Chapter 8

Out of the shop, he handed him the brocade box in early summer, and Su Qian'an took it. At the beginning of summer, seeing his stupidity, he said, "here you are."

"Give it to me?"

"The color you choose, the ear you use. Otherwise?"

"Thank you, young master." Su Qian'an held the box tightly.

"You can see for yourself whether you want to change the knife or continue to sell it. It's up to you. Guys are ready-made. In the future, you just need to be a shopkeeper and take good care of the people on the second floor."

"Then don't change it. Anyway, I'll follow the young master when he comes back."

"Gold and iron horses swallow thousands of miles like a tiger." At the beginning of summer, he stopped and looked at Su Qian'an and asked, "Qian'an, don't you want to join the army and make contributions in the future?"

"No, I just want to follow the young master." Su Qianan stressed again.

At the beginning of summer, I thought about how Su Qian'an became a famous general in his last life

Just, let's talk about it later.

At the beginning of summer, he pointed to the busy crowd in front and said, "go and watch juggling."

When I really walked past, I couldn't help being a little silly at the beginning of summer.

Here, people on the inner and outer floors are crowded. He looked at Su Qian'an's height. At that station, he was a head taller than others. Look at your height. At this station, you are a head shorter than others.

"No, young master. I'll carry you?"

At the beginning of summer, he snorted and turned away. Su Qianan hurried to keep up.

Without the interest of playing, and seeing that the sun was about to set, he took Su Qian'an directly to yinweizhai.

This yinweizhai is a century old restaurant. It was called delicious Zhai more than ten years ago.

It is said that today's emperor loved to eat here before he ascended the throne and was a prince.

Once I drank too much with Xu Wanjun, the current chamberlain of the household department. When it comes to the name of the store, I don't think it's elegant enough. He asked for pen and ink and murmured, "I can't drink all the utensils, and the half hearty taste is especially long." Then he wrote down the drink taste Zhai.

The shopkeeper, like a treasure, made a plaque and hung it in front of the store.

After the emperor ascended the throne, this restaurant has become a place for dignitaries to eat.

Xiao Yanjun of the previous life often brought her here to make friends with ministers in the court. He also told her these allusions. Thinking of Xiao Yanjun's jade like face in early summer, he was very angry.

Entering the door, the waiter greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Do you have a reservation, sir?"

"Xiahou mansion."

"It's a noble man from Xiahou mansion. I'll keep it for you in the spring breeze. This way, please."

After entering the elegant room and sitting down, the waiter stood aside and asked respectfully, "what would you like to eat? We have stewed beef tendon meat, Wuyue soup, stewed turtle, gun lamb, vinegar cooked goose..."

Early summer raised his hand and interrupted him.

"West lake vinegar fish, Dongpo meat, Longjing shrimp, butterfly floating in the sea, rock sugar Xianglian, crab soup. Another jar of blue bridge Fengyue."

The waiter looked surprised: "do you come often?"

At the beginning of summer, he didn't answer his words and ordered, "go down and get a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes." The waiter bowed his head and left, still muttering in his heart. No, he can't forget if he has seen such a dusty young master.

Su Qian'an stood by and looked at the contemplative early summer. He had not looked at it carefully. At this time, he held his cheek with his left hand and his eyebrows grew into his temples. A pair of smart almond eyes and thick and slightly curly eyelashes. The white skin and the red lips under the bridge of Xiuting's nose are very attractive.

At the beginning of summer, his right hand was buttoned on the table, and his index finger gently touched the table. It seemed that he felt his eyes and looked up at Su Qian'an.

Su Qian'an was embarrassed and hurriedly left the beginning. I thought to myself, young master, if I grow up in another two years, I will have a good face.

There was a knock outside the door, and the waiter sent pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Su Qian'an paved rice paper for him and handed him a pen.

At the beginning of summer, I held my pen and thought for a moment.

Write with a pen: Xuan zhewei, Empress of civil and military affairs. Sign it.

After the pen and ink dried, he folded the letter and handed it to Su Qian'an in early summer.

"Sneak to the kitchen of the prime minister's residence and find a servant named Li Qiang. Give him this letter and bring him after he reads it."

Su Qian'an received the letter, carefully put it in his arms, and turned back in response to the sound.

Early summer sighed, got up and paced to the window.

It was dark outside the window, and the darkness shrouded it.

He breathed a little heavily and pinched the center of his eyebrows. After thinking about this old man, he was one of his few friends in the last life. Of course, he is also Xiao Yanjun's man. Moreover, he is Xiao Yanjun's most effective counselor.

This person is patient, good at dancing with long sleeves, meets the needs of both sides and is exquisite in all aspects. He was also good at collecting intelligence, which laid an indispensable foundation for Xiao Yanjun's many decisions.

At the beginning of summer, I was congenial to him and had a good personal relationship with him. The secrets of the Jianghu and the secret affairs of the court were all regarded by him as a conversation after drinking to have fun with the beginning of summer.

I remember once, Xiao Yanjun went to the prime minister's house for a dinner. He was in a bad mood and pulled him to drink muggy wine on the roof in early summer.

At the beginning of summer, seeing that he was unhappy, he found a topic to ask him.

"Why is such an elegant young master with exquisite skills willing to hide in the dark and work for Xiao Yanjun?"

At that time, he was drinking a pot of blue bridge wind and moon. Maybe he was drunk easily. There is no longer a smile in his eyes day after day, but a light of resentment. Then he said with self mockery, "what about hiding in the dark? In those days, I disguised myself as a slave, pretended to be Li Qiang, carried water and cut firewood in the kitchen of the prime minister's house, hoping to poison Du Hanfei every day..."

That night, at the beginning of summer, I knew his identity, his hatred and his enemies

"Young master." Su Qian'an's voice sounded outside the door.

"Come in." At the beginning of summer, he received God from his memory. Turning around, I saw Su Qian'an open the door and lead a young man in a gray cloth shirt.

"Go and serve the waiter."

Su Qianan should step down.

The boy stared at the beginning of summer, and the beginning of summer also looked at him. The appearance after the change of appearance is really ordinary, which can't be found in the crowd. At the beginning of summer, I couldn't help smiling. I couldn't match the modest gentleman who was like a duel in my memory.

There was another knock outside the door. At the beginning of summer, there was a sound. The waiter pushed the door to serve, and when the last jar of wine was set, he respectfully retreated with Su Qian'an.

At the beginning of summer, he sat down and poured two glasses of wine. One cup was pushed to him and the other was held in his hand. Condensing the good wine in the cup, he said gently, "lead it. Your favorite blue bridge wind and moon is brewed by the red yeast in your hometown."

The man who was called as the guide trembled slightly all over. Although he had tried his best to restrain, he could not hide his fear. In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, he was sweating all over.

He looked at the glass of wine, which was from his hometown. He looked at the table. It was from his hometown. Not only that, the dishes on the table are all the dishes he loved in the past, but he hasn't eaten in nine years.

He feared the unknown.

He didn't know if he could kill the boy in front of him.