Hey! Reserved food has grown legs!

No one told poor Shi Hu that he suddenly had a good half-brother.

Everyone was afraid that they would need to speak, so they all lowered their heads and drank the soup. The pot of soup was empty very quickly.

Li Shi Hu was about to say something, but the old emperor stood up from his chair: "Shi Hu, walk with me. I want to see your tribe."

Li Shi Hu immediately threw away what he wanted to say and said with full energy: "Yes!"

"Xu Yanmiao, you come too."

"Ah? Oh! Okay, Your Majesty."

Xu Yanmiao put down the soup bowl, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

At the same time, several ministers had eaten enough and followed with shameless faces.

After leaving the house, the old emperor pointed to a cliff not far away that seemed to have many white marks and asked, "What is this for?"

As he asked, he walked closer and saw that there were Chinese characters on the white marks, which were obviously carved with sharp stones.

Li Shihu's expression became complicated: "We are afraid that we can't go back and forget our characters, so we carved the characters on this stone wall."

The old emperor was stunned, his lips moved, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The line of characters on the stone wall closest to them was:

'Today I climbed the highest tree and couldn't see Chang'an.'

Li Shihu pointed at it and said, "This was written by a man named 'Six Sons' in the team. I scolded him severely at that time. If he falls down, he will die."

'Mom! I can cut vegetables now! '

Li Shihu pointed at it and said: "This was written by Yuan Gui, a small soldier who didn't even know how to make a fire."

'The iron sword is rusted. '

Li Shihu smiled slightly, but his smile was a little complicated: "This is Yingdi, he is my deputy general. The iron sword was issued by the court. Later, it was exposed to wind and rain, and it is difficult to maintain it in the mountains, so it rusted."

'General, I want to eat rice..."

Li Shihu pursed his lips and turned his head slightly: "Guojun was a young man from the south. He died a few years ago. Before he died, he held my hand and said that he wanted to eat rice. How could rice be grown in the mountains in the northeast? He never got to eat it after all."

Those traces of words are the spiritual pillar of those who left their hometowns. The cultural level of the soldiers is actually not high. Many people either can't even write or have incomplete writing. Li Shihu and other people in the army who can write taught them one by one, and slowly, let the Chinese characters take root in the mountains.

The old emperor stood in front of the stone wall. He was not drinking, but he was a little tipsy.

"Are there any graves?" The Minister of Revenue asked, "I want to offer them a glass of wine."

*

Home-brewed wine. After getting lost in the wild tribe in the mountains, a soldier provided his own wine recipe and brewing method.

"But I'm not particularly good at brewing wine. It took me many years to make it taste good from unpalatable." The soldier seemed to think of something and shuddered, "If my parents knew that I made the wine so unpalatable at the beginning and wasted the food, they would definitely beat me with a stick."

He said this with a smile.

The old emperor took the wine glass and poured a glass of wine in front of the grave in the corner of the tribe.

Then he turned around and promised these wild men and soldiers: "You will definitely get out. I am the Son of Heaven, and my words are as good as gold."

The whole valley was filled with joy. The wild men and soldiers hung many rabbits on bamboo poles with drums behind them. The rabbits kicked their hind legs in panic and kicked the drums.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of drums echoed in the valley. Wood and branches were thrown into the fire, crackling, and the flames suddenly rose. The wild men and soldiers gathered around the bonfire, shouting and hollering, as if they were celebrating.

There was a vent high up on the cliff, and the moonlight shone in obliquely. The shadows of the straw ropes and rabbits swayed on the cliff and on the smiling faces of the wild men and soldiers.

None of them asked the emperor and the ministers what proof they had to guarantee that they could get out. They just wanted to hold on to hope and be happy.

The iron pot was set high, the soup in the pot was boiling, the meat was floating, and the aroma was everywhere.

The celebratory dance was over, and the soup was cooked. Everyone had a bowl and it was quickly divided.

The old emperor praised, "The meat is very tender."

It's better than the chicken of the firewood.

Li Shihu said happily, "It's a blessing to please your majesty! This thing is hard to catch, it's very clever and slippery..."

The old emperor nodded, took another bite of meat in his mouth, and patted Li Shihu on the shoulder.

I can't tell you that there is a Bai Ze beast in power, but you wait, this mountain range will definitely get out, and the hometown will definitely be able to go back.

Speaking of Bai Ze...

The old emperor looked at Xu Yanmiao, who was drinking meat soup from a bowl, blinking his long eyelashes, looking particularly well-behaved.

The old emperor had some PTSD, and was relieved to see Xu Yanmiao drinking the soup seriously.

It seems that I can have a good dinner today.

[Wow! Commander Li's lost journey in the Western Regions is really interesting! ] The

old emperor nodded slightly.

Well, paying attention to the journey is also a good way to kill time.

It just so happens that he also heard...

[He also wants to cook people and eat them! ]

"?!"

The old emperor turned his head in an instant, almost twisting his neck, staring at the big iron pot that was set up and the boiling hot soup in the pot, his expression became very weird.

The chewed meat was in his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it.

Li Shihu didn't notice it, he was still very enthusiastic and said: "Moreover, it was just caught today, fresh! Killed on the spot! Your Majesty, don't worry, the blood is still there!"

He pointed his finger, and a piece of ground in the distance was indeed bloody.

