"Since the Marquis of Qi Ai was killed by the Marquis of Xianji, the State of Qi has regarded Ji as a country of blood feuds for generations, and the whole of the State of Ji is uneasy and anxious to find allies to counter the State of Qi.

Before, Lu Bushan had just ascended the throne, and the throne was unstable, so he couldn't take care of external affairs. In the past two years, Lü Bushan has eliminated political enemies and rectified the government, and now the Qi country has gradually stabilized. Ji Hou was restless day and night, and this is why he had the idea of marrying Lu Guo."

"That being the case," Zhao Bohu suddenly took over the conversation: "Then please ask Duke Zhou to go to the Central Plains to mediate the entanglement of the Three Kingdoms of the Qilu Era, and restore peace to the Central Plains." How?"

"This ------" Zhou Gongding wanted to shirk it, but this matter is extraordinary, the country of Lu is the ancestor of the country, and the origin is too deep. If you shirk it, it will be too much to say. He thought that he could still speak in front of the monarchs and ministers of the Lu Kingdom, and gritted his teeth and responded: "In this case, the minister will set off tomorrow and try his best."

At dusk, the west gate of Hokyo City rumbled and closed, and the chain suspension bridge over the slightly narrow moat was pulled up with a bang. There is no river of lights connecting the inside and outside, only the military lanterns at the head of the city flicker on the vast plain, like sparse stars in the night sky.

Two fast horses, one black and one white, hurried out of the city before the city gate was closed, and at this time they were standing on the hill outside the city, looking back at the few flashing military lights at the head of the city, and hesitated.

"Brother Zimu, where are we going? The gates are closed, and you don't plan to wander outside all night?" Ji Tayu on the black horse quipped.

Zhao Bohu didn't let it go, and glanced at him: "What? You are such a prodigal, who are you afraid of going back and being scolded?"

"Hahaha, what am I afraid of? My friends are full and the whole family is not hungry, but you! There's a lot of state and family affairs."

"No matter how many state and family affairs there are, let them go tonight, and dedicate themselves to your boy!"

After Zhao Bohu finished speaking, he raised his whip, and the white horse neighed and galloped towards the bank of the Pickaxe River, followed closely by the black horse------

After a while, when they reached the shore of the pickaxe water, there was already a small boat with black sails waiting there, one in front and one in the back, swaying in the night wind.

"General Ziliang, beware!" When I got on the boat, the captain of the boat came over to help me very familiarly. Duoyou was stunned: "Uncle Mi, is that you?"

Uncle Mi is dressed in decrepit clothes, isn't he dressed as the boss of the ship? Ji Duoyou was even more confused, turned his head and asked, "Zimu, what are you doing with such a godly chatter?"

"Take you to meet an old friend, I won't sell you!" Zhao Bohu chuckled and punched him in the chest.

The black-sailed boat swung leisurely, and after a mile or two, it entered an open water. This is the pickaxe pond. This is an artificially dug lake between Hojing and Hoshui, which can be called a pearl outside the royal city. The living water in the pool flows, and the ocean is turquoise. In the summer, the weeping willows on the shore are lined up, and there are large stone pavilions facing the water and the wind from time to time, which is really much more refreshing than the mansions of the nobles who use the ice to cool the summer. Therefore, it is also the best place for the subjects of Hokyo to enjoy the cool in summer. For this reason, the west gate of Hokyung is closed two and a half hours later in the summer.

At this time, it was nightfall, and there was a high-masted white-sailed ship floating on the pickaxe pond, lit from beginning to end with eight wind lanterns, which was particularly conspicuous. As the black-sailed boat approached, the bow of the boat sounded three clear horns. The black-sailed boat quickly approached the tall ship.

A tall and slender figure stood at the bow of the ship and greeted the guests: "Distinguished guests are coming, and the four seas are united!"

"Fang Mu? It's you!" Ji Tayou blurted out.

Zhao Bohu frowned and was a little displeased: "Ziliang, Zi He Gongzi is much older than you, and you are a guest of the Song Kingdom, how can you be called so?" What a faux pas!"

"It's okay," Father He smiled and waved his hand, "I haven't heard anyone call me that for many years, and when I heard it at first glance, I just felt very cordial, and it didn't matter!" He turned and asked, "Come, please take a seat in the cabin."

At this moment, a full moon was firmly embedded in the night sky, and the bright light of the sky made the stars of the sky fade, and even the inky night sky made it tint a translucent gray, like a gel. Is there a bigger and rounder white jade plate in the world?

Of course, there was, and on the breezy and gently rippling water, there was another bright moon trembling softly, compared to its heavenly companions

, less flamboyant and more shy. Standing on the side of the boat and looking at it from afar, the shadows of the trees by the pool are swaying, the moon shadows are swaying, the fragrance of flowers is striking people, and the shirt is slightly cool, what a picture of the spring moon in the pickaxe pond!

"Something seems to be missing from such a beautiful view?" Zhao Bohu sighed lightly.

"Isn't that it?" Zifu Father He took out something from his sleeve and shook it, and Duoyou's eyes were sharp, and he immediately shouted: "Bone flute!"

Zhao Bohu also came with interest: "I heard that Brother He and his wife are proficient in the way of music and rhythm, and today is a beautiful day, and the tiger listens to Brother He Jiale!"

"That's it! Fang Mu, don't put up a fight, this is doing for me, you can't spoil the fun!" Ji Duoyou also kept urging.

