the wall shrank to one side.

There was a narrow dark room on the other side of the wall. Although it was a dark room, the air was not stuffy.There is a wheelchair in the dark room, the style is exactly the same as Ji Song usually sits on.After Ji Song sat down, a movable secret door appeared on the wall on one side of the dark room. After the secret door opened, a rancid smell accompanied by bloody smell came oncoming.

Mo Le, who was so arrogant a few days ago, was leaning against the iron cage half dead, with his head bowed and his face covered by disheveled hair.Hearing the movement of the wheelchair, Mo Le raised his head with difficulty: "I have already said what should be said, you kill me, kill me..."

Moller himself never imagined that one day he would be so thirsty for death.The lofty ambitions of the past were wiped out in this three-foot iron cage. When he arrived here, Mo Le found that all his strategies were useless.Now he just wanted to die happily, and he didn't want to suffer any more.

During this period, Mo Le explained many things, but there was not much information related to Ji Song's broken leg.Ji Song wanted to tell Mo Le about today's banquet before he died, but when he saw Mo Le's withered eyes, he felt only desolation in his heart.

Mo Le is the general of Liaoxia, if he hadn't been ambushed by him, he would have a broader future.Just like him, if he hadn't been ambushed, he would still be the marshal of the Chiling Army, and he was still riding his horse on the frontier.

People are really sad. Even if there are infinite strategies, there will always be times when the strategies cannot be counted.There are always unexpected people and things appearing in one's life and changing the trajectory of one's life.

Ji Song sighed softly: "Send him on his way. Give him the respect he deserves."

Hearing this, a relieved smile appeared on Mo Le's pale face: "It's finally over..."

As soon as the words fell, a guard hugged Mo Le's neck from outside the iron cage. After a crisp "click", Mo Le turned his head to the side, and his body slowly slid down the iron cage.

Just as Ji Song was looking at Mo Le's body in a daze, Ye Linfeng's voice came from his ear: "For such a trivial matter as sending him on the road, you can just tell the guards, why bother?"

Ji Song didn't say a word, Ye Linfeng stepped forward to check Mo Le's pulse: "He's dead."

He stood up to comfort Ji Song and said, "Don't be discouraged. Although this kid didn't personally plan to ambush you, he didn't die unjustly. When the old man is free, I will go to Liaoxia for you and catch the one next to him." Dear friend, you can just ask when the time comes."

Ji Song lowered his head and rubbed between his brows: "Genius doctor, can you tell me the truth. Why did you help me?"

Ye Linfeng was stunned for a moment, then he said sternly: "Does it need to be said? I have meat to eat with you."

Ji Song laughed lightly, and shook his head: "It's fine if you don't want to say it, I won't force it."

He suddenly felt very tired, and Moller's thread was still broken.Since he returned to Beijing, he has been investigating the mastermind behind the scenes.But the more I investigate, the more mysteries become more and more, but the trace of the black hand is still invisible.

At this moment, he was a little frustrated. Why is it so easy for others to investigate something, but it is so difficult for him to find out who killed him?

Ye Linfeng patted Ji Song's shoulder lightly: "Hey, this is uncomfortable? No way? The dignified Ji Rongchuan can't bear this blow? Isn't it because he caught the wrong person? This is normal, interpersonal relationship It's complicated, and what you see may not be the truth. Brace yourselves!"

Ji Song was in a complicated mood: "Yes."

Ye Linfeng said with a smile: "Little age is hard and hatred is deep, and life is easy to be short-lived. Hurry back and hug your princess to have a good rest, and let the bad things go. When the rain stops, the old man will heal your legs. When the time comes, you must stand up completely and scare the person who assassinated you to death."

Ji Song raised his eyes and looked at Ye Linfeng: "Thank you, Doctor Ye." No matter what purpose Ye Linfeng came to him for, at least at this moment, he was grateful to him.

By the time Ji Song returned to Wenzhang Garden again, Zi Shi had already passed.There was a swaying bean lamp in the main room, seeing this lamp, Ji Song's cold heart gradually warmed up, maybe Ye Linfeng was right, he really should let go of finding the mastermind behind the scenes.

