Chapter 661 Already Famous
Chapter 661 Already Famous
The imperial city stretches out and stands tall, shrouded in moonlight, hazy like a silver tiger lying dormant on the earth.
dong dong dong.
The hinges swung and the door opened.
The world is vast and the view is overwhelming.
Eunuch Li stepped back three steps, threw away his whisk, and bowed to lead the way.
"Master Liang, please."
The dark doorway has no end in sight, resembling the mouth of a tiger.
Liang Qu was shocked and was about to step in when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Eunuch Li and Lan Jicai moving towards the small door next to them.
"Mr. Lan, Eunuch Li, are you two not coming in?"
Eunuch Li stopped and looked back.
"Sir Liang, there are five gates in the Meridian Gate. You went through the main gate, so we can't go in.
There are only four kinds of people in the world who can enter the main gate of the Meridian Gate. The first is the Holy Emperor; the second is the Holy Empress during a wedding celebration; and the third is the top three in the imperial examination and the military examination during the ceremony of announcing the names of the successful candidates.
In addition, all princes and nobles enter and exit the palace from the west gate; civil and military officials above the third rank enter and exit from the east gate; those below the third rank enter and exit from the left and right side gates.
"I am not among the top three in the imperial examination or the martial arts examination!"
Liang Qu was alert.
I have heard the story of Leopard Head Lin Chong who mistakenly entered the White Tiger Hall with a knife since I was a child. We can't lose our heads in a muddle!
"So you belong to the fourth type. In the past, the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint and Grandmaster Bai also passed through this door." Eunuch Li pointed upwards calmly, "Don't worry, Lord Liang. The Holy Emperor has specially ordered you to go in. Otherwise, the soldiers will not dare to open the door for you without reason."
Liang Qu looked up.
The soldiers on both sides of the tower were solemn, wearing tiger armor on their shoulders. They were all powerful and had the ability to hunt tigers!
Hunting tigers to watch the gate...
It really feels like ascending to heaven to become a soldier.
Fortunately, I was ranked first.
Liang Qu stepped into the door.
Countless people watched this scene, were shocked, and ran frantically to report to their masters.
If it was just a guess before, it was confirmed tonight after entering the main gate of the Meridian Gate!
Incredible.
Hunting tigers in the smoke of war, a new record!
The world may have another extraordinary person!
……
Eunuch Li and Lan Jicai passed through the Ye Gate, quickly met up, and led Liang Qu to continue forward.
Move your steps and glance around.
This is my first time entering the palace, and it would be a lie to say I’m not curious.
However, he didn't want to be rude and look too much, so Liang Qu moved his eyes and observed silently with his peripheral vision.
Big!
Very big!
It is so magnificent and unique that it is beyond recognition.
The palaces, gates, and buildings are often tens of feet high, and the overhanging eaves are high enough to block out the moonlight.
The candlelight flickers red, and layer upon layer of splendor unfolds, just like thousands of golden flowers blooming layer by layer.
It’s really magnificent.
The second is warmth.
Outside the imperial city, the wind was biting cold, the river was frozen, and icicles hung from the eaves of every household. But inside the imperial city, it was no different from spring. The air in the city was not as dry as outside, but rather moist and filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Comfortable.
Liang Qu took a deep breath, feeling refreshed, and at the same time he used his mind to suppress Ze Ding to avoid accidentally taking any treasure.
I don't know how many maze-like paths I passed through, and how many high and low gates I passed through, whose names I couldn't remember.
Until they arrived at the entrance of a certain garden, an older eunuch led several younger eunuchs to stand in line.
Eunuch Li greeted: "Grand Steward."
"Mr. Lan, have you figured it out?"
"I am loyal to the emperor and I eat his salary. If you don't understand that I have been doing you a disservice to my fortune-telling for half my life, how dare you sit on the altar?"
Lan Jicai presented a thick stack of documents.
There were greetings from officials at all levels in Pingyang Prefecture, as well as a summary of recent developments. Of course, the most important thing was Liang Qu's household registration information, date of birth, and a shiny yellow talisman with his birth date and eight characters written on it.
The documents are transferred to the park.
A few moments.
The young eunuch went out and whispered.
The steward stepped aside to make way: "Master Liang, please."
Step onto the fragrant lawn.
Liang Qu thought he would see a long rectangular table filled with all kinds of delicacies, everything...
The tips of the grass swayed slightly.
The copper stove was bubbling and boiling, the spicy red oil was rolling, and the young eunuch used a fire hook to poke the charcoal fire, and thin sparks floated up.
There was a hot pot on the square table! There was only one person sitting in the small garden, putting food into the pot.
Wang Zhi was over forty years old. He wore a green robe with a wide belt, a long feather-woven coat on the outside, and a Tianhuang stone pendant around his waist.
