Chapter 35: Exploding Horse (Catching Bugs) Feng Shuo said: You, are, Jiang, Yan...

Jiang Yanyi was a little panicked now. Maybe the young couple just had a quarrel, and Feng Shuo turned around and looked for her just to irritate the girl he liked.

To be liked by a nobleman like him, she must be a girl from a noble family who is outstanding in everything, right?

Wouldn't she be regarded as a vicious female supporting role who took advantage of the situation? If she was hated by her, she would definitely be in big trouble!

Jiang Yanyi was overwhelmed in an instant. She felt that she needed to explain it clearly to Feng Shuo, otherwise she would not be able to run away with the house at night.

Jiang Yanyi walked to the door of the store and found that Feng Shuo was no longer on the long street. Thinking of what he said before he left that he would be back soon, Jiang Yanyi put the matter aside for the time being, put away the dishes, and went back to the backyard to continue processing her pot of garlic.

She peeled off two layers of the purple garlic skin and soaked the whole thing in clean water for nearly a day. The spiciness of the garlic had been reduced a lot.

She picked up the garlic and placed it on a dustpan to dry it.

It will be jarred and filled with salt water later.

The garlic will be marinated for three days to basically remove the spiciness, and then it will have to be jarred again and candied. If you want to make delicious pickled garlic, the last step of sugaring is the key. The more traditional method is to use brown sugar, but Jiang Yanyi thinks that the color of pickled garlic with brown sugar is too dark and not as good-looking as that of pickled garlic with white sugar.

She bought a lot of dried osmanthus flowers before, and she also thought about adding some osmanthus flowers when pickling, so that the pickled garlic can have a faint osmanthus fragrance.

She was beating the drum in the yard, and someone outside the store shouted: "Is the shopkeeper here? The bowls and utensils you ordered in the porcelain kiln are delivered to you!"

Jiang Yanyi quickly called Qiu Kui, who was chopping wood on the side: "Let's go and get the bowls."

If a hot pot restaurant wants to make its own characteristics, taste is definitely the top priority, but creating a set of bowls and utensils that are not available on the market can also make customers shine.

It is always a good idea to pay more attention to details.

In this way, people who know the business will know that your hot pot is really delicious, and those who don't know the business will also think that this place is quite unique and stylish.

Jiang Yanyi took the okra out of the backyard, and the store was connected in front.

There was an ox cart parked outside the store. A sixty-year-old man stood next to the ox cart, preparing to move the porcelain bowls and plates on the cart.

Another person got off the ox cart. He was wearing a sky-blue long gown, handsome, and full of bookish air. Who else could it be but Lu Linyuan?

He rolled up his long sleeves. He looked frail, but his arms didn't look frail when he lifted his sleeves. He said gently, "Old man, let me help you move some things."

The old man said hurriedly, "I am very grateful for your ride. How can I trouble you again?"

Lu Linyuan smiled humbly, "No trouble. It's just my way to take you here."

When he said this, he had already picked up a pile of small pear-shaped bowls. The things made in the small porcelain kiln were not very delicate, but they were unique in shape. He praised them. He praised: "The master who made the mold in your kiln has great skills."

The old man saw that although he was dressed like a scholar, he was not like those who were self-important and disdainful to talk to them, the laymen. The old man felt a little more favorable to him and said with a smile: "The mold was not made by the master of the porcelain kiln, but by the owner of this shop." After hearing

what the old man said, Lu Linyuan became curious about the owner of this shop. The two of them walked up the three stone steps at the door and happened to meet Jiang Yanyi and Qiu Kui coming out of the yard inside.

Seeing Jiang Yanyi, Lu Linyuan frowned subconsciously, but the old man had already greeted Jiang Yanyi warmly: "Shopkeeper Jiang, I have brought all the things to you, please take a look."

Shopkeeper Jiang?

Did she make these porcelain bowls and plates?

Lu Linyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but look at the store.

The store was cleaned very cleanly, and the tables, chairs and benches were neatly arranged. The scenery was not really elegant, but it was definitely enough to show off.

Jiang Yanyi was also stunned when she saw Lu Linyuan, and she still remembered the unpleasant conversation last time.

But when the old man mentioned the dishes, she turned her attention back and pretended not to see Lu Linyuan. She counted the porcelain she ordered with the old man and found that there was nothing damaged or missing, so she settled the price.

"Thank you for coming all the way to bring it to me." Jiang Yanyi poured a bowl of tea for the old man.

That day, she didn't even have a cup of tea when entertaining Feng Shuo. Afterwards, Jiang Yanyi went to buy a lot of scented tea. It was definitely not expensive, but it looked good when brewed and tasted okay. It was perfect for giving free tea to customers when the store opened.

