Out of the palace, looking at the wide street in front of him, Tang Jin didn't know what to do for a while. Don't be so anxious to go to Dali Temple, not to mention that the emperor's decree hasn't come down yet, and Tang Jin himself hasn't figured out what kind of case to investigate, after all, those ministers have definitely done a lot of things to use their power for personal gain, and there are absolutely a lot of types, you have to think about it, if you can't pinch the other party's life, then it will be in vain.

Go to the Royal Academy, that's not to even think about. I just finished scolding Tan Lao, and vaguely Tang Jin still belongs to the victorious side, so I am afraid that I will not be regarded as coming back to show off when I go back at this time. Even, as long as Tan Lao still stays in the Royal Academy in the future, then Tang Jin doesn't have to go to school at all. Ponder over...... Is there only one left to go home?

"Forget it, let's go home first, and then think about what kind of case to investigate next." Thinking like this, Tang Jin walked straight towards the palace.

Walking through the bustling streets, listening to the distinctive shouts in his ears, and smelling the bursts of aroma coming from the street, Tang Jin's somewhat tired brain relaxed a little. On weekdays, the net contact is some intrigues, it seems to be beautiful, but it is cold and warm self-knowing, but it is not as good as the people in this market, although they are tired every day, but at least life is stable, who can say that it is not a blessing to be bland?

"Ravioli! Big meat ravioli! As he was walking, a shout was conveyed to Tang Jin's ears, this shouting did not have the slightest characteristic, but it sounded quite young, and the voice was a little vague, far louder than the shouting of the young man selling fried cakes and soy milk on the side, but Tang Jin stopped because of him.

"When I was in the orphanage, there was a wonton stall at the door, and when I was a child, I was happiest than eating a bowl of wontons every morning. Listening to the voice that was quite similar to the one in his memory, Tang Jin, who had drunk a stomach of porridge, felt a burst of hunger for no reason. Anyway, there is nothing important today, and you should relax by eating a bowl of wontons.

Thinking like this, Tang Jin walked towards the wonton stall without hesitation. A square car, there is an iron pot on the car, the fragrant soup is constantly tumbling, next to the soup pot is another smaller iron pot, the boiling water is bubbling.

The stall is an old man in his sixties, not fat or thin, and even a little strong, I think he is a perennial hard worker, taking advantage of the current agricultural slack, selling wontons in the process to subsidize the family. Xu was just out of the stall, the three tables behind the old man were empty, and he himself was wiping the table carefully with a gray rag.

Feeling that someone had come to the stall, the old man suddenly had a smile on his face, which could be regarded as open. However, when he turned his head, the smile on the old man's face faded at a faster rate.

Standing in front of his stall was a young man, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old. If it was normal, the old man would not have any other reactions, after all, fifteen years old is already considered an adult, and it is normal to come out and eat breakfast or something. However, the person in front of him was wearing a moon-white cloak embroidered with gold edges, covering the clothes on his body, but from the point inadvertently exposed between the plackets, it can be seen that this young man is wearing a pale gold dress, and there is a delicate python pattern embroidered in front of him, this is a python suit!

can wear a python suit, and be so young, the old man doesn't have to think about it to know that he has met a child of the royal family, and he is also the kind that is quite appreciated by the emperor, otherwise, where is he qualified to wear a python suit?

And this kind of high-ranking big man ran to his own small wonton stand, can he still have a good one? After all, people can't come to eat wontons, right? As a family, I haven't eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas, where can I look at my own broken wontons?

"This ...... The...... This one, Your Highness, is old...... Didn't offend you, did I? Please also ask Your Highness to let go of the old and decrepit! Let's go! Let's go! ”

The old man shuddered as he hurriedly packed up his things. Tang Jin was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his clothes, a touch of helplessness flashed on his face, and he suddenly reached out and pressed the lid of the old man's pot.