Zifu Father He smiled slightly and gently put the mouth of the flute to his lips. The bone flute is made of animal bones, although it is not as low as the cave flute of later generations, but it is also unique to press and twist slowly. The night is getting deeper, the sky is like ink, and the music of the bone flute is accompanied by the low throat of the pond water, which sounds more and more heart-wrenching in this quiet night.

Zhao Bohu heard this, stood up and sang: "Let the boat go thousands of miles to Lingbo, and let Wu Shan take care of it." Yuntun Water Mansion, Tao Sui Goddess, Jiujiang East Note. The northerners are fluttering, the strong heart is biased, and the years are about to be twilight. Remembering the old hidden Artemisia, the nest is made up of old friends, and Nanke dreams are as promised."

Although the rich voice is not as light and moving as the women's songs, it is full of a sense of vicissitudes and depression. I don't know why, it is clear that the son and the father are blowing the bone flute, but in Ji Duoyou's ears, it is the sound of Xun from Jianghan and Hubei------ and suddenly, he seems to have returned to the moonlit night a few years ago, sitting around the bonfire and listening to the sound of the beautiful girl's crying and complaining------

"Ziliang, why are you stunned? Uncle Mi's food and drinks are ready, let's get started!"

I don't know how long I was stunned, and I was suddenly woken up by Zhao Bohu. When I opened my eyes, there was already a case of wine and food on the table that was still empty, which was really tempting. Duoyou shrugged his nose: "This smell is very special, it seems to be sweet and sour, and it has a strange meat aroma, which is unheard of!"

Zhao Bohu and Zifu's father He looked at each other and smiled: "The case is full of good products, Ziliang appreciates the old business soup alone, and he is a person who can eat."

"Old Shang Tang?" Duoyou glanced at Zifu's father, and thought, "Isn't this soup related to Yin Shang? Could it be that it was created by the Yin Shang court and then spread among the people?"

Father He Wan'er: "King Yin Xuan has nothing else to do, but to eat, the word color is talented, every day and every day is beautiful, every night is beautiful, once the country is destroyed, he left this wine soup, and the remnants of Yin Shang call it "Old Shang Soup"."

Duoyou joked to Zhao Bohu: "In this way, this is the soup of the dead country, you-" He called "you" in his mouth, but his finger pointed at Zhao Bohu: "Aren't you afraid of bad luck?"

Father He's face tightened, but Zhao Bohu laughed: "What are you afraid of! We're all bad luck." As he spoke, he opened the small copper tripod wrapped in silk cotton in the case: "Come, taste them all." This is what Brother Zi He personally cooks and stews, but it takes a lot of effort from the old nose."

Ji Duoyou saw the snow-white, turquoise and golden pool in Dingzhong, so he picked up the thin wooden long spoon, carefully slapped half a spoonful into his jade bowl, and took a bite into his throat, it was cold, sweet and sour and fat, and his stomach immediately gurgled loudly, and he couldn't help but praise: "What an old Shang Tang, it's really wonderful!"

After speaking, he snorted bowl after bowl, and in a moment, Yiding was empty.

"No, go up again!" Duoyou shouted as he stretched out his spoon to Uncle Mi.

Zhao Bohu couldn't stop laughing: "Ziliang, the old Shang Tang has three days to rule a tripod, and I'm afraid it's too late to do it now."

Ji Duoyou smacked his lips and asked, "Three days and one ding, is it so laborious?"

Father Ho folded his fingers and explained, "Listen. Rice polishing three he, taro one liter, dried red dates one he, bamboo shoots, six ducklings, Fengze elk eight taels, ginger ten taels, fresh onion ten taels, bitter wine five he, well salt one he, soy sauce five he, Huainan orange peel three leaves, so complete, first divided into vegetarian soup soup and broth soup, and then put together, simmer for six hours with Jiwen charcoal fire, and then enter the ice cellar for six hours to get a bucket of old soup. One bucket and two tripods, it's all here."

"Oh my mother, it's so troublesome, I get goosebumps when I hear it." Ji Tayou stuck out his tongue.

Zhao Bohu smiled loudly and walked over from the table

, took his small copper tripod over: "Come on, come on, I still have a little soup base left here, and leave it for you to drink."

Father He laughed and handed over his half-tripod soup. Ji Duoyou drank like a whirlwind and clouds, smacking the soup at the bottom of the bowl and suddenly came to his senses: "No, isn't this a sobering soup? I haven't drunk the wine yet, but you two filled my stomach with soup and taught me how to drink? Say, did you mean it?"

"What about deliberately?" It is rare for Zhao Bohu to smile so heartily: "You set off the day after tomorrow, and your stomach is churning after three days of drunkenness, so it's better not to drink."

"Zimu, you're slippery!" Although Ji Duoyou was moved in his heart, he didn't give an inch. I don't want to ask Father He, "What? Brother Ziliang, is he going to the Eighth Division of Chengzhou?"

"Yes, I'm going to leave eventually, it's better to leave early than late." Duoyou drank a jue of Lanling wine, and all kinds of flavors came to my heart for a while. If there is anything to be nostalgic about in the pickaxe capital, then there is no longer him except for Zhao Bohu, a close friend, and it is better to leave early than to stay and make trouble for him. The mountains are high and the waters are long, and there will eventually be a time to meet again.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Father He asked casually.

Duoyou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The king has even chosen a successor, and I have become a superfluous person, so why bother to stay and be an eyesore?"