Even though he attended a banquet, visited the night market and killed someone the night before, Ji Song still opened his eyes the next morning.He moved his body and wanted to turn over and get out of bed, but Yan Xining was sleeping peacefully on his chest.

During this period of time, Ji Song discovered that there was a magical switch on Yan Xining's body, as long as he gently stroked his side, Ah Ning, who was afraid of ticklish, would let him go and roll away.Ji Song stretched out his hand and stroked Yan Xining's side gently, but as he stroked, he suddenly felt something strange.

He failed to wake up Aning, but woke up Xiao Ning.what to do?Little Xiaosong is still not in control.

Yan Xining was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt Ji Song pushing him.He opened his eyes in a daze: "Huh? Songsong, you're back..."

Ji Song pursed his lips, his eyes filled with annoyance and embarrassment.Yan Xining was a little dizzy at first, but when he followed Ji Song's gaze and lowered his head, his face flushed suddenly, and he got under the quilt.

117. Lucky bag

Looking at the bulge in the quilt, Ji Song's heart felt soft and astringent, and he patted lightly through the quilt: "It's okay, Ah Ning, this is normal."

Yan Xining's voice came from under the quilt: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose..." It was so embarrassing, he slept with Ji Song for so long, and he has been under control all the time, why didn't he control it today?

Feeling the tremor coming from under the quilt, Ji Song's ears turned a little red, and he said embarrassedly: "If you don't know how, I... can help you."

How could Yan Xining ask Ji Song to help, his head got out of the quilt: "No, no."

Ji Song's eyes dimmed slightly, he got off the bed and sat on the wheelchair skillfully.After the wheelchair turned around the screen, Ji Song stopped.With his back to the screen, he obviously wanted to leave, but the wheelchair couldn't move anymore as if it had taken root.

A rustling sound came from behind the screen, and Ah Ning's voice was amplified.After a while, Ji Song heard his muffled hum.Ji Song's body was hot, and his whole body was numb and numb.

When he heard the sound of Yan Xining getting out of bed, Ji Song suddenly realized what he was doing, and fled with red ears.

After Yan Xining got up, Ji Song also regained his composure: "A-Ning, we can start now."

Yan Xining stood in the courtyard and looked around: "Wait a minute, I still have some things to pack."

After a while, the cook Lao Zhang brought a bamboo basket covered with gauze: "Princess, here is what you want, you can take a look and see if it's okay."

Yan Xining lifted the gauze and took a look. He gave Lao Zhang a thumbs up: "Great job! As expected of Lao Zhang." The cook Lao Zhang who was praised by the princess smiled all over his face, his mouth almost went to the back of his head.

Usually when going out, Yan Xining would go through the gate, but today they walked towards the east side gate.Yan Xining was a little puzzled: "Songsong, why did we go through the side door today?"

Ji Song patiently explained: "There are dozens of officials blocking the gate of the palace. If you leave from the gate, you will be bumped into by them."

The most indispensable thing in the world is the icing on the cake. Yesterday they defeated the Liaoxia envoy at the banquet, and some "smart" courtiers have already started to act.Ji Song doesn't mind being attached, but he resents this group of people coming so quickly.They have clear goals and make no secret of their desires and desires to get benefits from themselves. When they are down, this group of people runs faster than anyone else.

Yan Xining was shocked: "There is such a thing?"

Ji Song said calmly, "If you want to meet them, we can go back."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Xining shook his head again and again: "No, no, let's go to the racecourse." He would rather deal with horses than deal with courtiers who are full of thoughts.

In order to avoid the courtiers, Yan Ke and the others specially changed a carriage.Although the exterior of the carriage seemed to have changed, the interior was still the structure they were familiar with.When the carriage passed by the gate of the palace, Yan Xining carefully opened the curtain a crack.

Looking through the cracks, there are dozens of carriages waiting at the entrance of Prince Rong's Mansion, and these carriages are loaded with brocade boxes.The well-dressed people smiled happily, and they gathered together and looked at the closed door expectantly.