The old man took the tea and thanked him, and then said, "The porcelain kiln is in a remote place. I waited for a long time but no ox cart or mule car passed by. Fortunately, this young man was kind and gave me a ride. Otherwise, I don't know when I could deliver the tea to you today."

Jiang Yanyi finally understood why Lu Linyuan appeared here. She thanked him politely, and was afraid that he would misunderstand something again. She asked Qiu Kui to pour the tea.

Lu Linyuan looked at her and was afraid of having anything to do with him. His mood, which had finally calmed down in the past few days, became more complicated.

He didn't remember what Jiang Yanyi looked like in his previous life, but when he thought of her, he felt habitual disgust.

But at this moment, he found that the man in front of him and the man he habitually hated did not have the slightest resemblance.

He held the tea in his hand all the time, but he never drank it.

From her conversation with the old man, Lu Linyuan also roughly knew that she was going to open a shop here. He didn't know what kind of opportunity and what made Jiang Yanyi in this life, a rich lady who had never touched man's water, open a restaurant in this remote place.

But what does all this have to do with him?

When leaving, Lu Linyuan bowed to Jiang Yanyi at the steps at the door of the store: "Lu wishes the store a prosperous business."

Since she had let go of the past, why should he still worry about the past.

But when the man in the shop bowed and said "thank you", he still felt inexplicably sad for a moment.

The wind gently brushed his cheeks, as if the girl who had liked him for more than ten years no longer existed after this "thank you".

When Feng Shuo came back with a carriage full of carefully selected gifts, he happened to see Lu Linyuan bowing to Jiang Yanyi's shop, and Jiang Yanyi also returned his greeting.

The two seemed to have had many disagreements in the military camp that day, so how come they suddenly made up?

He has been entangled in trivial matters recently, and he has not yet found out what the relationship between the two is. But from a distance, he felt that the talented man and beautiful woman were a perfect match, and he felt uncomfortable for some reason, and his face was not very good.

"Please..." The carriage stopped at the door of Jiang Yanyi's shop, and Feng Shuo stepped out of the carriage with his long legs.

"Prince!" When Lu Linyuan saw Feng Shuo, the regret in his heart disappeared instantly, and his eyes and face were full of joy and admiration for seeing a wise man.

The so-called great hero should be like the person in front of him!

Feng Shuo nodded coldly and said, "Why are you here, nephew?"

Lu Linyuan said hurriedly, "I met an old man on the road. I saw that he was going to deliver porcelain, but he couldn't get a bullock cart, so I gave him a ride."

In a prosperous place like the capital, you can't see bullock carts, but outside the Great Wall, all the horses were conscripted into the army. In order to travel conveniently, the people can only find bullock carts or mule carts. Only some dignitaries raised horses at home and had carriages for travel.

Feng Shuo glanced at the old man who came to deliver porcelain. The old man was shocked by his aura and dared not say a word. After Lu Linyuan finished speaking, he just nodded to testify to Lu Linyuan's words.

Knowing that his being here was just a coincidence, Feng Shuo's face looked a little better. He asked casually, "My nephew seems to be somewhat familiar with the shopkeeper of this shop?"

Lu Linyuan did not want the person he respected to find out that he had deceived him, so he denied it flatly, "No, Linyuan heard from the old man that the female shopkeeper was going to open a store here, so I congratulated her."

After hearing his explanation, Feng Shuo felt completely relieved. Although he still had a serious face, he seemed a little kinder for some reason.

He saw that there were several piles of books and some sundries on Lu Linyuan's ox cart, and asked casually, "Has my nephew found a place to live?"

Lu Linyuan was demoted to Xizhou and became a clerk, in charge of documents. This was a ninth-rank official position, which was a naked humiliation for a legitimate son of a noble family.

But he did not show any resentment on his face. He was so open-minded at this age. Putting aside some of his hidden prejudices against him, Feng Shuo felt that this boy was a promising talent.

Since they parted at the military camp that day, Lu Linyuan had never been summoned by Feng Shuo again. He was a little nervous at first, but now that Feng Shuo asked him about his residence, he was very excited and quickly replied, "It's in Shipan Hutong behind the main street of the Protectorate."

It takes less than half an incense stick of time to get from Shipan Hutong to the Little Chef's shop.

Although Lu Linyuan repeatedly denied that he didn't know the Little Chef, Feng Shuo believed in his intuition more.

There was no expression on his face. He just said, "The distance from Shipan Hutong to the yamen is quite far. I remember that the yamen has a mansion near Jixiang Tower. It should be idle. My nephew took my token and went to Jixiang Tower to settle down."

"Why bother your Highness with such a trivial matter..." Lu Linyuan had experienced such cold treatment once in his life. The people in the prefecture yamen were xenophobic to him, a person from the capital, so they would be soft-hearted in dealing with him in places like living and traveling. Therefore, he did not feel as angry at this moment as he did in his previous life.