"Old man, don't get me wrong, I just got off the morning court, and I chatted with the emperor for a while, and I didn't care about breakfast in the palace. I couldn't stand it when I came out this time, and I wanted to go home to eat, but I smelled you halfway through, and I was hungry, and I wanted to eat a bowl of wontons. ”

The old man saw that Tang Jin pressed the lid of his pot, and he was ready to be beaten, but what Cheng wanted to wait for was not Tang Jin's fist, but a seemingly reasonable, but very exciting explanation after thinking about it carefully.

"Follow the emperor...... Chat? The old man looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief. The person in front of me has just come back from chatting with the emperor, which means that he is now facing the emperor indirectly?

The content is too shocking, so the old man who was not directly frightened fainted. But fortunately, the old man still maintains the last trace of sanity, the emperor can't see himself, but the lord in front of him can see it, which is equivalent to indirectly indicating the high status of this lord, if he doesn't entertain himself well, then his little life will be difficult to protect.

"Grass people knock to see ......" Even though the old man wanted to salute, he was pulled by Tang Jin, looked around and signaled with his eyes that the old man didn't want to make a noise, the old man instantly understood, nodded, and said respectfully: "I don't know what His Highness wants to eat?" ”

"A pound of wontons, if you have side dishes, you can also have a little, if you don't have it, you don't need it." After saying that, he walked straight to his position. The old man just hurriedly walked two steps and wiped the spotless table vigorously, and then returned to the stall with Xiaoxiao, and got busy carefully.

"Boss, a pound of ravioli."

Not long after he sat down, Tang Jin heard a random voice in his ears. When the old man heard this, he hurriedly glanced back, only to see a young man about the same age as Tang Jin sitting opposite Tang Jin without hesitation. The old man was so scared that he was not scared to death, and just wanted to remind the other party, but he saw Tang Jin wave his hand at him, signaling him not to care. The old man was slightly stunned, and looked at the other young man, although the other party was not wearing the high-end product of the python suit, but he was also dressed luxuriously and had an extraordinary temperament, and he seemed to know each other by looking at Tang Jin's appearance, so he ...... This is another master! Oh my God! My old man is just a wonton buyer! Why did two living bodhisattvas come to the stall just today! If this is not a good service, my old man's family will not live!

Although he complained in his heart, the old man still cooked the wontons honestly, but the action was more careful than defusing the bomb, as if the pot was not boiling wontons but white silver.

"I didn't expect the famous Tang Jin to be able to look at such a street stall?" The young man on the other side looked at Tang Jin with a smile.

"What about the street stalls? As the saying goes, 'the master is in the folk', and the taste of the street stalls may not be as good as the imperial kitchen of the palace. Tang Jin said disapprerovingly, "In other words, it's very rude to chat with people without reporting to their homes." ”

The young man on the other side was slightly stunned, and said apologetically: "What my cousin taught me is that the younger brother was negligent." The younger brother is the sixth son of King Nanmu, and Tang went to the south. ”

"To the south?" Tang Jin repeated the name strangely, "Your father, my fourth uncle is ...... Want a girl? ”

Tang Qunan didn't feel that Tang Jin's words were abrupt, as if he had long been used to it, nodded and explained lightly: "Indeed, my father has always wanted to have a girl, but unfortunately, from the eldest brother to the eighth brother, all eight of us brothers are boys, and my father gave me this name for this reason." However, I'm not bad, unlike the seventh brother, whose name is Zhaomei. ”

Tang Jin not only sneered, but the name Zhaomei sounded slowly colored. Laughing and laughing, Tang Jin quickly regained his composure, and looked at Tang Qunandao: "I don't know what my cousin is looking for me to do?" ”

Tang Qunan seemed to have done his homework long before he came, knowing that Tang Jin hated procrastination the most, so as soon as he asked, Tang Qunan said without hesitation: "Alliance." ”

Tang Jin raised his eyebrows, looked Tang Qunan up and down with interest, and then slowly shook his head, "Reason?" I don't think you have what it takes to ally with me. ”

(To be continued)

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