"Just you?" Bu Feiyan pursed his lips disdainfully and turned to leave, "Then good luck to you." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The corners of Yuan Jiang's mouth hooked up a smile that was not easy for others to detect, he waved his hand, and a family member came over respectfully, waiting for his command.

Yuan Jiang said: "Go and invite Huang Yaoshi to me." ”

The family agreed, and not long after he went down, he led a thin old man with fairy wind bones and full of medicinal fragrance to walk in, and he was carrying a medicine box made of bamboo strips behind his back.

Huang Yaoshi saluted respectfully, "See Yuan Gongzi." ”

Yuan Jiang respectfully returned the salute, invited Huang Yaoshi to sit down on the middle hall, served a cup of tea, and then said with a smile: "Huang Yaoshi, I don't know if the medicinal materials I asked you to prepare are ready?" ”

Huang Yaoshi took a sip of the good new tea and sighed, "This tea is really good." ”

Thinking that the old man hadn't heard his words clearly, Yuan Jiang asked again, "Huang Yaoshi, are the medicinal materials ready?" ”

Huang Yaoshi diverted the conversation again, "You said this tea?" It's so-so, but it's much better if the water used to make the tea is the dew after the rain. ”

Yuan Jiang touched his nose stupidly, "It's not to ask you what the tea looks like, but the medicinal herbs, are the strychnine I want ready?" ”

Huang Yaoshi pointed at Yuan Jiang with the lid of the cup and shook his head, "You said that you kid, you are not very old, why are your ears so bad?" I've already said it twice, and this tea is barely okay, so why do you want me to say it? ”

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Yuan Jiang whispered: "Hey, I have Gu Yu's tea before the rain, I don't know if anyone likes to drink it." ”

Yuan Jiang's voice was very small, but he still let Huang Yaoshi hear it, and he hurriedly said: "Gu Yuqian, that feeling is good, hurry up and give my old man a pot." ”

Yuan Jiang pursed his lips and didn't speak, just stared at Huang Yaoshi with burning eyes, who was stared at a little unnaturally by him, so he took out a packet of strychnine from the medicine box and handed it to Yuan Jiang, and didn't forget to instruct: "Boy, it's not that I deliberately ignore you, it's just that this strychnine is highly poisonous, if you let Yuan Zhoumu know that the old man gave you this poison, won't he divide my five horses?" ”

Yuan Jiang smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this, only you and I know." ”

Huang Yaoshi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said nonchalantly: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you tell others, anyway, old man, I'm going to Jingzhou tomorrow to have a discussion with that kid from the Zhang family." ”

Yuan Jiang was full of black lines, "Zhang Zhongjing is in his forties, and you still call him 'kid', I'm also drunk." ”

Huang Yaoshi pouted, "Who let him win me in last year's pharmacopoeia?" ”

Drinking all the tea in the cup, Huang Yaoshi slowly stood up, quickly grabbed a box of tea leaves placed under the middle hall in his hand, and then put it into the medicine box as if nothing happened.

Just as he was about to walk out of the house, Huang Yaoshi suddenly paused and said: "Although strychnine can neutralize the poison of poison hemlock, the time to take it should be grasped - it is generally taken within half an hour before eating poison hemlock, and boiling water is the best brew, but don't forget, otherwise you will really shoot yourself in the foot." ”

Yuan Jiang clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. for reminding me." ”

"Don't say that the strychnine was given to you by me, otherwise that kid from the Zhang family will definitely make fun of me." Huang Yaoshi shook his head and walked straight out the door.

Yuan Jiang nodded, "I'll do it, don't worry." ”

After Huang Yaoshi left, Yuan Jiang looked at the bag of strychnine on the table and said to the fans in the live broadcast room: "Hehe, there is a good show to watch tonight." ”

"Xiami is a good show, I'm looking forward to it--Presenter: Dreamy."

"Brother Jiang, won't you let us see you kneeling and licking again--Publisher: Speechless, there are no good books."

"Based on my understanding of Brother Jiang, tonight's plot must be very violent - Presenter: Cowardice."

Yuan Jiang smiled faintly and slowly spit out a sentence, "Please watch the live broadcast tonight." ”

The fans in the live broadcast room were silent at first, and then frantically played a barrage--

"Live broadcast to eat Xiang, Brother Jiang, you won't be poor and can only eat Xiang--Presenter: Stupid frog."

"I went there, but I didn't expect the anchor to have this habit, and I lost under the next -- Publisher: Firefox 2005."

"Brother Jiang, have you been stimulated by anything recently, or is your aunt coming, kneeling and licking, and eating Xiang--Presenter: Lin Yufeifei."

Yuan Jiang smiled mysteriously: "There are other people who eat Xiang in the live broadcast. ”

"Oh, I remember, there's a guy in the live broadcast room called doggy going LOL. He often says that the live broadcast eats Xiang, I have screenshots, is he going to have a live broadcast today--Presenter: Lu Nian. ”

"Ding, Liunian rewarded the anchor with an excavator, congratulations."

"I haven't seen the local tyrant for a long time, this is to reward the excavator, domineering side leakage."

"The Ryukyu tyrant appeared, and the gods retreated."

“V587.”

Yuan Jiang shook his head, "Tonight, I'm going to let Yuan Lao Er live broadcast Xiang." Hmph, if you dare to rob a woman with me, you are really looking for death. ”

"Damn, Brother Jiang's small universe is about to burn, V587."

"Brother Jiang is finally going to turn over as a serf and sing."

"Ding, solo dance cold ice rewarded the anchor with ten blood vials, congratulations."

"Ding, Zhong Youmei rewarded the anchor with ten blood vials, congratulations."

Before the live broadcast of eating Xiang, Yuan Jiang also had to go to the Stove Festival.

As a person who has crossed over from the bleak modern era of traditional culture, Yuan Jiang felt the joy of the festival for the first time, which was even more lively than his previous Spring Festival.

On this day, the whole Shouchun City presents an unusually lively state, thousands of empty alleys, every household is immersed in the joy of the festival, everyone: whether it is men, women and children, whether it is officials and civilians, on this day it seems to be to put aside all class antagonisms, fuse together, and celebrate this festival together.

When Dongfang just turned white, Yuan Jiang was dragged up from the bed by Bu Feiyan, and after washing, he couldn't even eat a bite of breakfast, so he rushed to the State Pastoral Mansion and accompanied Yuan Shu to pick up guests.

After the guests came, Yuan Jiang thought that it was time to have a banquet, but Yuan Shu took a group of subordinates to the riverside to worship, and when he returned to Shouchun City after doing this, it was already past noon.

After bathing and changing, it was the turn of the feast to celebrate.

Looking at the various dishes in front of him, Yuan Jiang was about to pick up a piece of cooked meat to soothe his belly that had been cooing for several hours, but he didn't think about it, but was stopped by Zhang Xun on the side with a fake cough, and he whispered: "Son, don't worry, I have to wait a while before the banquet can begin." ”

It turned out that before this move, Yuan Shu still had to say a lot of nonsense--anyway, Yuan Jiang didn't listen to a word, of course it was nonsense, at this time, his eyes kept staring at the piece of cooked meat in front of him, his throat rolled a few times from time to time, and he swallowed a mouthful.

After finally finishing Yuan Shu's words, Yuan Jiang was about to make a move on the piece of cooked meat that had been watched for a long time, but he heard Yuan Shu, who was the leader, smile heartily: "Jiang'er, today coincides with a feast, don't you want to make a poem?" ”