Jiaohua

Chapter 336
After asking the question, before Shen Lie could answer, Song Qingtang laughed by himself.

"My question is so absurd," Song Qingtang said, "You're right, we do have different opinions. If Ah Li is from Dingguo's mansion, it is only natural for her to seek justice for Dingguo's mansion. People with blood and righteousness will favor her."

The jug was picked up again by Shen Lie and filled again in Song Qingtang's cup.

"Shen Lie," Song Qingtang looked at the wine pouring down from the flagon, and said softly, "Actually, the courtiers were quite shocked and angry about the Dingguo Mansion."

"I don't want to talk too much about politics with you," Shen Lie put down the flagon, "I said, you and I have different opinions. I am an outsider, and you are an insider. Our conflicts are irreconcilable. This is determined by our position."

"Then tell me, what should I do now?" Song Qingtang looked at him.

"What to do depends on you. You come to ask me yourself. If I stand in your position, I can only think that your best way is to report me."

"Report?" Song Qingtang smiled, "Shen Lie, you are not alone, there are Guo family and Shen family behind you."

Shen Lie smiled lightly: "I am the only one in the Guo family in Beijing. As for the drunken deer, do you think the emperor's hand can reach there?"

He smiled lazily, and his voice was also lazily, when a gust of wind blew up, Song Qingtang was wearing clothes to keep warm, but suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"Master." The cook's voice came from behind.

Song Qingtang raised his eyes and saw that the cook brought three servings of dumplings, one was steamed and two were served with soup in bowls.

"You still have time to eat dumplings." Song Qingtang said.

The servant who followed put a bowl of two dumplings in front of Shen Lie, and another bowl of dumplings in front of Song Qingtang.

Then there are various seasonings, four small plates each, neatly placed in front of Shen Lie and Song Qingtang respectively, and the tableware with the same color and luster as the wine cup and chopsticks, which is very exquisite and beautiful.

Song Qingtang glanced, the dumplings on both sides were quite different in size and style.

"Your hospitality is really good," Song Qingtang said, "I ate such a big one, but I gave it such a small one."

"No, my lord," said the servant hastily, "your dumpling is freshly made by our cook."

"Ali made my dumplings." Shen Lie said.

Song Qingtang was about to pick up his chopsticks when he heard the words: "Ali?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked towards the kitchen behind him.

"She's not here," Shen Lie smiled suddenly, unable to hide it, as bright as the sky breaking through the clouds, "She sent it to my teahouse this morning."

It was the first time for Song Qingtang to see this ice cube smiling like this. He stared blankly at Shen Lie's bowl. The dumplings had thin skins and big fillings, white and tender, and he became cuter the more he looked at them.

"She, she can make dumplings." Song Qingtang sipped his saliva, looking down at his own dumplings.

His dumplings are actually not small, but they are incomparable with the other party, and the Guo family deliberately stayed in the capital to take care of Shen Lie's cook. Naturally, his cooking skills are first-class, but Song Qingtang just feels very uncomfortable. His mouth was full of greed, and he wanted to taste the dumplings in Shen Lie's bowl.

But thinking of the appearance of that girl who didn't know the heights of the world and didn't listen to his words, he didn't want to eat anymore, so he picked up the dumplings in his bowl, dipped them in the dipping sauce, and stuffed them into his mouth.

While chewing, he raised his eyes to look at Shen Lie. The other party ate slowly, without making any noise, and looked like he was out of the world.

Song Qingtang paused, slowed down, and chewed slowly.

The more he ate, the more he felt weird. He originally wanted to come to the door to inquire about the teacher, to make the other party feel ashamed, and then promise him that he will not mess around again. Then, he can temporarily abandon his principles and turn a blind eye to this matter. Just don't know, but in the end, he is actually sitting here with the other party and eating dumplings. He was full of thoughts when he came here, but now he can't feel the drip at all. For a while, he can't even tell whether it's eating people's soft mouth, or being slapped by the other party. His speech and behavior made him speechless.

However, what Shen Lie said about Emperor Xuanyan's hand made Song Qingtang's heart sink a bit.

He didn't want to think about it, but he had to admit that it was becoming increasingly difficult for Dagan to see the way forward.

The heavy snow fell at Shen Shi.

The wind and snow came quickly, but within an hour, the sky was covered with a layer of silver frost.

The whole capital is cold and quiet, and the refugees who have been lingering outside the city gate for many days have gone to the nearest mountain to avoid the snow.

The hillside to the mountain is full of people huddled together. Many people are wearing thin clothes and worn-out shoes. Push others directly into the cliff.

Those who fell to their death had a good time, and those who could not die were stuck at the bottom of the hillside and cried out for help in despair, but no one responded, except for those who were fighting furiously, everyone had a numb and tired face.

It snowed heavily for three hours, and a team of fast horses galloped up the official road in the dark.

"Open the door!" The leading man shouted loudly towards the city wall.

Chengmen Lang looked down: "Who is coming!"

The man raised his head to face the lights of the city wall, and held up the token in his hand: "Jiannan Jiedu envoy Qin Xing's general, Mao Shigu!"

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The heavy snow is like fluffy cotton.

Emperor Xuanyan stood outside Dongming Palace, staring at the snow.He raised his head slightly, and the light hit his face, reflecting the finer and finer wrinkles on his face like a knife.

The night was dark, there was no sound, and the entire imperial city seemed to be dead.

In the distance, three men in silver armor strode forward.

Headed by Tianrongwei General Lu Mingfeng.

"Your Majesty." Lu Mingfeng knelt down and said.

"Say." Emperor Xuanyan looked at the sky.

"Zhao Mingyue and Zhao Gong have indeed left the city and left the capital. Many sources can confirm this. Lu Qianhai started vomiting blood an hour ago, talking more and more nonsense. It may be difficult for three days. There was a dead body lying on the street in Zhengyang Road this morning. He was in the same group as the men who slaughtered beggars on the street before. There was a letter on the body, saying that this person was not from the Central Plains, but from the Northern Yuan Dynasty. I compared the handwriting, and it was different from that of the wicked woman. It should not be hers. for."

"Northern Yuan people," Emperor Xuanyan said in a low voice, "it turned out to be them."

A gust of wind blew, and some of his gray beard fluttered in the wind. After a long silence, Emperor Xuanyan said, "I suddenly thought of someone, where is the Marquis of Jing'an?"

"It should still be heavy."

"When he was young, he was an expert in leading troops to fight," Emperor Xuanyan said with a smile on his face, "call him back."

"Yes."

"Where's the Tao family?" Emperor Xuanyan asked again.

"As usual, I still live there. Mrs. Jiang's wound is more serious, and she has been recuperating for the past few days."

"Okay." Emperor Xuanyan finally withdrew his gaze and turned to Lu Mingfeng, "arrest them."

Lu Mingfeng paused, a little surprised: "Catch it?"

"Closed in Tianrongwei mansion, let the news out, the bigger the momentum, the better."

"Yes." Lu Mingfeng bowed his head.

Emperor Xuanyan looked at the two subordinates behind Lu Mingfeng, one of them was Xie Dajun who had just replaced Liu Sijie.

Emperor Xuanyan frowned slightly, and the bad breath in his heart fermented more and more.

(End of this chapter)