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The Governor's Mansion of the Chinese Army and Fuyuwei, two groups of people fought, and the remaining Jinyi guards of the Fusi Division of Nanzhen were very chicken thieves, and they moved the table away from the window early. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Big brother, can you help?" In the brocade guard, a rather lean-looking man asked eagerly.

"Help? Help whom? Sitting in the center, the man who looked like he should be a thousand households had a twinkle in his eyes, and said: "Let's eat and drink now, just watch a good show!" ”

"W-isn't this okay?" There are hundreds of households said.

"What's so bad?" The man narrowed his eyes and said, "Anyway, the order from above is just for us to wait and see what happens, and the two don't help each other, so it's not wrong for us to do this!" ”

"Oh, third master, several, a few adults...... Stop it. ”

The brocade guards were not in a hurry, but the fat man, who was the steward of the temporary lobby of the Splendid Pavilion, was anxious. Why did you fight while eating, and you were so ruthless, what is this called?

It's a pity, the two groups of people are all in a hurry, where do they care if the Splendid Pavilion is not the Splendid Pavilion.

Seeing that the two groups of people began to smash the things in the Splendid Pavilion, the fat man's face was green, he was just a temporary steward, and when the shopkeeper came back, or if King Ning suddenly came to inspect, then he would be unlucky.

"My lords, how many of you are Jinyi Guards, don't you just care about them?"

Suddenly, the fat man caught a glimpse of four brocade-clothed guards sitting around a table not far away, eating with relish while watching two groups of people fight.

"What's the matter?" The eldest brother glanced at the fat man coldly, and said: "This official belongs to the Nanzhen Fu Division, and is only responsible for the law and military discipline of the guard, and the other military guards are not under the management of our Nanzhen Fu Division!" ”

"Huh?"

This time, the fat man was dumbfounded, and could only make a bitter face, looking at the table legs and dishes flying sideways in the entire hall, and wanted to cry without tears.

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Throughout the ages, fights are nothing more than two outcomes, one is that one side loses and one side wins; The other is a lose-lose situation.

The result of today's fight is obvious, although Fu Yuwei has been fighting outside all the year round, but with Huang San's skills, these guys are not opponents at all. After the time of tea, all the hundred households of Fuyuwei were knocked down, not only were their noses and faces swollen, but even the armor on their bodies was dismantled.

In the end, the hundreds of households of several Fu Yuwei were all thrown together and tied into a pile.

If the eyes could kill people, the hundred households of Fu Yuwei would have killed Huang San and them ten thousand times a long time ago.

"What are you looking at?" Looking at Zhang Meng, who was staring at the round eyes, Huang San's eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered something.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Meng said viciously.

"What's wrong?"

Huang San and a few of his subordinates were annoyed, dragged out a long bench from the side, aimed at these guys, and smashed them with a crackle.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, a hundred households of the Chinese military governor's mansion, the waist card fell to the ground in the chaos, and was quietly put away by a hundred households of Fu Yuwei.

"Brothers, throw them out!" Huang San gave the last order, and took the lead in dragging the ankles of a hundred households and throwing them out of the gate.

"Oops!"

For a while, there were screams, but no one paid attention to them, and Huang San and the others even laughed loudly at the door.

On the street, there were pedestrians and people who saw this scene, which was the same as doing the question, and they ran away, but the shops around them, the shopkeepers, and the guys probed out and looked at the four Fuyu Wei Baihu who fell to the ground.

The hundred households, who had become embarrassed, and even had two broken legs, could only hold back their anger, support each other, and run towards the city gate.

In the Splendid Pavilion, the four Jinyi Wei Thousand Households and Hundred Households of the Nanzhen Fusi all laughed when they looked at the four Fuyu Wei Hundred Households who were drifting away.

"Little Er, check out!" Qianhu of Jinyiwei left a gold coin on the table and walked directly to the door.

When he was approaching the door, the brocade-clothed guard Qianhu turned his head and glanced at Huang San, and said, "Brother Tai, your skills are good!" ”

Huang San arched his hand and said, "You're welcome!" ”

Jinyi Wei Qianhu glanced at Huang San deeply and said, "We will see you again!" ”

"I hope so!" Huang San shrugged his shoulders, also threw out a gold coin behind him, and said loudly: "Xiao Er, the meal money is settled, and the account of damaging dishes, dishes, tables and chairs will be counted on Fu Yuwei's body!" ”

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Compared with the undercurrent surging in the court, the palace of King Han is harmonious, no, it can be said to be lively.

Got up early in the morning, Zhu Song began to make a small pot, he planned to eat a hot pot at noon this day, he had been back for so long, it was strange.

The current Ming Dynasty, although there is a hot pot, but compared with the various shabu-shabu in his previous life, it is far behind.

In the pavilion of the Hanwangfu Garden, in the center of the stone table, there is a small hot pot with a strange style.

The pot, about the size of a washbasin, was made of brass, with a base frame underneath and a round pot on top, but in the middle of the pot was a tall chimney that burst out of white smoke.

This small hot pot was specially made by Zhu Song's craftsmen early in the morning, and the style was changed several times alone.

In addition, around the small hot pot are more than a dozen kinds of wild vegetables, mushrooms the size of a baby's fist, white tofu, transparent fish, and plates of lamb with very thin cuts.

These muttons were rested on top of the ice cubes by Zhu Song, anyway, there is enough ice in the ice warehouse now, and they are not afraid of wasting it.

A bunch of little guys: Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Huixuan, Xie Zhenqi, Song Yueer, Zhu Biying, and Zhu Taihe, who was newly admitted to the house. One by one, they all gathered around the table with greedy faces, waiting for the water in the small hot pot to boil.

As for why Zhu Huixuan and Zhu Zhanji are still in the house, they were thrown back by their father and grandfather!

Anyway, it's better to have someone to take care of than to bother them, right?

"Uncle Song, are you okay?" Zhu Huixuan was about to die of hunger.

"You kid, you're greedy!" Zhu Song, who was mixing sesame paste, glared at him angrily and said, "Didn't you see that the water hadn't boiled yet?" Besides, none of you little guys want to make your own seasonings and cook them dry? ”

"I, I'm not hungry!" Zhu Huixuan's little face was embarrassed.

"Uncle Song, I think you are deliberately coveting us!" Zhu Zhanji pursed his lips and said.

"Hey, the king of feelings made you something to eat, but it was the king's fault!" Zhu Song was so angry, he threw away his chopsticks and said, "You guys get it yourself!" Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing! ”

Just when a few little guys wanted to be coquettish and coax Zhu Song, Huang Sansan, who was wearing soft armor, walked over in stride.

"Lord Wang!" Walking into the pavilion, Huang San saluted Zhu Song.

Zhu Song waved his hand at it and said, "How is it?" ”

Huang San smiled: "It's done!" ”

"Good!" Zhu Song clapped his hands and laughed: "Next, let's wait to watch a good show!" (To be continued.) )