Chapter 443

The people originally took up the wine and were preparing to respect Fengche.

The wind Che hears the cough sound, unexpectedly took the hand back again, everybody is stunned.

The yard suddenly quieted down, the needle fell, and there was no sound.

At the same time, a thought flashed in his mind: majestic, in the face of hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, the warlord did not change his face or blink his eyes. He was afraid of being inside.

Thought into the brain, all together excited Lingling shiver.

Then I don't know who was the first to react, holding the wine to the people next to me and saying, "drink."

There was the first one who took the lead, and everyone behind him reflected that he was drinking with the people around him. It was very lively, as if nothing had happened just now.

There's something wrong with the Qin family. Marquis Qin is a little late. Into the yard, they feel a yard of people are not right, strange.

One by one, too warm, just like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

But they meet every day.

Ask Feng Che what's going on with his eyes.

Feng Che touched his nose and silently looked at the direction of the cough.

Marquis Qin seemed to know, went to his seat and took up the wine, "ladies and gentlemen, Prince Zhan is not well. I'll give you a drink instead of him."

Marquis Qin is a hereditary title. People usually give him some thin noodles. Now he represents Fengche, and many officials have to give him more face. Except for an Shangshu, others stand up and dry the wine in the bowl.

Wine is good wine, strong, spicy enough, a bowl of belly, stomach burning panic, do not wait to sit down, they reached out to the lamb kebab on the small stove.

For three whole hours, from the time when you came out to the time when Hai came out, if there was no curfew in the capital, the officials would not have dispersed.

Some officials were already drunk. They walked a little wobbly. They staggered to Fengche and said, "Lord Zhan, this mutton kebab is really delicious. It's the best delicacy I've ever tasted."

Feng Che's face became softer and more approachable than usual. If you want to eat, you can have a good time when my wife's barbecue shop opens

"Good, good, good."

……

At this time, the palace, the emperor did not sleep, waiting for the Dragon Wei sent to send back the news.

When the time came, the emperor's face became more and more ugly. Long Wei came back and reported, "Your Majesty, the banquet at the prince's house has ended."

"Why so long? What did you eat? "

Long Wei swallowed.

They were afraid to be found by the people of Prince Zhan's residence. They didn't dare to get too close to each other, but even so, the smell of mutton kebabs still floated into their noses. They didn't know how much saliva they had on that night.

Pop!

The emperor threw the book on the table. "It's mutton kebab again, Zhang De!"

Mr. Zhang bowed in.

"Tell them to go down and let the imperial dining room make mutton kebabs tomorrow. I'll see what's delicious. They ate it for three hours."

Zhang Gonggong responded, retreated, and ordered people to go to the imperial dining room.

The steward of the imperial dining room was confused. He had never heard of mutton kebabs. How to make them?

……

The next day, before the gate of Prince Zhan's mansion was opened, a carriage was waiting at the gate of the mansion. Next to the carriage, two eunuchs followed. Seeing that the gate of Prince Zhan's mansion had just opened, a eunuch quickly stepped forward.

The porter yawned, and Leng Buding came over, startled him and stopped, "what are you doing?"

The young eunuch bowed himself with great respect,

"I'm from the imperial dining room. Our chief manager wants to see Prince Zhan. Please let me know."

Imperial dining room? In the palace!

The doorman was so excited that he felt sleepy and didn't have time to open the gate completely. He turned and ran to the mansion.

Fubo also got up and ordered people to clean the yard of yesterday again. Before, the prince was not in the house. They could just sweep it once a day. Now the prince is back, and the future Princess can't be as unclean as before.

Just as he was commanding, he caught a glimpse of the porter running towards the main courtyard and called to him, "what's the matter?"

"There's a little eunuch outside. He says he's from the imperial dining room. He wants to see the king."

Fu Bo's eyes narrowed, remembering what Feng Che said to him after seeing off the guests last night, "I'm tired tonight. If someone comes to look for me tomorrow, no matter who it is, let him wait."

It turned out that the LORD had expected that someone would come to the palace.

Fauber stroked his few whiskers and walked towards the door.

The doorman was stunned for a moment, looked at the direction of the main courtyard, then looked at Fubo, and quickly followed.

When he got to the door, the doorman opened the door completely. Fubo stepped out and arched his hand to the eunuch. "I'm really sorry, my father-in-law. I stayed with the guests for too long last night. Our Lord didn't feel well. Otherwise, you'll come back later."

The letter that father-in-law Zhang sent to people in the middle of the night yesterday, all the people in the imperial dining room worked hard in the middle of the night, and they didn't make mutton kebabs. The steward of the imperial dining room had no choice, so he reported to the chief manager.

The chief manager sat in the carriage and heard fauber's words clearly.

The prince of War didn't get up, and they couldn't force him to get out of the carriage. "I don't know when the prince of war will wake up?"

"We don't know that. Maybe one hour, maybe two hours."

The chief manager gritted his teeth, took out a purse and handed it to Fubo, "when the Lord of war wakes up, please report it for us."

Fubo did not answer, pushed back, "the chief manager does not have to be so polite, as long as we wake up, I will report."

Inside the mansion, the training ground.

Feng Che has been practicing for an hour, sweating all over. Xia Xi is standing outside with his clothes, and there are no figures of Feng an and Feng Zhong.

Wind Che received the move, Xia Xi came forward, put on the single robe for him, and took out the handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Wind Che legs slightly bent, short body, let her be able to wipe.

When she finished wiping, she took off her single robe and threw it on the weapon rack at random, revealing her strong upper body and saying Xia Xi, "how about a stroke?"

Xia Xi's skill is strange, and Feng Che always wonders where she learned from, but she doesn't say, and Feng Che doesn't ask.

"Good."

Xia Xi folded the handkerchief upright and put it into the cuff.

She just had this idea. For a long time, she didn't move her muscles and bones. She felt that she was going to waste.

Feng an and Feng Zhong come out from the dark. They have long wanted to know how deep Xia Xi's skill is.

The two men exchanged views.

Fengche's martial arts are relatively rigid. Every move carries the wind.

For fear of hurting Xia Xi, his internal power is useless.

Xia Xi's soft, ever-changing, with the wind Che moves, every move, see wind Che will hit her, but every time failed.

Feng an and Feng Zhong look at each other face to face. The young master's martial arts are unfathomable, but lady Xia has done so many moves with him. Her skill