When Zhao Shishe walked to the side hall, he saw a figure with some impression sitting there from afar, so he walked over. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Isn't this Mr. Meng? Why is it here? ”

The sun was already setting in the west, and Meng Shang's buttocks sitting on the chair were faintly sore, and just as he was thinking about whether to continue to wait or say goodbye first, a majestic and somewhat familiar voice came from outside the door. Meng Sheng hurriedly got up and saw that it was the prince who summoned him to come.

"Didn't you send someone to summon me, saying that there was something to ask?" Trespassing on the county king's mansion is a serious crime, Meng Sheng thought that the prince had forgotten him, and hurriedly explained.

"Oh?" Zhao Shishe was about to speak, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the maid who was running hurriedly on the side, and took a closer look, wasn't it Xiao Lu next to his daughter? After thinking about it, he suddenly understood the reason for the matter, so he touched his beard that had grown up for a short time, and said with a smile:

"It's the king's fault, the king's fault. You see that this king is really old and confused, and he forgot about it, and Mr. Meng, who was harmed, waited here for a long time. Sui'an, tell me to go down, there will be a banquet in the house tonight, and this king will make amends to Mr. Meng. ”

Zhao Shishe said to the housekeeper behind him.

"Yes, sir."

The butler agreed, then turned and prepared to go out.

"I can't do it, I can't help it, the prince is in the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period, how do you use the last old word? Thinking about it, it must be the prince's daily arrangement, how dare the prince bother the prince to remember the trivial things in the small people? The small people can't afford the banquet, and they ask the prince to take it back. ”

Meng Sheng was overjoyed in her heart, and instantly made a flattered expression on her face, and hurriedly refused.

How could Zhao Shishe miss this activity to buy people's hearts? Although Meng Shang has achieved nothing, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, as the so-called talent has the use of talent, waste has the use of waste, and when this matter spreads, it may be able to play an unexpected role. Thinking about this clearly, Zhao Shijiang interrupted Meng Shang and said:

"Hey, how can you do this without a banquet? Mr. Meng is a guest invited by this king, because of the negligence of this king, Mr. Meng waited here for an afternoon, how can he not apologize? Mr. Meng, don't refuse, just follow this king. ”

Then he stopped the butler who was about to go out, walked up to him and ordered: "Remember the thirty years of wine stored in the Kaitan Mansion." Then he leaned over and whispered in the butler's ear: "Hurry up and send someone to find the young lady back!" ”

"This ...... Hey, then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate. Meng Sheng replied.

"Haha! Come on, come on, Mr. Meng comes with this king. Zhao Shishe laughed, pulled Meng Sheng and walked outside.

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When Liu Yong and Yuanniang came out of Baokangmen Wazi, it was already dusk, and the sun was slanting in the west.

"Are you going home?" Liu Yong looked at Yuanniang and asked with some reluctance but some worry.

"No, I finally ran out once, so naturally I have to have fun." Yuan Niang took a bite of the sugar slices made of sesame seeds in her hand, and said with great certainty.

"But won't your father be worried?" Liu Yong actually wanted to add a sentence later, and his mother would also be worried, but he subconsciously omitted it.

"My dad didn't know what he was doing all day, and sometimes he didn't see him for days before he knew I was out. What's more, there is still Xiao Midori helping to cover, what is there to worry about. Yuan Niang threw the sesame candy into her mouth, and casually rolled the candy paper into a ball and threw it into a garbage basket woven from bamboo strips on the side of the street not far away, and said unhurriedly.

"But......" Liu Yong just wanted to say the half of the sentence he had just omitted, but was interrupted by Yuan Niang. But what is it, Miss Ben has long heard that the Zhouqiao Night Market is very lively, and even the officials have bought the delicious food. But my dad won't take me, huh! I'm going to have to eat enough today. With that, Yuan Niang shook her pink little fist and pulled Liu Yong towards the Suzaku Gate.

"I hope my mother isn't home today." Liu Yong prayed silently in his heart.

There are four rivers that run through the city in Tokyo, and the most famous of them is probably the Bianhe River. There are 13 bridges on the Bianhe River, among which the state bridge is particularly spectacular. The state bridge was built by Li Mian, the former Tang Dynasty Bianzhou Jiedu envoy, at the beginning it was called "Bianzhou Bridge", it was renamed "Bianqiao" in the fifth dynasty, and it was renamed "Zhou Bridge" after the Emperor Song Dynasty, also called "Tianhan Bridge".

Every moonlit night, the clear sky and the moon are right, it is "the song building on both sides of the strait, the bright moonlight shines on each other", the crowd who climbs the bridge to watch the moon comes one after another, bustling. People overlook the river, the silver waves are overflowing, the bright moon sinks to the bottom, and the night rain of Jinming, the spring color of Fantai, the frost bell of Xiangguo and so on are called the eight views of Bianjing.

Although the Zhouqiao Night Market is crowned with the word Zhouqiao, in fact, there is still some distance from the Zhouqiao, starting from the south of the bridge, along the Royal Street through the Suzaku Gate, until the Longjin Bridge on the Cai River, during which the Zhouqiao Night Market is located. At nightfall, hundreds of food vendors line the streets and Suzaku Gate, along with countless Tokyo diners.

Liu Yong and Yuan Niang didn't run far before they arrived at the Zhouqiao Night Market. As soon as you step in, you will be filled with the noise of diners, the sound of cooking spatulas, and the shouts of the guys.

The Emperor Song Dynasty has been peaceful for a long time, and this is especially true in Tokyo. Over the past few generations, the people of Tokyo, as the imperial capital, have in their bones a kind of superiority and laziness in the roots of the imperial city. Whether it is to praise or disparage facts, or to talk about the prince and grandson, you only need a table and a few stools, plus two dishes and a bowl of sake, and you can sit in the night market on both sides of the royal street and spray it from the beginning of the day to the fifth watch.

It's just that this has made the shopkeeper miserable, and he should have cleaned up his stall and gone home to make up for sleep on the third watch, so he had to sit with red and swollen eyes like rabbits and listen to the long-standing diners, and sometimes add a few words to express his own opinions.

Liu Yong and Yuan Niang naturally won't be this kind of diners, the two walked in the bustling crowd, looking at the dazzling signboards on both sides, looking for their favorite food.

The world of children is always inseparable from delicious food, and sweets have a different kind of attraction in the eyes of children.

Yuanniang, who has never visited the Zhouqiao Night Market, naturally has a sense of freshness about everything, regardless of whether she likes it or not, as long as it sounds interesting to hear the name, or looks fun, she will buy it first. After a while, Yuan Niang and Liu Yong had all kinds of delicious snacks in their hands, such as ice and snow cold yuanzi, medicinal papaya, licorice ice and snow cold water, lychee paste, cantonese mustard melon, mustard melon, fragrant candy seeds, intermittent sugar lychee, Yue Mei, knife perilla paste, golden silk party plum...... When the two of them were about to lose it, Yuan Niang stopped for a moment.

To be continued......

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