Daming heir

Chapter 45 Pickle Rice

The three left the Jiaofang Division and walked from the east of the city to the center of the city.

It was probably because Xie Jin was about to reach the door of his house. He stopped and looked at Zhu Yunxi gratefully.

Xie Jin was very solemn, clasped his fists in both hands, and bowed to say goodbye: "Xie Jin's appreciation from the emperor's grandson is Jin's blessing. No matter what the future is, Jin will look forward to the emperor's grandson's lead, follow the hard work of dogs and horses, and work together to achieve great ambitions."

Zhu Yunxi smiled all over his face, stretched out a hand to cover Xie Jin's holding hands, held them tightly, and shook them heavily.

"Brother Dashen speaks seriously, Yunxi hopes that in the future, he can sit and watch the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty with Brother Dashen!"

Watching Xie Jin leave and disappear into the crowd.

Zhu Yunxi stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the crowd on the street, walking past him.

Although Yingtian City does not have a horizontal and vertical layout, it is grand and majestic.But because of this, it adds a firework atmosphere of the local people.

Zhu Yunxi turned around and walked towards the direction of the imperial city. He walked very slowly, and Sun Cheng followed quietly.

At this time Zhu Yunxi said softly: "Xie Jin seems to be a fear of guilt?"

He thought it was a little funny when he thought of the way that Yanniang came to Xie Jin in Jiaofang Division and made Xie Jin scratch his head and scratch his face.

Sun Cheng's feet were steady, and his gaze swept to the pedestrians on both sides from time to time, alerting to possible dangers.

Hearing the emperor's grandson's question, he couldn't help but smile: "It seems so, Xie Hanlin and his wife have been in love with each other, and now there are even more children in the family, but I have never heard of any romantic affairs outside."

Zhu Yunxi nodded with a smile, but looked at Sun Cheng with suspicion.

Seeing Sun Cheng feeling guilty all the time, he asked in a low voice, "Third Master? But did your subordinate say something wrong?"

Zhu Yunxi shook his head, a little puzzled and said, "You never drank in Jiaofangsi before?"

How can normal people resist good wine and beautiful women.

But now, Zhu Yunxi was a little puzzled seeing Sun Cheng's stable appearance.

Could it be that this guy also practiced some secret technique?
Sun Cheng scratched his head: "The third master rewarded you with kindness, but the subordinates dare not resign, but they still have calculations in their hearts, and dare not miss the third master's business."

This is a sensible person!

A gleam of approval flashed across Zhu Yunxi's eyes, and he suddenly remembered Zhang Zhiyuan, another pro-army Habayashi guard Xiaoqi officer who was transferred to the East Palace with Sun Cheng to serve as the emperor's grandson's guard.

He walked on and said in a low voice, "That Zhang Zhiyuan, do you have any contacts?"

Sun Cheng didn't know what the emperor's grandson wanted to do for a while, and he became wary, thinking that the emperor's grandson felt that he was not strict with his mouth and did not keep things secret.

Immediately clasped his fists and explained in a deep voice: "The subordinates have always only known to do business for the third master. In their free time, they lead the brothers to practice martial arts. They have little contact with Zhang Xiaoqi on weekdays."

As he spoke, Sun Cheng slightly raised his head to look at Zhu Yunxi, observing the emperor's grandson's expression.

However, when Zhu Yunxi heard this, he showed disappointment on his face, and shook his head to guide: "In the future, you can have more contacts with him. You all came from the guards of the Qin army, and now you are all working in the East Palace. Others are closer."

After speaking, Zhu Yunxi added: "If you usually spend too much, you can go to Caidie to withdraw it."

Having said that, Zhu Yunxi stared at Sun Cheng meaningfully.

Sun Cheng's heart sank at the moment, and he realized most of it.

The emperor's grandson asked him to withdraw money and get closer to Zhang Zhiyuan, what else could it be for.

He nodded silently, keeping this matter in mind.

