All the forces in the capital began their own plans, and Shi Miyuan returned to his mansion and immediately found the housekeeper and said: "Go quickly, let someone talk to Xia Zhen, and solve the matter of Jizhou as soon as possible. ”

The housekeeper reacted quickly and hurriedly sent people to the Xia Zhen military camp.

Fengcheng Zhixian greeted the arrival of the forbidden army led by Xia Zhen at the five-mile wharf outside the city early in the morning, and waited for the sun to shine for a long time, and gradually everyone was so hot that they were sweating, but the army still did not come.

The sun was in the west, and Fengcheng Zhixian was already so hungry that his body shook and almost fell to the ground, and many squires had already asked their families to bring food to drink on the spot. Dutou, who was in charge of probing the movement of the army from a distance, rode a fast horse to the magistrate and reported to the county: "Report to the magistrate, the forbidden army led by the marshal of the county and town is about to arrive." ”

When the magistrate heard this, he hurriedly instructed his subordinates: "Hurry up! Set up the incense case and prepare to welcome Marshal Xia. ”

In order to calm the anger of the local people, Xia Zhen has been drinking big fish and meat every day these days, and every dish is full of tricks, and the soldiers and soldiers next to him are drooling. But these dishes are like chewing wax in Xia Zhen's mouth, and they have no taste at all.

For this reason, Xia Zhen cut three cooks, but he still had no taste for cooking every day. There was no way, Xia Zhen was a little angry and called the cook who made human meat dishes for him and asked, "Tell me why now, I don't have any taste when I eat?" ”

"Hey, hey!" The cook smiled dryly: "Lord Marshal, at this time, because you are addicted!" ”

Xia Zhen asked, "What kind of addiction is this?" ”

"You're addicted to human flesh right now!" The cook said gloomily.

When Xia Zhen heard this, he pondered carefully for a long time. Thinking of the various delicacies fried by human meat, Xia Zhen unconsciously drooled. He hurriedly looked up and asked the cook, "What now?" ”

"There's no other way but to eat human flesh so you don't eat it." The cook said in a gloomy voice.

Xia Zhen was stunned and said, "Then how long will it take for me to turn around if I keep insisting on not eating human flesh?" ”

"It won't turn back, it will never turn back, if you don't eat human flesh for ten days you will see people and you will want to take a bite until you eat human flesh." The cook said.

"Ben Shuai doesn't believe it! You go down first. Xia Zhen didn't believe it at all.

After Xia Zhen waited for the cook to leave, he took out the letter from Shi Miyuan's flying pigeon, and saw that it said: "If you still eat human flesh, the queen mother and the official family will kill him first." Seeing this, Xia Zhen also knew that he had committed public anger, and he burned Shi Miyuan's flying pigeon book in a cold sweat.

Three days have passed, and he is about to reach Fengcheng along the river, and Xia Zhen's stomach has been overturned in the past two days, and he can't eat anything. At this time, his head was full of white human flesh in bed, and his mouth was full of the taste of human flesh. Gradually, he yelled, rushed out of his room, and commanded his soldiers: "Let the cook serve me the best." ”

After a while, the ship's chef sent a variety of dishes, crystal trotters, stewed crab roe lion's head, Jinling meatballs, white sauce cabbage, yellow mud stewed chicken, stewed chicken fu, salted duck, golden fragrant cake, chicken soup boiled dried shreds, meat stuffed with raw bran, anchovy shrimp, three sets of duck, Wuxi meat bones, etc., which filled the big table in Xia Zhen's room.

Xia Zhen saw these dishes, and now he doesn't care whether they have a taste or not, he just stuffs them into his mouth and gradually eats a lot. But the hunger in her stomach was still not eliminated, and then a maid walked in with a plate of vegetables. Xia Zhen suddenly waited for his blood-red eyes to look at the weak maid.

The maid was unconsciously ready to put down the food in her hand and leave, at this moment Xia Zhen suddenly pulled out the sword on her waist and stabbed it into the maid's chest, the maid knocked over the dish in her hand and fell to the ground with surprise, Xia Zhen couldn't wait to pull out the sword and lie on the maid's wound and suck the blood that flowed out. After a long time, Xia Zhenyun woke up from his madness, and looked at the dead maid on the ground, he finally knew what he had done.

He himself went to the door and instructed the soldiers outside the door, "Go and call me the cook." ”

The soldiers knew who he was talking about, and after a while, the cook came to Xia Zhen's cabin and looked at Xia Zhen with a gloomy smile, his eyes aimed at the maid who fell to the ground. At this time, Xia Zhen said: "What do you think we should do now? I don't want to eat human flesh anymore, but I can't control myself anymore, so give me an idea. ”

The cook smiled and said, "It's not easy! Just keep eating human flesh. ”

"But the above won't spare me, and now it's hard for me." Xia Zhen sat on the bed and hugged his head and said.

The cook smiled and said, "The above will not spare you, but you are very welcome from the north." ”

When Xia Zhen heard the words north, a spirit immediately stood up and glared at the cook and said, "Who are you?" Why did you know that the North Side welcomes me? Say it. As he spoke, Xia Zhen picked up the sword and compared it to the chef's neck.

The cook, still gloomy, pushed his sword lightly with his own hand, and said, "Why should the general be so angry? If you want to ask, you can ask calmly, and the small ones must be endless. After saying that, the cook consciously did it before the table full of wine and food, and poured himself a drink.

Xia Zhen was stunned, drank a glass of wine opposite the cook and asked, "Now you can say it, right?" ”

"Good wine!" The cook praised the contents of the cup, looked at Xia Zhen and put down the wine glass and said, "The general wants to know, which one is smaller, I am from the north." As soon as he said this, Xia Zhen was shocked again.

"General, don't be impatient!" The cook stabilized Xia Zhen and said: "Lord Marshal, I not only know the north, but also know the flying pigeon that Shi Xiangye gave you, and when it comes to the key, if you don't change the habit of eating people, it is possible that the emperor and the queen mother will have to do it to you first." Am I right? My marshal? ”

Xia Zhen looked at the increasingly incomprehensible cook in front of him in a cold sweat and asked, "How do you know this?" ”

"Hey, hey! You don't need to know all this in detail, just know that I was sent from the north to bring you glory and wealth. The cook said with his sinister laugh.

Xia Zhen endured the unhappiness in his heart and said with majesty: "I am a minister of the Great Song Dynasty, and I died as a ghost of the Great Song Dynasty. Don't you want to come and come down to me. ”

The cook said to Xia Zhen with unscrupulousness: "The little one doesn't want to say that he will descend to you, but can you still gain a foothold in the Great Song Dynasty?" Think about what you've become now? Eat human flesh, haha, a marshal only wants to eat human flesh every day. Tell me that if you are the emperor and you have a marshal who eats human flesh under your command, do you dare to ask for it? Saying that, the cook looked at Xia Zhen fiercely with a cold gaze.

Xia Zhen was suddenly covered in cold sweat by the cook's words, thought about it and asked, "Where?" What conditions do you give me from the north? ”

"Haha! This is my good marshal, the north said that as long as the marshal passes, he will give you a prince, let you eat as many human flesh as you want, and no one will criticize you. The cook said excitedly.

Xia Zhen calmed down: "In this way, let me think about it for two days, how." ”

"Hehe, don't say two days, even ten days. But marshal, think about it, who can give you the title of king? It will never work in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. So the cook got up and took his leave.