This scene gave Yan Xining an indescribable feeling, one must know that there are very few guests in Prince Rong's Mansion on weekdays.Even if there are guests, it is by appointment in advance.

At this moment, he had a deep understanding of the meaning of the word "the crowd is like a city", Yan Xining put down the curtain and let out a long sigh: "Hey, there are a lot of people."

Ji Song laughed lightly: "In the next few days, there will be more people." But he didn't want to see anyone, he just wanted to spend time with his concubine these days.

After the carriage arrived at the outskirts of the city smoothly, Yan Xining skillfully brought out a basket covered with gauze from under the low couch.Ji Song was a little curious: "What's in the basket?"

Yan Xining handed the bamboo basket to Ji Song and removed the gauze, only to see pieces of dried bean curd that were deep-fried golden inside.Each piece of dried tofu was as long as Ji Song's palm, and they were thinner than the usual dried tofu, looking quite solid.In addition to dried tofu, there were also round off-white balls in the bamboo basket, the most eye-catching ones were the large half-foot-long bamboo sticks.

Yan Xining explained: "Tofu skin and gluten, didn't you say to make boiled skewers yesterday?" Speaking of boiled skewers, his favorite is the fish roe lucky bag inside.Although Chu Liao does not have fish roe lucky bags, you can still have a few homemade lucky bags.

As he spoke, he dragged out the simple stove from under the low couch: "I'll make lucky bags in a while, and I'm going to prepare them now."

Ji Song sighed helplessly: "Let the people below do this kind of thing, why do you do it yourself?"

Yan Xining smiled and said: "Old Zhang has already prepared most of the things for me, I just need to deal with it a little bit. Besides, being idle is idle, doing it yourself feels different."

After the fire in the stove started to rise, Yan Xining added half a pot of water to the pot, and he submerged the dried beans in the water.The charcoal fire licked the bottom of the pot unhurriedly, and the water in the pot soon boiled.

The fried dried tofu is soaked in boiling water, and they become soft from porcelain.After cooking for a while, Yan Xining took them out of the pot and dried them in a clean Shakei.

The stewed dried tofu removes the greasy and bean flavor, which is convenient for the next step of stewing.After seeing Yan Xining add various seasonings into the cleaned pot, Ji Song was completely convinced: "How many things did you bring out?"

Yan Xining smiled and showed Ji Song his bulging cloth bag: "It's nothing, I just prepared some seasonings." The horse farm has a lot of products, so he doesn't worry about lack of ingredients.As long as the seasoning is sufficient, he has the confidence to make something delicious.

Before the carriage reached the mountain stream, the dried tofu in the pot was already cooked.Smelling the smell of dried tofu, Yan Ke couldn't help it again: "Princess, the dried tofu smells so good."

Yan Xining said cheerfully, "It will taste even more delicious when the lucky bag is ready."

The cooked dried tofu became a bit dull with the color of the sauce, and their insides became loose, and the juice in them could be squeezed out easily.Strips of pressed dried tofu soon appeared on the chopping board. The shriveled dried tofu didn't look like food, but more like some kind of fabric.

Yan Xining cut the dried tofu in the middle, and at this time, gently picked it up with chopsticks, and the dried tofu could be separated from the middle.At this time, the dried tofu is like a small bag, which can hold the ingredients he wants.

For today's lucky bag, he asked Lao Zhang to help prepare a lot of things.At this time, if you rummage in the bamboo basket, you can find white rice cakes, boiled red beans, meat paste mixed with shrimp... and so on.

Yan Xining filled the tofu skin with rice cake slices and red beans. At this time, he took out a small handful of dried bamboo shoots that had been blanched in boiling water.These dried bamboo shoots were dried in the spring, and I haven't had a chance to eat them during this time.The dried bamboo shoots are strong and tough, and the three-inch long dried bamboo shoots are just enough to tie the opening of the tofu skin.

After a while, bulging lucky bags appeared in the bamboo basket, which looked exquisite and cute at first glance.The stuffing that Yan Xining stuffed into the lucky bag was different, it was hard to tell what was inside just by looking at the outside.

