At this point, the noodles are cooked.

Meng Li picked a bowl with chopsticks, mixed it with soup, and garnished it with shallots and fragrant leaves.

"Come, which of you eats first!"

Meng Li handed the noodle soup out, and everyone looked at each other, as if they had discussed it, and no one took it.

Meng Li, who was about to slap his face, was a little unable to stand when he saw this scene.

"Hey, you're going a little too far. ”

"I don't know if this bowl of noodles can be tasted next!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from outside the hospital.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked outside the courtyard, and saw a man in white, accompanied by a white-haired old man, slowly walking in from the front hall.

The man in white clasped his hands into fists and said with a smile: "I passed by in front of the door just now, and I smelled the strong aroma in the courtyard, so I came uninvited." If there is any disturbance, I hope you will bear with me. ”

The young man in white, with a good demeanor, is polite in every word and deed, especially the sincerity from the bottom of his heart, which soon aroused the favor of others.

"Brother Tai is polite, please take care of this bowl of fish noodle soup. ”

Meng Li took a pair of chopsticks and put them on the bowl, and while handing over the hot noodles with both hands, he secretly looked at the uninvited young man in white.

The young man in white was slightly older than him, and judging from his appearance, he should be two or three years older than him.

The white clothes are better than the snow, the skin is also better than the snow, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the eyes are deep, and the sweet smile reveals a trace of melancholy.

The sword in his hand, two fingers wide, with a sterling silver scabbard, there is no embellishment on it.

His sword, as if it had been integrated with his people, even when eating noodles, did not put down the sword, during the period, the white-haired old man saw that he was inconvenient to eat noodles, and deliberately stepped forward to hold the bowl with both hands, but was persuaded by the young man to shake his head and retreat.

The young man holds a sword in one hand, holds the bowl with his forearm and chest, and holds chopsticks in the other hand to eat noodles.

His movements are very light, picking up the noodles with chopsticks and putting them in his mouth one by one.

He just ate one after another, without pausing or speaking, and after eating the noodles, he drank the soup in the bowl again, and there was not a drop left.

"Thank you for your hospitality!"

After eating the noodles, the white-clothed young man handed the empty bowl to Meng Li.

Seeing his calm expression, everyone showed curiosity.

What does it smell like?

Bu Yu looked at the brown noodle bowl that was not left, and suddenly regretted it.

I knew I wouldn't have pretended to be reserved just now!

Meng Li took the empty bowl and asked with a smile: "This bowl of fish noodle soup, brother Tai is still satisfied?"

The young man in white said lightly: "Very good!"

When the white-haired old man heard this, he immediately stepped forward, took out a hundred taels of silver coin printed with the words Datong Bank, handed it to Meng Li, and said, "This is the face money of my master, please accept it." ”

Chase money bank through the north and south!

As a bank that straddles two countries and has stations in important cities in both countries, it is also recognized as the first money bank in the world, and the silver ticket issued by this money bank can be used not only in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but also in the North Liang.

Unlike some money banks, the silver coins issued can only be circulated in the territory of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Because of the transcendent status of the Chase Bank, it usually only cooperates with famous families, so it is said that in this water city, only the seven first-class families can deposit silver in the bank.

This white-haired old servant casually took out a Chase silver ticket, and his identity must not be simple.

Meng Li didn't care about this, but looked at the other party and frowned.

The old gentleman's voice was sharp, as if he was deliberately suppressed, like a choking iron sword being slashed by his fingernails, which made him very uncomfortable.

When Liu Fengliu saw this scene, he suddenly sneered and said, "Yohe, who is this looking down on?

Liu Dashao, who is young and has a lot of money, may be used to smashing people with money, and the most unsightly thing is to be smashed with money!

The white-haired old man said expressionlessly: "Since my master thinks it's good, this bowl of noodles is worth the price." ”

Listen to this is still human talk!

A bowl of noodles for one hundred taels of silver, you really dare to say it!

Hu Bugui said thoughtfully: "As far as I know, our Nantang Dynasty is recognized as the first in the world is the most authentic splendid noodles in Zhongzhou City, I don't know if the son can taste it." ”

The young man in white said: "A bowl of ten taels of silver in Zhongshan Restaurant's splendid noodles, I have eaten it a few times, and it is worth the money." ”

Bu Yu seemed to understand something, and couldn't wait to say, "How is this bowl of noodles you just ate compared to that splendid noodles?"

The young man in white looked at Meng Li and said with a smile: "This son's fish noodle soup is smooth and thick, and it brings the unique fresh characters of fish noodle soup to the extreme. In my opinion, it is ten times better than the splendid noodles. ”

Bu Yu couldn't believe it: "This bowl of noodles is really worth a hundred taels of silver?"

The young man in white didn't answer her question, but looked at Meng Li and said with emotion: "Fish soup noodles are a very ordinary kind of noodles, but you have added something to it to sublimate this bowl of noodles to a new height, if I am not mistaken, it should be the skin of the barley fruit." ”

Meng Li was surprised: "I mixed the husk of the barley fruit into the flour to improve the taste, I didn't expect it to be guessed by you!"

The young man in white smiled faintly: "Mixing grain husk in flour is a common practice in Beiliang, and Gongzi has been to Beiliang?"

There are many mountains in the north, cultivated fields are scarce, and grain is very tight, and the common people living in Beiliang can rarely eat fine grains.

In the earliest days, mixed with grain husk was also a measure of last resort.

