When Su Lu left the palace, the lights were already on.
Zhuque street was brightly lit, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians. Wine shops and all kinds of shops were brightly lit and full of diners.
Li Qing ascended the throne, listened to Su Lu's words, announced the lifting of the curfew and allowed the people to play all night.
Li Kun asked tuner to carry Su Lu's wheelchair to the carriage, but Su Lu refused. Such a lively scene can only be seen in Shangyuan, Mid Autumn Festival and Spring Festival in previous years. It's a pity not to go.
The mud pushed the wheelchair, and a group of guards followed, moving slowly forward in the night market.
The voice of the vendors selling candied haws is as bright as the sugar adhered to the candied haws. The stall of earthen pot soup emits a curling fragrance, and the large intestine rolling in the pot on the stewed stand makes people salivate.
"Wonton, noodle soup, pancakes."
"Chicken, duck soup, vermicelli soup."
"Spring rolls, crackers, ham."
All kinds of Hawking were heard.
The guards from the north had never seen such a scene. They walked and stopped. It was originally a night market for half a mile. Sheng Sheng was turned into fifteen miles by Li Kun.
Several guards dragged Li Kun and pointed at the food along the way. Li Kun also kept stirring his throat, but Su Lu didn't speak, and he only dared to have an eye addiction.
"This duck blood vermicelli soup is really good. It is worthy of being a unique feature of the Han country."
A forthright voice sounded on the booth in front. A bearded man stood up forthright, holding a large coarse porcelain bowl in his hand and shouted:
"Boss, another bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup is delicious."
Su Lu looked at the man sitting down and frowned slightly. The man's accent was not Chinese, but it should not be Tang. However, looking at the back of the man who was eating happily at the same table, he seemed familiar.
"Second brother, if you've been hungry for a long time, why don't you pad your stomach with a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup?"
Li Kun couldn't stand the entreaties of his brothers and came to ask Su Lu.
Su Lu glanced at the stall and nodded: "go and eat at that stall. Foreign ministers said it was delicious. It should taste good."
"Foreign minister?"
Li Kun glanced at several big men on the stall, pressed the handle of the knife at his waist, and his face was a little moved. Shit, it won't be so miserable. You can meet an assassin even if you eat.
When the boss saw a group of guards coming to dinner, he was immediately overjoyed and said:
"You Junye, but you have to eat. My Lao Li's duck blood vermicelli soup is unique in Beijing. You can eat happily, drink comfortably and have fun."
Hearing the boss's words, the back of the man sitting eating turned around and was meeting Su Lu's eyes. The man lost his chopsticks and stood up forthright. The table and bench next to him clattered.
"Su Hou, general Su, I haven't seen you for many days. Su Hou is... Lame?"
The envoy General of the state of Tang looked at Su Lu, his black face full of surprise, and his eyes stared like copper bells.
Su Lu told Li Kun, "just eat here, give the brothers a tooth sacrifice, and then take some back to eat for the brothers in the house."
The boss rolled up his sleeves happily, and the tone was raised by three points:
"OK, please sit down objectively, younger sister Yao. Fourteen duck blood vermicelli soup, ready to go."
"I dare to ask you objectively. I also have marinated meat, pig head, pig face, pig ears, pig liver, pig intestines and pig hooves. Can you add some children's dishes?"
At this point, the boss lowered his voice and leaned over to say:
"I also have the best spirits from the north, from the vast Tule prairie. The horses drink the spirits they say are good?"
Several guards became interested and mocked the boss's boasting. They came from Beidi, where they had drunk bullshit Tule liquor. Tule people drank mare's milk.
There were more than a dozen people on the stall, which was in a mess.
Su Lu came to general Wei and asked, "general Wei, your envoys have returned to the post house. Why do you eat here alone?"
Before general Wei spoke, the two big men next to him were unwilling.
"It's said that Su Hou's poems are unparalleled and the military array is not right. It's no better to see it face to face."
"Eat here alone. Aren't we human?"
Su Lu was stunned and smiled.
"Forgive me, two generals. Su is clumsy. General Wei has always been alone in our capital. I didn't expect to make an appointment with two heroes this time."
General Wei interrupted the man who wanted to talk and introduced Su Lu:
"Lord Hou, these two are envoys of the Western Qin Dynasty. They are envoy Pu Chao and Deputy envoy Ma Yuan."
"They are all rude men!
The Western Qin Dynasty still doesn't value your han country. The envoys sent are such rude men. It's clear that they don't want to make friends with your han country. "
Pu Chao pushed general Wei when he heard the speech, "Wei beard, you're still the same as before!
You want to black us as soon as you have a chance. It's not something. Marquis Su, don't listen to his rumors. Our Puchao official lives in Kanto and has the power to deal with the border dispute between the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty. "
"Deputy envoy Ma Yuan came from the post of the governor of Liangzhou, which is the Liangzhou CI in the poem you wrote by Marquis su. This Ci is very popular with the emperor of the Qin Dynasty. If Marquis Su is willing, our country is willing to empty the post of governor of Liangzhou."
"You brag."
General Wei scolded his entourage, moved a stool and asked Su Lu to sit down. He introduced Su Lu:
"Lord Hou, it's stewed. The boss makes it delicious. Every time I come to the Han country, I have to eat a few bowls."
Su Lu asked for a bowl of wonton and some oil cakes, and said:
"The three are guests from far away. I shouldn't have offended you, but this time my princess ascends the throne, I hope you can give me face and don't cause trouble."
General Wei smiled, put the bowl on the table and said angrily:
"I admire Hou Ye's poems. Is it important for national affairs to speak by force? I don't admire Hou Ye's force."
Pu Chao stirred in the stewed bowl with chopsticks, and his voice was also full of ridicule:
"If the Marquis is willing to give up the foundation of the Han Dynasty and join the great Qin Dynasty, don't give me some face. Even if he is willing to give up the power of the great Qin Dynasty and help Li Qing ascend the throne, there is no problem“
General Wei snorted coldly: "Pu Chao, do you want to die? Dig a corner in front of me. The Marquis is the person valued by the Tang Dynasty. You dare to dig the marquis. Believe it or not, the Tang Dynasty will send troops to destroy your state of Qin."
Ma Yuan sneered: "guard beard, just say it but don't practice fake moves. Try it. I Daqin is not the Han country you can knead. Let's fight and see who can win."
Su Lu put down the wonton bowl, chewed the oil cake, stood up and said.
"Since I don't give face, I'll see Zhenzhang on the battlefield. Thank you for your hospitality."
Su Lu's hand said, "finish eating and leave."
Wei beard stood up and said, "Lao Pu, there are many of you. It's your treat."
Pu Chao smiled and said, "sorry, we paid the money. Boss, I don't know them. I want money to find him."
Guard beard looked at the guards who had slipped away, looked at the bowls piled up on the table, touched his purse, and his face was as black as potstickers.
It's over this time. Half a month's salary is gone