Looking at the triumphant Xiahou Yong, Li Mingyuan had no choice but to giggle on the side, but he figured it out a lot in his heart, and at this moment he realized how bold he was during this time. It's like dancing on the tip of a knife and eating meat in front of a lion! If you're not careful, you'll definitely be dead!

What is Xiahou Yong, that is the Yumen Marquis of the Emperor's Qinfeng, a character who stomped his feet and had to tremble in Liangzhou City. Although he is his nominal godson, what he did before was indeed too presumptuous. Fortunately, Xiahou Yong is also a broad-minded character, and he didn't care about these, if he changed to a small-bellied chicken intestine, he was afraid that he would have been lying on that mass grave without a way.

While being afraid in his heart, Li Mingyuan was also thinking about who told Xiahou Yong the news that he had stored the silver in the military camp.

Zhilu Dao Li Mingyuan's net worth is nothing more than a few people, but Zhilu Dao only carries silver by Sun Xianyong and his soldiers. Even Yuxin and Qiuzhu Li Mingyuan didn't tell them, so he easily identified the suspect.

Originally, Li Mingyuan always felt that there was nothing in this world that would never be done without money, as long as he had enough financial resources to smash it, there was nothing that could not be done, but now it seems that he is sitting in a well and watching the sky. What if you have money, there are few people who really listen to yourself. Take Sun Xianyong and his soldiers as an example, even if they throw out more money, they will still only regard themselves as rich and big, and they will definitely not have any respect, they only have Xiahou Yong in their hearts, and they are not even ants compared to him.

Thinking like this, Li Mingyuan was also much more indifferent in his heart. In the influence of the wheel in the Tiger Army, no one can compare to Xiahou Yong, especially in the Chinese army, Xiahou Yong is definitely the master of his word. Even if he raises the flag to rebel at this time, I believe that he will definitely be a follower, because over the years, Xiahou Yong's personality charm has had a great impact on these soldiers, most of them are supporters and admirers of Xiahou Yong, as for Li Mingyuan, a little-known little person, no one will be willing to offend Xiahou Yong for him, no matter how rich he is!

"Master Hou, you are pheating me!" Li Mingyuan looked at Xiahou Yong with a sad and angry face, quite sad.

"Hahaha. What are you talking about, I don't know! At this moment, Xia Houyong suddenly realized that life was so beautiful. It's also a very interesting and meaningful thing to disrespect this guy who doesn't respect his elders!

"Yes, if you don't say it, I won't ask, what's the matter, I'll go back to sleep first!" Li Mingyuan lowered his head and said listlessly.

Seeing Li Mingyuan's languishing appearance, Xia Houyong immediately felt a little bored, and couldn't help but reprimand with a stiff face, "Sleep, sleep, a young man, all day long, doesn't want to be motivated, he knows how much he can do to sleep?" With this time, can't you learn from me, read more books, and think more about the meaning of life? ”

"Master Hou, do you mean to let me learn from you?" Li Mingyuan pointed to his nose, a little unable to believe his ears!

"yes, what's wrong, can't you?" Xiahou Yong looked up at Fang Liang Dao again.

"What do you learn? Caught hiding private money, or something else? Li Mingyuan grinned.

"Hmph, do you really think that Ben Hou is such a superficial person? Let me tell you, just before you came, I was reading books and comprehending the ways of the saints! Xiahou Yong straightened his waist and said quite confidently.

Li Mingyuan looked at Xiahou Yong, who seemed to be a feathered immortal, with some disbelief, and said word by word, "What do you say you are doing?" ”

"Read!"

"What books are you reading?"

"En, en, Analects!" Xiahou Yong was a little flustered.

"What about books, let me see!"

"Here's it!" Xiahou Yong took out a book from under the table and handed it over.

Li Mingyuan saw that it was really a discourse, and he couldn't help but be even more curious. Could it be that this lord who can only cut people has really changed his sex, and he can't succeed if he wants to cultivate himself and govern the country and the family?

"What an Analect!" Li Mingyuan took the book and said in disbelief.

"That's natural, what kind of identity and status does Benhou have, how can he not deceive you!" Xiahou Yong's biggest regret at this time is that he did not prepare a paper fan, otherwise the fan wind of the background at this moment must be extremely chic!

"But Master Hou, may I ask what is the oil flower on this cover?" Li Mingyuan pointed to the drops of oil on the cover of the Analects, and said with some curiosity!

"Well, this, this should be caused by my hard work, so I left a lot of sweat, well! That's it! Xiahou Yong's face instantly became a little strange, and he defended himself again and again.

"No, then Master Hou, you're not sweating, you're bleeding oil!" Li Mingyuan had already guessed something.

Xiahou Yong was a little annoyed and angry all of a sudden, and he didn't have a good breath, "How can the sweat of Hao Hao be oil and water?" You must have made a mistake, okay, don't read it, hurry up and return the book to me! ”

Li Mingyuan put the book to his nose and sniffed it gently, and suddenly realized, "Master Hou, how does this roast chicken taste?" ”

"Generally, the taste is a little lighter, if you can, some old wine, the taste will be excellent!" Xiahou Yong blurted out without hesitation, and as soon as the words fell, his face darkened again, and Li Mingyuan showed a smug smile.

"Not bad, looking at the Analects, eating roast chicken, thinking about old wine, all of this is excellent, which shows that the old man Hou Ye is also very good at enjoying life!" Li Mingyuan held his chin and made a victory gesture, directly knocking Xiahou Yong into the abyss of defeat.

Fortunately, Xiahou Yong is also a master who has been through storms for a long time, and this small blow will definitely not have much impact on him, let alone whether it will leave any shadow on his psychology. At that moment, Xiahou Yong did not hesitate, waved his hand and beckoned, "Okay, since you know the truth, I won't hide it from you, hurry up and close the door, let's divide this damn roast chicken into five horses!" ”

"Well, what do you say!" Li Mingyuan was also a little hungry, and immediately locked the door from the inside, and when he turned around, Xiahou Yong already found a shiny roast chicken from nowhere.

Roast chicken is a Han style dish. Chicken coated with starch sugar is fried and then boiled in a brine made from spices. The aroma is rich and the taste is delicious.

Li Mingyuan is also an expert in eating roast chicken, according to his experience, the roast chicken in Xiahou Yong's hand is definitely the best among the chickens, because the cooked chicken, how to prove whether it is a sick chicken, from the external color can no longer be seen, then it is necessary to look at the eyes of the chicken, if the eyes are half open and half closed, it is not a sick chicken.

If the eyes of the chicken are all closed, and the eye sockets are sunken, and the comb is very dry, it is a sign that the chicken has died. The eyes of the disease-free chickens are full after cooking, and some chickens have slightly closed eyes, but the eyeballs are still bright, the comb is moist, and the blood line is even and clear. The roast chicken in Xiahou Yong's hand must be cooked with turkey, and the beauty of the taste is slanderous!