Seeing Ji Song picking up a lucky bag and looking it up curiously, Yan Xining smiled and said, "This is a tofu lucky bag. It looks like deep-fried tofu, but there may be rice cakes or meat in it. The texture is richer and the taste is better. It tastes better. It’s even more worth looking forward to.”

Ji Song smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Yan Xining warmly invited Ji Song: "Do you want to make a lucky bag together?"

Ji Song put down the book in his hand, he took the tofu skin and carefully filled it with ingredients.Not to mention, the feeling of making a lucky bag is quite interesting. Watching the lucky bag take shape, Ji Song felt much calmer.

The efficiency of the two working together was astonishing. When the carriage arrived at the racecourse, all the tofu skins turned into lucky bags.

Li Liheng and Qi Zhong were already waiting on Zhuangzi in the racecourse. As soon as the carriage of Prince Rong's mansion stopped, the two immediately stepped forward to help.Yan Xining jumped down from the carriage, he jumped up and said, "Where's the little short leg?"

The short legs are still short, and its coat color is still gaudy.It's been a long time since we saw each other, but I didn't expect the little short leg to know Yan Xining.Yan Xining skillfully got on the pony, which made Bai Tao envious: "Master, is this the short leg? It is really a good horse. You can ride a horse, it is too majestic."

When they came to the racecourse last time, Ji Song and the others didn't plan to stay for long, so they didn't bring Bai Tao and the others with them.This time, he had to stay at the racecourse for a longer time, fearing that Yan Xining would not get used to it, Ji Song asked Bai Tao and the others to follow.

Yan Xining never felt that Bai Tao's words were so sweet, and at this moment he was a little flustered: "Are you majestic? I'll let you ride in a while."

Bai Tao was so moved that he almost cried: "Master, you are so kind!"

Yan Ke suppressed a smile: "The concubine and Bai Tao are so easy to coax." He has never seen such an easy-to-satisfy person who only used a pony to coax the master and servant into submission.

Ji Song smiled: "This is very good."

At this time, Yan Xining was riding on a pony, with a happy Xiaosong running on his left, and Cang Feng squatting on his right.At this moment, he just wants to compose a poem: "...the old man is talking about being a teenager, holding Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right..."

Hearing Yan Xining's rhetoric, Yan Ke and the others couldn't bear it anymore, and the guards squatted on the ground laughing until tears came out.On the left is indeed a yellow dog, and on the right is indeed a rare Costin.It's just that the posture of their princess sitting on a bantam has nothing to do with heroism.

Fortunately, the grass in the meadow is not high. If the grass were higher, the princess riding a pony would not be able to see it when she got into the grass.

After reviewing the horse riding skills learned last time on her short legs, Yan Xining felt that her equestrian skills had greatly improved.Just as he was trotting on the pasture on short legs, he saw Ji Song looking at the horses in the pasture with his back turned to him.

Ji Song's back is lonely, looking very lonely.

Presumably he felt uncomfortable seeing thousands of horses galloping.At this time, someone needs to comfort him, and Yan Xining feels that this task is his duty.So he greeted Bai Tao: "Bai Tao, you can ride the horse instead."

After Bai Tao cheered, he led his short legs to grope while Yan Xining walked slowly to Ji Song's side. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "What are you looking at, Song Song?"

Ji Song was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said with a smile, "Why don't you ride a horse?"

Yan Xining replied casually: "Let Bai Tao ride the horse too. What are you looking at?"

Ji turned to look at the racecourse, and he pointed to the leading black horse in the herd: "Did you see that black horse? This horse looks exactly like the war horse I used to have."

Yan Xining understood, and Ji Song fell in love with the scene.Just as he was thinking about how to comfort Ji Song, he only heard Ji Song firmly say: "When my legs recover, I will ride them."

When Ji Song came to the racecourse last time, he was disheartened when he saw this horse.He didn't find Ye Linfeng at that time, he was still a waste with crippled legs and could no longer stand up.But this time, he had a new hope.Not only does he have to stand up, he has to return to his former state.

He wants to gallop on the battlefield again and hold his beloved in his arms.