Meng Li shook his head and said, "I haven't been to Beiliang, but my parents have been, and this fish noodle soup was improved by my mother." ”

The young man in white said secretly, turned his head to the white-haired old man and said: "Old Qu, the feelings that this son has integrated into the noodle soup are not something that money can measure, put away the silver ticket, don't defile him." ”

The white-haired old man put away the silver ticket and didn't say a word.

The young man in white sighed with emotion: "Childe's fish noodle soup reminds me of some memories when I was a child, if only I could eat it often." ”

Meng Li smiled: "What's so difficult about this, I will open a noodle restaurant again in two days, if you want to eat, you can come over at any time." ”

The young man in white smiled slightly and said, "Okay, in two days, Yi will definitely come now." ”

Come out of the house. The white-haired old man followed the young man step by step, feeling the young man's faster and faster steps, and a smile appeared on the old man's face.

"The prince seems to be in a good mood!"

Hearing the old man's name, the young man in white, who was young but already a prince, straightened his face and said angrily: "Manager Qu, how many times have I told you, don't call me that way outside." I am now Yi Gongzi. ”

"Yes, Yi Gongzi. ”

Yi is the emperor's surname, and the Southern Tang Kingdom is the world of the old Yi family. At this time, the white-clothed young man walking on the noisy streets of Jieshui City is actually the only remaining son of the current emperor Emperor Zhiwen.

Emperor Wen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Wen Taowu Luo, was the first emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty and was known as the people of the Holy King.

Although Emperor Zhiwen is the king of a country, he has only one wife in his life, that is, the long-deceased Empress Anyang.

Empress Anyang gave birth to two princes for Emperor Zhiwen in her lifetime.

The eldest prince Yi Wusheng, fourteen years ago, after the armistice between the two countries, died in Hongtupi outside the border because of an ambush for unknown reasons, and his bones did not survive.

The rest is these two princes, Yi Wuxin.

Yi Wuxin, as his name suggests, doesn't care about anything, including the throne, even if his father, Emperor Zhiwen, has gradually begun to retreat into the background due to physical reasons in the past two years, all the big and small things in the country are still pushed to his imperial brother's fourteen-year-old widow. Only for the way of the sword, a deep love.

The young man in white smiled: "But that bowl of noodles reminds me of a few snacks that my mother made when I was a child." ”

The white-haired old man who was called Mr. Qu by Yi Wuxin looked sinking, revealing a touch of sorrow.

Yi Wuxin's mother is Queen Anyang, who was once the mother of a country.

Empress Anyang was born in the Northern Liang and was rescued by His Majesty, so she came to the Southern Tang Dynasty and became the mother of a country in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The emotional story of Empress Anyang and Emperor Zhiwen is singable and crying, and there are many setbacks.

When Queen Anyang gave birth to Yi Wuxin, she had fetal gas, although she was rescued by a famous doctor and saved her life, but this body was not as good as before. Fourteen years ago, after hearing the loss of his beloved son, he couldn't afford to fall ill, and died within a few years. And this has also become the fuse for Emperor Zhiwen's health to get worse and worse over the years.

Because she was a nobleman of the Northern Liang Dynasty, Queen Anyang, who grew up in the Northern Liang Dynasty, liked to add chaff flour from barley fruit to pasta.

I think it was the bowl of fish noodle soup that aroused the prince's longing for the queen.

After all, it's a mother-son connection!

"If Childe likes it, he will come a few more times in the future!"

Yi Wuxin was noncommittal, pointed to the cloth bag on the old man's waist, and said with a smile: "Let's send these ten martial arts orders to Jianjing Mansion first!"

Yi Wuxingui is the prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and instead of sitting in Zhongzhou, he came to Jieshui City, which naturally has a certain reason.

This time, the Jieshui City is about to pass on the martial arts, and the imperial court issued ten orders to pass on the martial arts, and Yi Wuxin came for this.

Of course, for such a trivial matter as sending the military order, he didn't need to go out in person, and the reason why he came here was more to stay away from the place of right and wrong in Zhongzhou.

Born in the emperor's family, who doesn't love power?

It's easy to be unintentional and a freak.

Don't love imperial power, only love swords, those troubles in the palace, you can hide as far as you can. I really can't push it off, so I just come out of sight.

Emperor Zhiwen also understands his character that he can't support, and has given up his plan to succeed to the throne a few years ago, but instead accompanies Yi Wusheng's widowed son, it turns out that the younger little emperor grandson, but more qualified to become the king of a country, after several years of painstaking cultivation by Emperor Zhiwen, whether it is strategy or courage, it is about to come out of the blue.

At this moment, a purple falcon hovered above Jieshui City and landed on the shoulder of the white-haired old man.

The old man looked at this purple feather stone eagle, which was known as the national beast of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and his expression changed, and when he saw the news from the purple eagle, his expression changed greatly.

Now over seventy, Gonggong Qu, who is already full of white hair, said in a deep voice after handing the letter paper in his hand to Yi Wuxin: "We, the future prince, have already begun to do something to Shangshu Province. ”

After Yi Wuxin saw this letter paper that could change the pattern of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he crumpled the letter paper into a ball with an expressionless face and threw it on the side of the street.

"The sixth department of Shangshu should have been rectified a long time ago. However, my little emperor's nephew, the most moving is actually Zhongshu Province, but the power of Zhongshu Province is intertwined, and there is the power of Chen Tongpu, the left minister, who is monstrous, even my father has no choice. Naturally, he couldn't. ”

Manager Qu twisted his white hair and hesitated: "But there are many people in these six parts who want to be the prince, will he ...... if he does this?"