There is no doubt that the person in front of him is the one who is in charge of the entire Dashun and has the highest power!
"Your Majesty, Lord Liang and Mr. Lan are here."
"His Majesty."
Mr. Lan bowed.
Liang Qu followed closely: "Your Majesty."
"It's a private dinner, no need to be so formal." The Holy Emperor waved his sleeves, "I have been waiting for you for two hours, and I am already hungry. Come, please take a seat."
The butler brought in a chair.
Two pictures are arranged on the left and right.
Liang Qu was feeling nervous and was hesitating which table to go to when Lan Jicai had already sat down opposite him, using his chopsticks to scoop up the meat and dip it in the sauce.
"Lan Qing is still the same as always. His character remains unchanged."
"Your Majesty, what you said is true. You asked me to come here just to set an example for this kid? Otherwise, how can I get my turn to eat at the table without any reason? This is a difficult task. I must hurry and eat it back."
The Holy Emperor smiled and looked at Liang Qu: "See, you are the same as Lan Qing. Don't say you didn't eat enough when you went to the palace for the banquet."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
With Lan Jicai in front of him, Liang Qu felt less stressed and more expectant. He sat respectfully on the left and followed Mr. Lan in picking up the goods with chopsticks.
He sat on the altar for several days without drinking a drop of water and was really hungry.
Pick out a piece of fish that is curled up from the heat.
[Water Essence +107]
Ok?
His eyes lit up and he picked up two pieces of food with chopsticks.
"Does Liang Qingjia look familiar with the copper pot on the table?"
Liang Qu withdrew his gaze from the fish fillet and did not wait for the answer.
The Holy Emperor lifted the plate and picked up the entire plate of mutton with his own hands.
"Two years ago, the third son of the Marquis of Ji'an spent five thousand taels of silver to buy a soup base recipe and sent it to the capital. It was not called shabu-shabu, but hot pot. It was not served in Jinxiu Garden, but he opened several restaurants based on it.
The business was booming and the place was packed with people. But within two days of making any money, the neighboring An Taihou learned how to cook the food and even improved it, making the food taste better than before. He then took away most of the business.
Since then, a spicy whirlwind has swept through the entire capital city. A small number of the original antique soup shops have been converted into hot pot shops, each with its own unique flavors. When the weather gets cold, the entire capital city is filled with the aroma of spicy ingredients.
Marquis Ji'an was not convinced and ran into the palace to ask me to seek justice, saying it was plagiarism. I ignored him, but I was really curious about what kind of delicacy could make people linger so much. "
Marquis of Ji'an.
Xiang Fangsu’s father.
The catering business is indeed not easy to do.
Liang Qu smacked his lips, and when he saw the Holy Emperor pause, he immediately asked, "Your Majesty, what do you think of hot pot?"
"generally."
"Well……"
How come the topic has died out?
"At first I couldn't get used to this stimulating and spicy taste. I thought it was indecent. I would sweat on my forehead while eating. But the queen loved it. When it was cold, she would always set up a small pot. Slowly, I got used to it and appreciated its beauty."
"What's the benefit?"
Lan Jicai is the supporting actor.
“As long as you like, you can come in and have them boiled, blanched, or cooked, no matter what delicacies you like, from land and sea to seedlings and flowers.
You carry my scent, and I carry your flavor, as if it were a natural combination, yet each has its own characteristics and clear boundaries.
Especially the liveliness of a family sitting together, eating a few bites, sweating, taking off clothes, without the restraints of etiquette, opening their hearts.
I think that there is no food in the world that can stimulate people to talk about sex more than sharing a hot pot."
Lan Jicai didn't like what he heard.
Isn't it just a hot pot after all? Is it worth it for the Holy Emperor to say so much?
He thought about it and looked up in surprise.
“Did you invent the hot pot?”
"A good cook cannot cook without rice. Without your majesty's expeditions to the north and east, and the introduction of many exotic spices, I would not have been able to create delicious food."
"Hahaha!" The Holy Emperor laughed, calmly and happily, "Pinyin, hot pot, anchor, Jiaoxiao... Liang Qing's family is in Pingyang, and the commotion they made has actually reached the capital and entered the palace a long time ago."
"Jiao Xiao? What Jiao Xiao?"
Lan Jicai was puzzled. He knew the first three things, but what was the relationship between Jiao Xiao and Liang Qu?
The Holy Emperor said nothing.
The steward waved.
The maids held trays in their hands and lined up in a long queue, entering the garden one by one.
All the skirts with overlapping edges were slit to the knee. The hems of the skirts swayed as she walked, revealing the silky, shiny and slippery silk.
Lan Jicai took a glance and almost choked on his meat.
Liang Qu was enjoying his meal, but was embarrassed by this.
(End of this chapter)