Qi Chang also shouted hello.

He remembered that Mo Lingfeng didn't like archery, and when he taught the three of them archery in Kuanzhou and Yinbei, Mo Lingfeng often sat aside and ate snacks.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, Mo Lingfeng has already practiced archery.

Just as he was thinking nonsense, Mo Lingfeng suddenly turned his head, looked at Qi Chang outside the crowd, raised his hand and threw the longbow to Xiao Dou, and walked over.

The female soldiers parted ways, and Mo Lingfeng took off the chisel on her thumb and stuffed it into the one who followed—she glanced sideways and found that it was not Nomad Muqing who was following her, but two tall maids.

As for Nomad Qing, it was inconvenient to show his extraordinaryness, and he followed behind with two short legs.

Mo Lingfeng handed the chime to the maid who followed: "The meal is placed in the flower hall outside the study."

She walked towards Qi Chang for a long time, her eyes were merciless, looking at him.

"Aunt ......" Qi Chang was stunned by Mo Lingfeng's gaze from the bottom of his heart, and changed his words in a panic, "General Mo."

From the moment he met Mo Lingfeng, he was afraid of her eyes, as if she could see through people's hearts from the details, and nothing could escape her eyes.

He suddenly felt that his clothes were too new and not comfortable enough to make him uncomfortable, and his hands were about to move, and he wanted to pull the sleeves and pull the placket—but the silver ticket in the sleeves was angular and angular, and he was afraid of revealing the clues.

Holding back his hands, his gaze quietly turned on Mo Lingfeng's body, only to feel that Mo Lingfeng was as thin and straight as a sword, and the light on the gold collar became sharp, and his eyes flashed like pig iron.

Mo Lingfeng strode forward: "Let's go, go to the flower hall, it's messy here."

Qi Chang's eyes were confused, like a duck with his neck lifted, and he followed silently.

The study flower hall is wide and quiet, and the bustle of the back garden comes in from afar, sharp and thin, light and trembling, and finally scattered in all corners, the sound of flowing water sounded one after another, it was Mo Lingfeng who went to the rear to clean his hands and wipe his face.

The louder the sound outside the flower hall, the more it seems that there is a dead silence in the flower hall, and there are many people below, under the corridor, outside the door, outside the window, inside the door, at the table, at the side of the desk, everywhere, all with their heads held high, standing like the master, not squinting, making people uncomfortable.

Mo Lingfeng came out with his clean hands, and the attitude of the subordinates also changed, although his head was still high, but the momentum dissipated.

Qi Chang breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, the horror gradually dissipated, and he hurriedly stood up and stepped forward to pull a chair for Mo Lingfeng, but Mo Lingfeng stopped his hand and asked his subordinates to pull the chair away.

She asked someone to set up the table: "I specially invite you to eat Kuanzhou cuisine, you don't have to be polite, sit."

Qi Chang was still standing, and when he saw that the next person had put on the wine cup and pot first, he stepped forward, held the pot for Mo Lingfeng, poured a full glass of fruit wine, and then sat down across Mo Lingfeng's two seats.

Early this morning, he was light and fluttering, and his whole person was scattered and shapeless, and after making people ridicule, he landed on both feet, and when he entered the general's mansion, he became more and more arrogant.

Taking a deep breath at the sweet fruit wine, he chewed on the word "please" that Mo Lingfeng said, and his heart was warm - the person who was most qualified to mention his kindness and the past of the master and servant said to invite him to dinner.

The dishes came up one by one, all of them were Kuanzhou home-cooked dishes, a mutton soup, a donkey sausage, a pressed meat, a roasted tofu, a basket of sugar stalks, two bowls of steaming mutton soup buckwheat noodles, and then a small dish of black bean sauce, vinegar garlic, and fish with noodles.

These bowls and plates don't look expensive, but they are the taste they are used to eating in Kuanzhou.

Mo Leaf ate the sugar slot first, the rock sugar in the slot was not completely dissolved in the oil pot, and there were very small particles for her to bite and taste.

