Now, the ancestral tomb of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion has been dug up, and the emperor has issued a holy decree.

Even if you don't give him a promotion, you should give him some comfort and compensation.

Of course, it would be better if he was promoted, so that it would be more convenient for him to help the eldest prince ascend the throne.

Su Yun knelt there respectfully, full of anticipation.

The little chamberlain crossed the edge of the holy decree with a pair of resentful eyes, glanced at Su Yun, and then looked at the holy decree.

Wow, wow, wow, read through.

After reading it, Su Yun was stunned!

The emperor let him take over the rights of the Duke of Dingguo.

and the Tatar side to jointly manage the soldiers and horses of the Great Xia Dynasty!

This right is simply too big!

I can't even think about it!

Take over the Tatars' pawn rights!

Then he won't be in the same position as the Duke of Dingguo!

I'm dripping sky!

A moment ago, he was still immersed in the heavy blow of the huge loss of silver coins, and he couldn't breathe in grief.

At this moment, Su Yun felt that she had reached the pinnacle of her life.

The emotional ups and downs were too great, and Su Yun couldn't slow down for a while.

The steward glanced at Su Yun, dutiful, groveling, and took the red envelope to the little chamberlain who passed the decree.

"The ancestral grave at home has been disturbed, and Lord Su is not in a very good mood, please forgive me."

The steward laughed with him and politely sent the little chamberlain away.

house.

Su Yun sat on the chair with the holy decree in his arms, and after extreme joy, a question of the soul popped up in his mind.

The emperor trusts him so much, relies on him so much, and lets him hold such an important position, does he still want to rebel with the eldest prince?

Even if the eldest prince ascends the throne in the future, can he give him such a high official such a generous lu?

Su Yun shook his head in his heart.

No!

What is the reason for rebelling with the eldest prince, in order to be able to be a supreme minister, in order to be able to be on an equal footing with Su Jie, and now, he has achieved it.

There is no need to rebel anymore.

The holy decree changed hands and rested on the table, and Su Yun wandered back and forth on the ground.

No, he had to think about it.

Do you continue to rebel or not!

Yun Niang stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at Su Yun not far away, her eyebrows frowning slightly.

He stood for a moment, then turned to leave.

And at this time.

Compared with the bustling crowds of Gulou Street, a long and narrow alley is extraordinarily quiet.

In the middle of the alley, there is a sheep soup restaurant.

The dilapidated signboard hung crookedly on the door, and there was only one table of customers in the sheep soup restaurant.

A Taoist priest, a chicken.

The shopkeeper, who was already in his sixties, looked at the only table of customers in his store and rubbed his eyes vigorously several times.

At a glance, a Taoist priest has a chicken, and then a glance, it is still a Taoist priest and a chicken.

That's really ......

Is it because I'm dizzy or is this Taoist priest crazy!

Treat a chicken to dinner?

What kind of world is this!

It's a long time to see!

In front of him, there was simmering haggis.

The old shopkeeper lifted the lid of the pot, scooped two bowls of haggis soup in the thick heat, sprinkled some chopped green onions and coriander that had been cut and prepared there, and served them tremblingly.

A bowl of haggis soup was served to the Taoist priest, and the old store was still stable.

But when the second bowl of haggis soup was pushed in front of the chicken, the old shopkeeper couldn't help it and trembled.

"Ahh

The haggis soup was hot, and the oil flowers were splashed directly on the back of the hand, and the old shopkeeper shrank his hand and watched a bowl of haggis buckle out.

Just as the bowl lost its balance, the chopsticks in the old Taoist priest's hand shot out with lightning and flint.

The two chopsticks, like a stable bamboo raft, steadily caught the bowl that was about to be overturned.

After catching it for a moment, the old Taoist priest reached out and placed the bowl in front of the chicken.

The chicken didn't react much, only cooed.

The old shopkeeper's heavy eyelids jumped fiercely, and he looked at the old Taoist priest in shock.

"You ......"

The old Taoist priest smiled kindly: "Are your hands okay?" ”

The old shopkeeper shook his head and shrunk his dry wrinkled hand, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The Taoist priest took out a piece of silver, "We have covered your shop today, and we want to talk for a while." ”

The shopkeeper trembled his eyelids, suppressed the feelings that had just sprung up in his heart, and smiled, "I don't need so much silver." ”

The Taoist priest said, "Take it, we may eat in your shop for a few days!" It's considered to be pre-paid in advance. ”

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then reached for the silver.

On the back of his hand, a finger-long scar was there.

Although the years have been a long time ago, it is still shocking.

The Taoist priest glanced at it and sighed silently.

The old shopkeeper took the silver and left silently, "If you add soup and call me, I will be at the door." ”

The words fell, and the store door was closed.

There was a rocking chair in the doorway that was about to fall apart, and he lay there with his eyes half-closed.

Memories are like a flood, impacting the heart of an old man who has long been silent.

The last time I saw someone take a bowl with chopsticks, the catch was so accurate and stable, and the shot was so fast, it was still in the palace.

At that time, His Majesty was still a prince.

The palace is the palace of the first emperor.

He has a knife wound on the back of his hand, and it is always not neat enough to serve tea and pour water, but the first emperor is used to him, and he is still the chief manager.

The first emperor could always use chopsticks or a brush to borrow the bowl or cup he was about to overturn while looking in the mirror.

Slightly half-closed eyes, cloudy tears crisscrossed.

How many years have passed......

Ay!

The emperor's favorite food is not the delicacies of the imperial dining room, but a bowl of haggis soup he made.

I'm in a low mood and want to eat a bowl.

If you are in a good mood, you should also eat a bowl.

In order to be able to eat haggis soup, the first emperor even built a secret room in the imperial study.

Other people's secret rooms are used to store confidential objects, and the emperor's secret room is full of pots and pans.

He specializes in haggis soup.

Other memories are blurred, just remember that on the day Wang Zhaozhi was beheaded, the first emperor ate a pot of haggis.

On that day, it was cloudy all day, with dark clouds pressing overhead, lightning and thunder, and strong winds, but it refused to rain, and people were uncomfortable.

When the first emperor came back from outside, he sat behind the bookcase with a black face for half an hour, and then said, "I want to eat haggis." ”

A large pot of haggis soup......

People are vomiting and still eating.

While crying, while eating, while eating, crying.

Another time, it was the day when Concubine Xi was killed with a cane.

The first emperor was afraid that he cried the tears of his life.

……

in the store.

Zhenyangzi took the haggis soup, squinted his eyes, and took a sip.

"In this world, nothing compares to this bowl of haggis soup."

Across from him, Duck Duck rolled his corns, lowered his head and took a sip from the bowl, cooing twice.

It was in the Dingguo Mansion, and I tried my best to find the genealogy of the Dingguo Prince, but I couldn't find it.

For this reason, he even burned the secret room of the study of the Dingguo family and smashed the ancestral ancestral hall of his family, but he still found nothing.

Zhenyangzi went there once, and found not only the genealogy but also a painting.

It's annoying!

However, the haggis soup is really delicious.

Take a sip and your whole body will be clear.

It's the smell, it's a little familiar.

Duck Duck shook the chicken feathers, raised his head and cooed twice, and looked at Zhenyangzi.

Zhenyangzi's half-squinted eyes finally opened to normal, and he sighed and nodded, "He did it." ”

Duckduck turned his head to look in the direction of the gate and cooed twice.

Zhenyangzi shook his head and smiled bitterly.