Wei Ye set up a fish feast in front of General Fubo's temple, although it is the level of a rich family to do happy events, but this hand is not bad. Those who listened to the beat of the drum but couldn't catch it in time had to watch others eat the fragrant, oily fish pieces happily with multigrain steamed cakes.

There are those who are mean, and they have to add a sentence in their stomachs: "Eat, eat, eat, the fish bones can't kill you who have been hungry for half your life!"

Although the strange words couldn't come out, the sour water was already so hot that the mouth was almost unable to contain it, and the people were dangling in front of General Fubo's temple - even if they waited for the men to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, they would be more or less stained with oil and water!

The things mixed in behind this fish feast are not understood by the onlookers, the people who eat happily do not understand, and Tie Shan is also vaguely figured out a little bit. The person who really cares is sitting on the bed, lazily supporting his forehead, and whispering cold jokes to his own small oil bottle.

No matter what else, those who have a heart, seeing this scene, are afraid that they will have to make up a lot of new things in their brains, right?

"From their guesswork, if humans lose their associations, the world will definitely be a little worse. ”

"Uncle, even if you say so, you can't earn endorsement fees for soft advertising. ”

These traditional cold jokes of the old Wei family, the little mute standing on the side couldn't understand them, but listening to the conversation between the teacher and the senior sister, Lu Yan felt at ease in his heart.

Wei Ye said a cold joke in his mouth, but his eyes fell on the shallot-like vault of Xicheng.

I'm here waiting for you guys in the next round, this time, there must be some new tricks, right?

Opposite the shallot-like vault of the Great Worship Temple, it is facing the mansion of Ren Chonghao. Today, Ren Fushang has changed the unfortunate appearance of these days, and those white-shirted servants who wear hot filial piety and ghost-like black burqa women who seem to be doing funerals every day are actually bringing out a little vitality in their deaths.

This rare joy is nothing else, it is said that Ren Pengshi, who was poisoned by the assassins, was blessed by Ahura Mazda, and his injuries improved a lot. In the past two days, I have been able to speak.

Although his throat was too badly injured, his voice was similar to that of a duck's call, if he didn't listen attentively, he really couldn't hear Ren Chonghao's cry and still be regarded as human words. But Ren Pengshi, who can speak out, can't be regarded as dumb, maybe the errand can be saved, this is a major event related to whether the family will drink the northwest wind in the future, and everyone must celebrate it.

So of course, the old man of the Great Imar Iben, together with the female general Su Girl who gave up the elixir, were respectfully invited to the seat by the people of the Ren Mansion. In the future, if Ren Pengshi wants to negotiate with the Qiang and Han people on this territory, he will still have to rely on these few people.

For such a distinguished guest, what the Ren Mansion did not say, all the best Persian velvet blankets were taken out and spread from the door to the lobby - no matter how long it was, the Ren family's financial resources could not afford to spread it. The fat sheep in Hexi were slaughtered and roasted, and according to the old customs of Qianghu, they were put on the table with their heads and tails.

Although this roast lamb has charred skin and tender meat, the dishes placed around it are also delicacies of land and water. Naturally, the chefs used in the Ren Mansion are all really very halal, and they will definitely not break the rules of Zoroastrianism!

Although Ren Pengshi was still sick, he also sat up by himself, and regardless of the reason of the gentleman's cooking, he struggled to pick up a dagger and fulfill his responsibilities as a host.

Although Ren Chonghao has several broken fingers, only the index finger and thumb can still be used, but a small dagger can still be used in front of him. He trembled like an ant biting a leaf, slowly slicing the oily mutton into slices. Although this half-crippled facial features Peng had tried his best to make himself faster, when the meat slices were placed in the silver bowl, the mutton fat was condensed into pieces of milky white ointment, which made people unappetizing to look at.

But to be honest, this all-sheep banquet is completely opposite to Wei Ye's all-fish banquet. In the eyes of others, Wei Ye's whole fish banquet is a bit suspicious of buying good people's hearts, but Wei Ye's intention is honestly to invite people to eat this goal. However, in this banquet of Renfu, although the food is exquisite, the real intention is just to make a stand.

After cutting the mutton face meat and the sheep's tail oil, he respectfully presented it to the old man Iben, and Ren Chonghao, the host, sat down on the main seat, respectfully hugged his fists and said: "Great Imar, this dish made according to the halal method has a fragrance and looks clean." Ren Mou's eunuch bag is not abundant, and Blackwater City has been harassed by some villains these days, and there is no good production, so it can only be so slow for a while. But Big Imar is his own family, please be considerate!"

He spoke so slowly and hoarsely that he could barely reach his ears, but for a half-crippled man, he could speak at such a pace. The old man knew that he couldn't sweep Ren Chonghao's face too much at this time, so he reluctantly reached out and put a piece of mutton face meat into his mouth to chew, and nodded.

With the old man Ibn taking the lead, the Hu people who came down to the banquet glanced at each other, and reluctantly put the cold mutton into their mouths. This is not to give Ren Chonghao a face, he only knows how to kneel and lick the Zoroastrian religion, and he is not from the right path, but he is a subordinate official of Zhangye's private expedition, and he can't afford to be the person in charge of Zhangye's counties to support him!

Most of these scripture teachers were born in Qianghu, and half were Hu people from the Western Regions and even Persia, and in Zhangye County, they were all the leading figures in charge of several worship temples. At this time, they just didn't want to lose face with Big Imar.

The scribes, whose heads were wrapped in a cloth and wore a swathe, frowned and chewed on the mutton, and waited for the old man to speak. This time, the Zhangye County Zoroastrian people gathered in one place, and they all knew that something was wrong with the air, and they had to wait for the Great Imar to convey instructions.

However, the old man Ibn didn't care about this, and just glanced at the female warrior who was concentrating on dealing with the roast chicken on the other side: "Although Mr. Ren's injury is very improving, the injury on this finger is not very good, Miss Su, do you want to pay more attention to Ren Pengshi?"

The female warrior grabbed a chicken leg and bit down on a piece of meat, only then did she glance at Ren Chonghao, who had a careless face, shook her head and said, "The effect of the potion is only in the repair of muscle tissue damage. It was a broken bone on his hand, and my potion was useless, and to his extent, I thought that only black jade intermittent cream could be tried. ”

As she spoke, the female warrior waved her hand urgently: "Don't look at me, this black jade intermittent ointment is the unique secret medicine of the Western Regions Vajra Gate, and this Western Regions Vajra Gate is in a place where you will never find it." Wait for more than 900 years, and it will be time for this Vajra Gate to be born, and you can go and seek medicine. ”