But Feng Shuo's reaction was beyond his expectation. When Lu Linyuan wanted to say something else, Feng Shuo threw a token to him: "Go, don't refuse anymore."

Lu Linyuan was overwhelmed with emotion. He was indeed a wise man he admired. He was so polite and courteous. He was not even his staff, but Feng Shuo was already concerned about his living and traveling.

It was a pity that he had no connections in his previous life and had never even met Feng Shuo. What a pity! Fortunately, he was reborn and everything could start over again!

Lu Linyuan held the token in his hand, and he was filled with emotion. He suddenly had the heroic spirit of "reporting the emperor's intention on the golden platform and dying for him with the jade dragon in hand".

Jiang Yanyi watched Lu Linyuan talk to Feng Shuo for a few words, and then left with a blushing face, like a crazy fan who successfully chased her idol. She fell into a deep silence.

Is this really the romantic and beautiful male second in the original book?

Could it be that he was also betrayed?

She didn't stay in a daze for too long, because Feng Shuo had already entered the shop with a pile of gift boxes.

He put a pile of colorful boxes on the table, looked at her, his ears began to blush again, and said two words concisely: "Gifts."

Qiu Kui had never seen anyone buy so many gifts in her life, and she looked around curiously. Feng Shuo glanced at her and picked up the smallest gift box from the side and put it in front of her.

Qiu Kui looked at the small box he gave her, and then at the tall stack of boxes he pushed in front of Jiang Yanyi, and suddenly felt a little full.

Feng Shuo said to Jiang Yanyi: "These are for you, there are more in the car."

He was about to go out to get them.

Jiang Yanyi quickly called him: "General!" Feng

Shuo turned his head to look at her, the setting sun shone on his delicate profile, the face that seemed cold and icy when he first saw it seemed to be much softer at this moment, his deep phoenix eyes were filled with a little smile, as if the sky was full of broken stars: "What's wrong?"

Looking at the implicit but vivid smile in front of her, there was a moment when Jiang Yanyi felt that he did so much, as if he really did it just to make her happy.

But she quickly killed her thoughts.

What is he thinking about? Isn't he looking for another emotional outlet because he is hurt by the girl he loves?

Jiang Yanyi said sternly, "I can't accept these. General, you take them back."

The smile on Feng Shuo's lips gradually disappeared. He looked at her and asked, "What?"

His eyes were so cold that Jiang Yanyi felt as if he would break her neck if she said something wrong.

Jiang Yanyi shrank her neck subconsciously, but she still had to say what she had to say. She couldn't continue to be so vague. She met his gaze and said, "General, you should treat the girl you like well. Even if you have a quarrel, you should wait until the temper has passed before considering whether to break up or make peace, instead of making fun of me."

Feng Shuo stared at her, "Do you think I'm making fun of you?"

Jiang Yanyi wanted to nod, but she didn't have the courage to nod under his compelling gaze.

Feng Shuo took a step forward, his eyes were heavy, and the last ray of sunset light dimmed, and the dusk spread like ink behind him.

Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but take a step back. She retreated, and he moved forward again.

In the end, she was forced into a corner, with no way to retreat.

He was one step away from her and didn't move forward. But Jiang Yanyi felt that the pressure from him was like a big net that bound her tightly.

"Huahua..." Qiu Kui thought he wanted to bully her and wanted to come over to help.

Feng Shuo suddenly turned around with anger: "Back off!"

Qiu Kui was almost scared to tears, and refused to leave, but did not dare to step forward: "Don't bully Hua Hua!"

Jiang Yanyi was afraid that he would be angry with Qiu Kui, so he hurriedly said: "It's okay, Qiu Kui, go to the backyard and wait for me first."

Qiu Kui shook her head and refused to leave.

"Be obedient, I'll make you some date mud cake later." Jiang Yanyi comforted her: "I'll clarify some things with the general."

Qiu Kui then went into the backyard, looking back every few steps.

Feng Shuo threw a chopstick over to close the door.

The door closed with a "snap", and the chopsticks fell to the ground. Jiang Yanyi's heart also trembled inexplicably.

It was hard to imagine that a chopstick thrown out by him could have such a great force.

She was forced into a corner by him. As dusk fell, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased. Even if someone passed by, they could not see this blind spot.

Jiang Yanyi suddenly felt that she still didn't know him well enough, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen such a suicidal way to confront him.

"The girl of my dreams? Why don't you think that the one I love is you..."

Jiang Yanyi heard his self-deprecating murmurs, his well-defined jawline appeared a little pale in the twilight.

Jiang Yanyi felt as if something hit her heart, and she subconsciously denied it: "You... don't tease me."

"Tease?" There was a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Aren't you teasing me?"

Jiang Yanyi was stunned.