The old emperor: "..."

His pupils trembled slightly, and the hand holding the chopsticks was shaking slightly.

Could... Could it be? !

Yongchang Hou "wow" and spit the meat into his sleeves. He moved very quickly so that no one could see, and then drank water cup by cup. He drank three cups of water before he calmed down, but he was still scared. He said to Li Shihu: "You... this... my... this meat..."

Li Shihu blinked in confusion: "What's wrong with this meat?"

He lowered his head and sniffed it, picked up a chopstick and took a bite, swallowed it and said: "It's good, cooked, and not tough when chewed."

[Ah? What's wrong with this mutton? ]

Xu Yanmiao chewed the meat, his face full of confusion.

The emperor and a group of officials: "..."

It's mutton, you don't--

oh, wait, they didn't say that the meat in the pot was human flesh, they were the ones who got excited.

The old emperor closed his eyes.

Calm down, calm down, take a deep breath, and take another deep breath.

Good! Calm down!

The old emperor opened his eyes and winked at Yongchang Hou.

Let’s quickly finish the topic of mutton and let Xu Yanmiao continue to pay attention to the lost journey in the Western Regions - the key point is, what’s the matter with “wanting to cook and eat people”!

Yongchang Hou understood, laughed twice, and forced an explanation: "The piece of meat I just ate felt particularly salty. Is it because the salt was added but not stirred here? I choked to death."

"So--"

Before he could finish his words, a black shadow suddenly drilled out from the side and hugged the emperor’s thigh: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Spare my life! " "

What the hell?!" The old emperor was startled and subconsciously pulled his feet, but he couldn’t pull them away no matter how hard he pulled. He looked closely: "Why are there foreigners here?!"

Or with yellow hair and green eyes?

Li Shihu quickly stood up and confessed his crime: "It was my fault that he disturbed the emperor. I deserve death!" Then he hurried to drag the man away.

The barbarian held the old emperor's thigh tightly, and his strength was so great that Li Shihu couldn't drag him away.

The man shouted in a stiff Chinese voice with a Western accent: "Your Majesty! I am willing to recognize the Great Zhou as my master! I am willing! I really am willing! I am the king of the Uighurs! Please! Give me a chance to recognize my master!"

- He also thought that it was still the Zhou Dynasty.

The old emperor did not refute him, but just looked at Li Shihu: "What's the matter?"

A look of struggle emerged on Li Shihu's face, and then he hung his head and sighed: "I originally wanted to present him as a gift to Your Majesty when you pass away. This man was disrespectful to the envoys and the Great Zhou, and was arrogant and rude. Not only was he unwilling to submit, he also wanted to detain us in the Uighurs. So I led the soldiers into the capital and kidnapped him."

However, the barbarian shouted in horror and continued to grab the old emperor's thigh tightly: "Liar! Devil! You devil!"

- Devil is a word that has existed in ancient times, whether it is the Buddhist "Speaking of the five directions to drive away the devil" or the Taoist "Binding the devil in the true text", it describes it as an evil ghost that harms people.

The people of the Central Plains spread these words through the Silk Road, and the barbarians also understood the meaning of the devil.

Li Shihu looked at him like this and blinked in confusion: "It's just that I locked you up today, there's no need..." Why such a big reaction?

He believed that he never abused prisoners. Even when the soldiers got lost, they tried their best to feed the king with food. In the past few decades in the barbarian tribe, he didn't usually tie him up, but just guarded him to prevent him from escaping.

It was only on the day when Your Majesty came that he locked him up for his selfish reasons.

Li Shihu didn't understand, and others didn't understand what the Uighur King was afraid of.

Xu Yanmiao glanced at Li Shihu twice, then looked at the Uighur King twice, turned his head back, and ate mutton. Under the mutton was a bowl of tightly packed wheat rice, and he ate several mouthfuls of it with the mutton.

[It seems that this man has completely forgotten the words he threatened the Uighur King when he was lost.]

The ruler and his ministers of Daxia were very curious.

What was the threat that could make a king so scared.

The old emperor lowered his head, and the Uighur King was hugging his thigh tightly, crying.

"..."

Is it that serious?

[But the Uighur King remembered it clearly. After all, whoever was threatened was the reserve grain. If he dared to run away, he would stew the reserve grain in advance - this kind of thing would be remembered very clearly.]

[Not to mention, in order to scare him, Commander Li would look at the fat on his body from time to time, and occasionally pat it, just like weighing pork in the vegetable market. 】

The old emperor: “…”

Ah… this… If that’s the case, then the reaction of the Uighur King is really quite serious.

The Uighur King couldn’t hear Xu Yanmiao’s inner voice. He thought of his miserable life as a captive and cried heartbreakingly. He also hiccuped: “Hiccup! And! They are lost and have no guide. I know the way! I really know the way - hiccup! Whenever I wanted to speak, I was scolded. Whenever I moved or struggled, I was beaten! Whenever I wanted to speak again, I was gagged!”

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Li Shihu touched his nose and lowered his head guiltily: “I thought he wanted to run away.”

The Uighur King sobbed twice and cried even louder.

"I watched them go the wrong way, and I couldn't say anything. My legs are almost broken. They abused the captives. And they said I was a fat king and they wanted to use me as reserve food!" The crying of the Uighur king was deafening.