After three rounds of drinking, more dishes were brought to the hall by the attendants.

"This dish is called 'Tiejia Sheep'." Tuhuan continued to say loudly: "According to legend, Emperor Timur fought with Mili Kuxin and suffered defeat. While fleeing, when everyone was hungry, they met a villager. Uncle Timur asked him if he had anything to eat, and the villagers drove out the best sheep in the village to entertain them. ”

"The village here has received the favor of the emperor's uncle, and life is very good, even the sheep are very fat. It also has big ears, which is different from ordinary sheep. Uncle Huang was afraid that the chasing soldiers would come, so he asked his subordinates to hurry up. They brought a large iron pot imported from the Ming Dynasty, so they hurriedly passed the meat slices through the water, and then hurriedly got out of the pot and fried them over high heat. ”

"Who knows, this mutton is surprisingly delicious. Therefore, the old emperor brought this dish to the court later, and we called it 'stir-fried Tijia sheep'. ”

This introduction is a bit long, and the Mamluks couldn't sit still, and urged one after another: "There are too many words in Taiji, don't introduce the background story." Serve the main dishes! ”

"Okay!" Tuhuan couldn't stand these hungry ghosts, so he had to beckon: "Serve the food, serve the guests!" ”

The servants were busy dividing the dishes on the spot with large shovels and handing them to the guests. The crowd couldn't wait to eat again.

"Why are these Mamluks in such a hurry?" Guo Kang couldn't laugh or cry.

"You didn't come the other day." Li Xuanying said: "These Mamluks have been very sad lately. They say that in the previous reign of Faraj, there was a series of famines and pestilences. The Bedouin tribes who entered Upper Egypt were also making trouble and cutting off taxes. ”

"And that Faraj, the idea is very peculiar." He pointed to his head: "Taxes have decreased, and the number of people and territories that can be taxed has also shrunk severely, but his idea is not to take the lead in saving money, but to raise taxes on all the people who remain." Even the Mamluk industry had to be squeezed again. The old lady left by his father thought that this was not good, so Faraj started a civil war and killed the old lady, and a large number of old officers who had served under his father also died. ”

In the end, even his own Praetorian Mamluks were poor and had no meat to eat. But their training standards are very high, and they are tired to death every day, and you can imagine the results. ”

"I see." Guo Kang nodded: "I thought it was just these people who were used to it." Looking at it this way, it is no wonder that they do not like this sultan. ”

"What can a thirteen-year-old do?" Li Xuanying shook his head: "And this kind of person has been used to being raised since he was a child, and it is normal for him to be short-tempered and not listen to persuasion." It's already very good to be able to win an infighting. ”

"There are also such people in the various regimes of the Heavenly Fang Sect, but not everyone has the level of Sanjar, and he can raise a large army at the age of eleven."

"And, I think it's a bit outrageous on their side." He drank a glass of wine and commented: "You see, Jahangir, the son of Timur's imperial uncle, also set out on his own at the age of 14. These people don't know why, children can go to war. Even young geniuses like Huo Quzhi and Tang Taizong, who have seen each other once in hundreds of years, have to be at least seventeen or eighteen years old in the first battle, right? ”

Guo Kang thought about it, and it seemed to be the same. But he couldn't figure out why.

Fortunately, Li Xuanying mentioned it casually, and soon turned around and went to drink.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was very good, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. In the end, Tuohuan himself was drunk, and he and the emir could persuade each other to drink.

A few Mamluks left their seats and drove away the Greek musicians who had been playing in the hall, where they sang and danced themselves. The others also heckled along with them, singing songs that were out of tune.

On the other side, Zhu Wenkui blushed, stood up straight, and danced loudly to little Jeanne. Jeanne couldn't stand him anymore and went under the table. Zhu Wenkui looked for her suspiciously for a while, then turned his head to give a speech to Princess Jeanne, only to be pressed back into his seat.

Even the Daoyan monk next to him held a wine glass and took a few sips with a smile, looking happy. Then, instead of making trouble with the crowd, he pondered while looking at the wine vessels and plates, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Persian maids from before came in again and began to hook up with the most noisy guests one-on-one, skillfully luring them back and accompanying them to dinner.

Guo Kang actually couldn't tell if this was part of the maid's job, or simply to prevent them from sabotaging - if these people continue to make trouble, sooner or later they will lift the banquet, it is better to let them lie in the maid's arms honestly and drink until they fall asleep. Sure enough, the Mamluks were much quieter, and they only cared about drinking while rubbing oil.

On Guo Kang's side, someone jumped over just now and almost kicked his table. Seeing this, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't take the initiative to drink so far, he was a little dizzy because of the back and forth persuasion of drinking, and he didn't want to mix it with other things.

At this moment, a handmaiden, also veiled, but a little petite and noticeably younger, entered the banquet hall and approached him.

"I don't need it here. Let's go over there. Guo Kang pointed to Zhu Wenkui, who was still switching the target of the speech, but was knocked back by the monk Daoyan with a cane: "It's like Nikita - oh, I mean, the one who always wants to speak." ”

Who knows, the maid didn't listen to him at all, walked quickly to the side, sat down by herself, and hugged Guo Kang and didn't let go.

“？？？”

Guo Kang didn't react for a while, but after a closer look, isn't this Meltem?

Before he could figure out how Meltem had slipped in, he felt an unkind gaze come from the main seat. Looking back, Theodora was staring at her, visibly unhappy.

However, Meltem completely ignored it and didn't even pretend. She picked up the snacks on the table: "Brother, I'll feed you." ”

"I'm too full to eat." Guo Kang hurriedly said.

"No way!" Meltem flatly refused: "The Greek cow is watching us, my brother must eat it for her!" ”

As she spoke, she began to try to forcibly feed Guo Kang.

Theodora obviously couldn't sit still, and began to drag the dehuan next to him, pointing at Meltem, as if he wanted him to blow the "maid" away. However, the drunken ones couldn't stand up straight, and just giggled there, not answering anything.

Deodora, helpless, threw him back on the table and got up and walked over himself. However, passing by Li Xuanying's seat, he stopped him.

"Sister Niu, look, look." Li Xuanying happily pointed at Dehuan: "That Dehuan is inferior, I can't hold it with just a few glasses of wine......"

He himself was drunk and dizzy, and he didn't forget to despise Tuohuan once. Theodora had no choice but to put him back in his seat and go to Guo Kang alone.

(End of chapter)