After eating one, she put down her chopsticks, licked her lips slightly, and nodded, "Not bad."

Qi Chang grabbed the chopsticks, ate carefully, chewed silently, when Mo Lingfeng spoke, he trembled and grabbed the tofu, the juice of the tofu was dripping, and the half of it was cut off in the bowl, he was greatly embarrassed, hurriedly clamped it again, and nodded while reaching over to catch the bowl: "It's the same as the taste of Kuanzhou."

Mo Lingfeng picked up a small bite of noodles and put it in his mouth to eat: "How is the food in your Hanlin Academy?"

She pushed the tempeh dish in front of Qi Chang, so that Qi Chang would not dare to reach out because it was too far away.

Qi Chang's nervousness was relieved, and he poured some tempeh into the noodle bowl, and he replied, "It's okay, it's just that there aren't many people who eat it, if you say it's delicious, they will laugh at it, and then Brother Wu has been eating, so no one said it."

"He who has endured hardship will eat anything sweet."

"Yes, it's a pity that the chef doesn't know how to cook Kuanzhou cuisine, and it's all like that."

Mo Lingfeng took a bite of tofu: "Now that it's cold, do you have a stove in the Hanlin Courtyard?"

"It's rising, and the charcoal is enough, but there is no ice in summer, only in the Forbidden Palace."

After finishing speaking, Qi Chang had the courage to eat a sugar horn, and took a bite of it crispy and sound, moist and sweet, and the taste of sand sugar and rock sugar poured into his mouth at once.

After eating one, he quietly licked the sweetness left between his lips and teeth with his tongue and took a sip of fruit wine.

It's so sweet.

Mo Lingfeng waited for him to finish eating, and asked, "You are a waiter, have you ever been to the sutra feast this month?"

The fruit wine is also sweet, Qi Chang was dizzy with sweetness, and he ate two tempeh to slow down: "No, Your Majesty values the inner court sutra feast, and will play things at the sutra feast, and the two sutra feasts this month are all led by Brother Wu to colleagues above the classics."

When he saw Mo Lingfeng asking more about the affairs of the Hanlin Academy, he couldn't help but be surprised, and he didn't know what Mo Lingfeng wanted to hear.

Lowering his head and taking a bite of buckwheat noodles, he didn't know what to say and what he couldn't say for a while.

The court has always been treacherous, the higher you stand, the more fierce the struggle will be, and if you say a wrong word or write a wrong word, you will become the opponent's handle.

He moved his ass uneasily, waiting for Mo Lingfeng to ask deeper and deeper, but Mo Lingfeng seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, so he didn't ask anything.

The flower hall fell silent, he was embarrassed to eat, fidgeting, and searched his stomach to find a conversation: "This house is big, and it is not easy to live in Kyoto, I rented a house in the middle of nowhere, and I actually asked for a consistent amount of money for a month."

Mo Lingfeng drank a glass of fruit wine, nodded and said, "Kyoto is a heavy city, and the price of land is the same as gold, and the tabloids often see that His Majesty has given important ministers a mansion."

Qi Chang saw that she didn't chase after the Hanlin Academy, secretly rejoiced, and took out what he had seen and heard in Kyoto to say a few words, said that his mouth was dry, and he drank two glasses of fruit wine, and waited until he had eaten half of the country in front of him, and then he realized that the time had passed.

Outside, the drizzle was like a gossamer, drifting where there were lights, and he hurriedly got up to take his leave.

Mo Lingfeng didn't leave him, a subordinate sent him out of the middle door, and just gave him the umbrella, and Nomad Qing suddenly chased him out.

"Waiter Qi said," Nomad Qing didn't have an umbrella, ran to the door, reached out and patted the water droplets condensed on his clothes, took out an old silver ticket from his sleeve, and stuffed it to Qi Chang, "The general asked me to send it."

Qi Chang looked down and saw that the silver tickets were half rolled and half Shu in the palm of his hand, I am afraid that there were more than a dozen, and each chapter was one hundred taels.

The two silver tickets in the sleeves that came from the wrong way suddenly became hot and scorching.