Get you back? Yushu sighed, "Kill me?" ”

If Huo Xunmei really killed Xie Jiulang for the sake of a battle of words, then he would be a complete hypocrite. Yushu also wants to see if Huo Xunmei is a human or a ghost.

Baili Ji's expression was solemn, "Ninth brother, don't worry about it." It's only been a few days since King Xiang bought a murderer to assassinate you, and you forgot about it so quickly? The Assassin is still in prison at the Ministry of Punishment. I think Huo Xunmei's old boy is not authentic, and he can do something like a murderer if he can't keep it. ”

Baili Ji looked like he was facing a great enemy, Xie Jiulang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said, "Brother Eleven, don't worry, he can't kill me!" ”

"Ninth brother, life is at stake......"

Xie Jiulang intercepted Baili Ji's words, and said proudly: "Master Boruo said, I have nine lives!" Can't die, can't die! ”

"That's what Master Boruo said?" Baili Ji was suspicious, and looked at Xie Jiulang.

"That's nature, how else can I lie to you?" Xie Jiulang raised his chin, just like when the kitten A Leopard disobeyed the discipline.

Baili Ji was sneered at by his demeanor at this time, and quipped: "If you want me to say, it's not that you have nine lives, it's that the guards in your house have the ability." Each of them is a master, and it is more than enough to protect you. ”

"That's, they're all my good sons and daughters of Donggu!" Xie Jiulang straightened his waist and was honored.

"Later, I'll still inform Lou Bi and tell him to prepare early." Baili Ji said in a deep voice, not forgetting to count Xie Jiulang: "You haven't been in Kyoto for a few days, and you have made a lot of enemies." Princess Huiyan, King Xiang, this is another Huo Xunmei. If I were your father, I would have to settle this account with you! ”

Xie Jiulang smiled dumbly, and asked rhetorically: "Settle accounts?" ”

Baili Ji's expression was dazed, and he said very seriously: "Reckoning in our family is to punish kneeling, copying books, practicing boxing, and Zama." ”

Xie Jiulang nodded clearly, "Oh, it's just that you made a mistake, and your father punished you for all kinds of means." ”

Baili Ji sighed softly, and pretended to be old and said: "Hey, the past is unbearable!" ”

"It's a punishment, but it's actually forcing you to become a talent. If you want me to say, your father has good intentions. ”

This is the case, and there is no refutation in Bailiji. His martial arts foundation is calculated by settling accounts.

Xie Jiulang changed his words and said in a deep voice: "Brother Eleven, it is not false that someone wants to kill me, but I also have you, a good brother who shares weal and bene, as well as four drums and glass, all of whom treat me sincerely. Therefore, it is said that there is mutual restraint, and good and evil coexist. ”

Baili Ji was a little fluttering by Xie Jiulang's praise, and said with a smile: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I can't talk about you." Suddenly, his expression was solemn, and he said: "How did Huo Xunmei get mixed with King Xiang?" ”

Regarding this layer, Yushu also felt strange. Two people who are obviously unrelated have become best friends without warning, how can they not make people suspicious?

"Maybe King Xiang wants to get something from Huo Xunmei." Yushu said hesitantly.

"Huo Xunmei must also have a purpose, if you want me to say, they just take what they need."

Yushu was silent.

Baili Ji is right. Huo Xunmei knew that King Xiang was misbehaving, and she still befriended him, she must have a purpose, and it will never be as simple as it seems on the surface. As for what is needed and what is taken, it is not known.

Baili Ji and Xie Jiulang walked for a while, and the more they walked, the more hungry they became. He turned his head to see the stall selling Hu cakes next to him, and said happily, "Ninth brother, I invite you to eat Hu cakes." ”

Because Huo Xunmei came uninvited, the two of them left in a hurry after eating half full. As soon as Baili Ji said Hu Cake, Yushu put aside the miscellaneous things for the time being, nodded like pounding garlic, and said, "Okay, good." ”

Baili Ji handed the dog chain to Xie Jiulang and told him, "I'll buy it, you wait here." After that, rubbed Ah Bao's head, "You obediently guard the ninth brother, if there are bad people to stir up trouble, you bite according to the neck!" Ah Leopard obediently approached Xie Jiulang, with a solemn expression, looking at the six roads and listening to the eight directions.

This cake stall has been set up in Jingshanfang North Street for more than 20 years, from the grandparents to the present, the grandchildren follow their parents from the noodle learning, to he can hold up a stall alone, to say the least it will take seven or eight years. The three generations of grandparents have inherited not only craftsmanship, but also the pursuit and obsession of taste.

Yushu looked at the half-grown boy who was dressed in short brown and was busy helping Daddy, and her eyes were sour.

For ordinary people, what has been passed down from generation to generation is the skill, the ability to survive, and the spirit of endless and eternal. The Emperor and the Monarch, too.

Yushu truly understood why her grandfather was unhappy all day long after her father's death. Maybe it's not all about reminiscing about the souls of the dead, but more about feeling confused and helpless about who will inherit the country.

In his mind, there was no second person more suitable than his father. When his father died, he was more panicked and helpless than anyone else. At that time, Zhao Jin blamed Zhao Chang's death entirely on his grandfather and Zhao Xu. She only has resentment and even resentment towards her grandfather, but she does not have the slightest understanding and tolerance.

Losing a father or losing a son, which hurts more? Yushu is still unknown. Or, the pain of the soul cannot be reciprocal, and it is not possible to simply say who is greater than whom, but the remorse of the grandfather is the one who has tried to temper his sanity.

Zhao Jin only cares about his own sorrows, and does not understand and does not want to understand his grandfather's inner entanglement and suffering. Now, she understands her grandfather's suffering, and she also understands how difficult it is for him to make Zhao Xu the prince. But it was too late, and she never had the opportunity to walk side by side with him in the palace corridor, listening to him talk about the cornering of the eaves of the Jixian Palace.

Time flies and never returns. All the rare old things that make people sad and laugh only exist in memory.

Yushu was thinking about it, and Baili Ji handed her the fragrant Hu Cake, "Eat it while it's hot, it's crispy when it's cold and it's not hot." After that, I couldn't wait to take a big bite, and just listening to the crispy sound made people salivate.

Yushu swallowed her saliva and took the Hu cake wrapped in oiled paper, the freshly baked cake was still hot, Yushu's fingertips were hot and painful, she couldn't help but hiss, frowning slightly. Because her right hand is disabled, she can't change it, so she can only endure it. Baili secretly said badly, and hurriedly took out the cloth and wrapped another layer of the Hu cake in Xie Jiulang's hand.

Although Baili Ji is one-handed, his movements are extremely fast, and he did not delay his vague complaint: "Your literati's hands are delicate, and you can't stand any heat." Oh, take it, eat it. ”

The fat and thin lamb, grilled and oily, wrapped in crunchy cakes, can forget all worries with a bite.

Yushu carefully bit off a corner, but she didn't touch the filling yet. Baili Ji was anxious to watch from the side, and personally demonstrated to him: "You have to bite like this." As he spoke, he took another big bite, and the small half of the cake was rolled into his mouth.

"See, it's enjoyable to eat like this." Baili Ji said with a whining voice.

Yushu learned from him, opened her mouth wide and took a bite, the meat was crispy, salty and light, and the spices of the Western Regions were properly blended, which was indeed worthy of its reputation.

"Delicious, right?" Bailiji's mouth was full and asked him.

"Well, it's delicious." Xie Jiulang also replied with a whining voice.

Chang Gung Star hangs high in the west, shimmering and shining. The hazy yellow halo on the north street of Jingshanfang pulled the figure of two people and a dog.