For Sun Cheng, he was originally transferred to the East Palace, and he thought that he would become a pawn for paving the way for the clan and nobles to parade through the streets.

However, he has been by Zhu Yunxi's side for many days now, although the emperor's grandson has never explained anything clear to him.

But what he saw and heard with the emperor's grandson these days, Sun Cheng could see that his emperor's grandson was a man with a deep heart and great ambitions.

First, Jiangmen, then that Mr. Fang Xizhi, and the family affection in front of the princes of the clan, and then suddenly today...

It can be summed up by conquest, the young and famous Hanlin scholar Xie Jin.

As the grandson of the clan, if he had no great ambitions, why would he have so many arrangements!

Thinking of this, Sun Cheng felt hot in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at Zhu Yunxi, who was already walking ahead, looking leisurely and enjoying the street.

The opportunity is in front of him, and the future of his Sun family is in his hands!

After Sun Cheng thought for a while, he seemed to nod his head in self-affirmation, and then followed Zhu Yunxi who was walking in front.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi was just like that idle rich man walking on the street aimlessly.

Listening to the people on the street, gathered together, whispering gossip about this great Ming capital.

"I heard that the little lady from the Zeng family in the west city is called..."

"Zeng Ying!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! This is the one, that's a different kind of trick..."

"How?"

"I just heard that this little lady is at home, from the concierge to the cook in the backyard, she sings and sings every night in private, she is very happy."

"what?"

"That's not to mention, the porters of their family often take advantage of the absence of the head of the house to bring outsiders into Cao's house, and work with Cao Ying in the dark."

"This this this..."

"Isn't this a ride for thousands of people? Doesn't the old man of the Cao family know?"

"Hmph... Who knows if the old man of the Cao family also..."

There was a burst of ambiguous low laughter, and the faces of the idlers who gathered together showed expressions that all men could understand.

Zhu Yunxi's complexion changed slightly, and there was a wave of nausea in his heart.

Immediately, he quickened his pace, away from the group of whispering idlers, and soon stopped in front of a stall full of fragrance.

The man guarding the booth was an old man with a scar on his face.

Looking at the stall in front of the old man again, a big pot was sitting on the stove, inside was grayish yellow rice mixed with pickle root and a little smelted crystal clear fat.

Seeing Zhu Yunxi standing in front of him, the old man got up immediately, bowed his body and said, "Young master must not be used to eating pickled vegetable rice. The pastries mentioned in the previous Zhang are considered unique in this area. You can buy some and bring them back to your house." Divide."

Not even doing business.

Zhu Yunxi shook his head, beckoning Sun Cheng to come over.

"Salted vegetable rice?"

Sun Cheng glanced at the old man's booth with surprise on his face, and then looked at the scar on the old man's face, and was even more surprised: "Did the old man work hard in the army?"

The old man shook his head and waved his hands. There was some longing for memories on his face, but he was quickly covered by the vicissitudes of life.

Zhu Yunxi sighed slightly in his heart: "Old man, here are four bowls, I will take them away."

The old man looked at Zhu Yunxi in surprise, and was about to decline again.

Sun Cheng at the side said, "Old man, just listen to my son. My old man came here eating this pickled rice back then."

The old man's expression changed again, he became a little more excited, and when he looked at Zhu Yunxi again, the expression in his eyes seemed to be looking at his younger generation.

He nodded again and again, and his hands became busy: "Okay, okay! Just remember it!"

As he spoke, the old man divided four pottery bowls and pressed them tightly in his hands until they were full. Regardless of whether the four bowls could be sent back, he wrapped them up and sent them to Sun Cheng.

"Rough, eat slowly. Now that life is better, I want to live more delicately."

Sun Cheng agreed, took the wrapped pickled rice with one hand, took out a piece of silver and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "I won't return the bowl, put it away, don't see it, don't lose it. "

The old man wanted to refuse, but Sun Cheng had already retreated a few steps, looking at Zhu Yunxi with a deep complexion, the two of them blended into the crowd without looking back.

(End of this chapter)