Chapter 2339

The weather was getting colder and the main dish of Shenxianju became hot pot.

The hot pot tables in the lobby were misty, and the covered people were in a trance.

"A catty of beef!"

Someone shouted, a man went to the back and came with a plate of beef.

After the garrison was built in Hami, now the grassland is almost the backyard of Daming. Anyone who wants to cross the grassland to attack Daming must first worry that his back road will be cut off by Hami City.

Now there are no swordsmen on the grassland. Daming's cavalry cruises near yilibaoli. He even looks at the abandoned city from time to time, but turns a blind eye to the small grassland tribes living in it.

From yilibaoli to nuergandasi, there are cattle and sheep everywhere in a territory about the size of Daming.

"Why is it cheap? Don't you forget it?"

At this time, a table of diners checked out, mostly regular customers, so they were very familiar with the price, and they felt wrong as soon as they heard it.

The waiter stooped slightly and said, "the guest doesn't know. Recently, many cattle and sheep have been sold in the north. Many of them are kept outside Beiping city and are waiting to be sold!"

The guest said with a smile, "yes! Rare things are more expensive. More cattle and sheep are not valuable, but it shows your duty to take the initiative to reduce the price. Good."

The diner on the side also shouted well. The man straightened up and said confidently, "we will always be the lowest here, whether it's the price of vegetables or meat, but we can guarantee the best, and we won't pit everyone."

The crowd laughed for a while and then ate it.

At this time, someone came out, but everyone looked worried.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper. How about going out for autumn?"

Mo Chou came out in a cotton padded robe with a pale face.

She didn't wear a hat or a mask. Her face was white and her black eyes swept across the lobby. Those diners who wanted to laugh avoided her eyes and bowed their heads to eat.

Mo Chou is out of the immortal house, and the carriage is already waiting.

Mo Chou got into the carriage, and Yaodi also came up, and then the carriage went slowly.

"Qin Lou's courage is not so great. Let's add medicine... Eh, what's here?"

The carriage was covered with blankets the day before yesterday, but now one corner of the blanket is high and wriggling.

Mo Chou covered his forehead and said, "Huanhuan... I want you to indulge him too much."

The younger brother said with a straight face, "Miss, young master, I haven't been on the street for a long time."

"Mother."

A five or six-year-old boy climbed out under the blanket. He threw himself on Mo Chou's leg, looked up and begged, "Mom, I'll go to play with my sister and a big dog."

Mo Chou said angrily, "sneaking into the carriage, I'm not afraid of being abducted!"

Her mouth was fierce, but her hand gently stroked the child's back, just like coaxing him to sleep at night.

When the carriage reached the main road, its speed increased a little.

When he left the city later, Mochou lifted the curtain and let Huanhuan look outside.

She lives in the immortal house alone with Huanhuan, and women are inconvenient to appear in public, so Huanhuan doesn't come out to play much.

The child is looking at the outskirts of Beiping in late autumn. Mo Chou is thinking about Fang waking up in Jinling.

"Miss, the northerners are gloating over the cleaning up of the south! They say that the master is a murderer, and those southerners can't beg for good."

Yaodi often hears those diners. He has all kinds of news, which is more informed than Qingpi.

Mo Chou grabbed Huanhuan's neck and collar and said, "we all know that if the north is cleaned up, the South will not be spared. Otherwise, the north and the South will be divided, and your majesty will certainly not do it. As for the Lord... Those gentry are not good people."

After arriving at fangjiazhuang, Mo Chou takes Huanhuan to see Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai.

The three people were polite and played in the yard with joy.

"Madam, how's the potato wound?"

Mo Chou came to visit the injured potato today and brought some herbs.

Zhang Shuhui said with a wry smile: "fortunately, the wound medicine of his Highness the king of Han is effective, and the wounds are scarred. The imperial doctor has also come to see it. It is said that it is no more appropriate. The potatoes are small, and they can take off the scars in half a month at most."

Xiaobai went to the door to see the two children, then came in and said, "His Highness the king of Han practices his son like this. The potato is still small. He fell off his horse this time. Fortunately, he didn't break his bone, otherwise there will be trouble in the future."

When she saw Zhang Shuhui's face was a little heavy, she advised, "madam, why don't you call back? When the young master comes back, they can teach potatoes."

Zhang Shuhui didn't answer. Mo Chou also advised: "the master said he was not good at martial arts, but he had no opponent in the national Dynasty. Potato will inherit the title in the future. It's better to let the master teach him the art of war."

Zhang Shuhui sighed and said, "my husband said that many things depend on the child's interest. If he is not interested in leading the war, my husband will not force him, so..."

Mo Chou was stunned and said, "well... Don't you want to thank your Highness the king of Han?"

Xiaobai said with a smile, "isn't it? The potato was carried by his Highness the king of Han and practiced there for a long time. He went home every few days. His face was tanned, but it was much stronger."

Zhang Shuhui was a little hard to choose. She said, "my husband said that he would let potatoes choose by themselves, but my husband is known as a famous general of the Ming Dynasty and is also the Wenzong of the Kaizong school. Now potatoes don't touch either side. It's worrying!"

Xiaobai quickly said, "madam, the young master said there will be no war in the future."

Zhang Shuhui's melancholy dissipated in an instant, stared at her and said, "I remember. I just want to find something for him, or I'll be a dandy."

At this time, mother Qin came from outside. As soon as she came in, she lowered her voice, "madam, someone just said that the master's messenger had come to Beijing."

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When Yu Jia carried a bloody dress, Zhu Zhanji got up and took a look, as if he couldn't bear it, so he turned his head.

Yang Rong also glanced at the ragged blood coat. The place torn by dog teeth looked black,

"... Guo Hou has been delayed by Xinghe Bo, and Jinling City is quite dissatisfied with the gentry..."

Yang Shiqi was reading a memorial, which almost arrived at the same time as the messenger who sent the blood clothes. It can be seen how fast it was.

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand and his eyes were angry.

"Cruel, damn it!"

The emperor's anger came quickly: "those local officials fooled together and let the rebels sit up and investigate. Didn't Huo Yan report it many times? Go and find out who intercepted it and find out!"

Then the emperor's anger turned to the East Hall and the royal guards. Anlun and Shenyang sent people to Anxiang county to investigate the matter.

The emperor did not hide the source of his anger, and became a street mouse and scum in the eyes of the emperor.

Huo Yan's experience has also become the capital's talk, mostly shocked.

But the next day someone complained of illness, causing a fluctuation from top to bottom.

"Hao Kun, a new Jinshi, wrote a letter and only said that he was terminally ill and wanted to return home to recuperate."

Jin Youzi's face was like a smile, and his tone was a little strange: "he was the end of his political observation, and the Ministry of officials arranged for him to go to Anxiang County..."

Yang Pu was surprised and said, "didn't Jian Yi ask to go? Why did he arrange the candidate for the county magistrate of Anxiang so soon?"

Jian Yi had been ill several times, but the emperor suppressed his disapproval.

No one knows the emperor's mind, but it's true that his successor doesn't get the emperor's blue eyes.

Jin Youzi continued: "later, someone reported that Hao Kun drank with his friends last night and complained after drinking. He said he didn't dare to go to Anxiang county and would rather go home and farm."

There was a silence in the duty room, and everyone was stunned.

For a long time, Yang Rong said, "Anxiang must have been cleaned up. Why doesn't he want to go?"

Jin Youzi shook his head and said, "I don't know. It's probably because of timidity."