Why did he say it as if she was a scumbag who had given up on him?

She was terrified and embarrassed: "I swear I didn't."

Feng Shuo looked at her deeply, "Didn't you say that I'm a good person?"

Jiang Yanyi nodded: "You are a good person, Master Li is also a good person, Tou'er Zhao is also a good person, Qiu Kui is also a good person."

Feng Shuo: "..."

So for her, a good person only means this?

So he was just being self-indulgent from the beginning?

The corners of his lips were almost pursed into a straight line, and the coldness in his eyes spread layer by layer, covering up the fragmentation.

He suddenly slapped the wall with his palm, and Jiang Yanyi closed her eyes in fear.

Feng Shuo looked at her cherry lips that were pursed tightly because of fear, and her eyelashes fluttered like a trembling pistil. For a moment, he thought viciously that kissing her and biting her until she bled could relieve the hatred in his heart.

He really came a little closer, but stopped when there was only a few inches of distance left.

Finally, he took a step back, suppressed the black anger in his heart, and said, "It was Feng who was rude." Yan

Ji didn't say another word, turned around and left.

Jiang Yanyi stood behind and saw that his bandaged hand was clenched into a fist, and bright red was overflowing from under the white gauze. It was blood.

She was stunned.

She seemed to have misunderstood him.

But... he likes herself? What does he like about himself?

For a moment, Jiang Yanyi was confused.

Xing Yao thought that Feng Shuo would be in a much better mood when he went out for a walk, but who would have thought that when Feng Shuo returned home, the aura around him was even gloomier than when he left the house.

"Master... uh!"

Xing Yao just stepped forward and was slapped against the opposite wall by Feng Shuo.

He was caught off guard and was hit so hard that he was stunned. Several tiles on the eaves were shaken off.

Feng Shuo was surrounded by a murderous aura: "Call all the assassins to the martial arts arena."

Xing Yao looked at Feng Shuo's back as he left, holding his chest and holding the wall before standing up. He thought to himself that the last time his master got so angry was when he learned that the late emperor wanted the Grand Empress Dowager to be buried with him. What on earth had made him so angry this time?

That night, hundreds of assassins from the entire Duhufu were beaten black and blue in the martial arts arena, and they were paralyzed on the ground and didn't even have the strength to get up.

"What kind of rubbish did I raise? We'll train you harder tomorrow!" Feng Shuo stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, his clothes soaked with sweat. There were a few scratches on his face, which made him look even more ferocious, and his eyes were filled with hostility.

The dead warriors lying on the ground didn't dare to say a word, but they were complaining in their hearts.

It was autumn, and the lotus pond in the Protectorate had already withered, leaving only a few brown lotus stalks.

The water in the pond was icy cold at night, and Feng Shuo waded into the water with his upper body naked.

The blood from the wound on his hand spread in the cold water, and the smell of blood on his body also faded.

He raised his hand, and the gauze wrapped around his palm kept dripping blood. He watched quietly, with a bit of self-mockery and dejection in his eyes.

There were footsteps on the shore. It was Xing Yao.

He held a letter in his hand: "Master, a secret report from the spies in the capital."

There were two secret seals on the letter, which was an urgent report that could not be delayed.

When Feng Shuo turned around, there was only a coldness in his eyes as usual. He walked to the shore, and immediately a guard took his outer robe and put it on him.

Feng Shuo opened the letter, took out the letter inside, and read it ten lines at a glance.

He frowned slightly, and after a little thought, he took the letter to the candle held by the guard, lit it, and burned it to ashes.

"The little emperor is going to deal with the Chu family." He said.

At this moment, Xing Yao weighed the pros and cons in his mind. The emperor moved against the Chu family probably because of Chu Changping's coffin back to Beijing.

They had no dealings with the Chu family. Among this generation of the Chu family, only Chu Changping was outstanding. However, he went against the emperor's will because of his marriage to the eldest princess, and he lost the emperor's favor from then on.

If Chu Changping was still the general of Yunzhou, Feng Shuo's protection of him would be considered as winning over an ally. But he had already been stripped of his military power by the emperor and demoted to Yongzhou. Yongzhou is even poorer than Xizhou. Even if he wanted to make a comeback there, it would take at least ten or eight years to see results.

No matter how you look at it, the best option for them to stand idly by when the emperor moved against the Chu family.

Feng Shuo was slow to make a decision, but Xing Yao had already guessed it.

Since it was related to the court, Feng Shuo returned to the study to deal with the remaining official documents and letters.

He had finished reading the ones with the secret seal the night before, and he had also read most of the ones without the secret seal in the past two days.

Because he was upset, Feng Shuo was not calm when dealing with these letters tonight. He held the pen in one hand and pinched his brow with the other hand: "Tea."

Xing Yao quickly brought up the tea.

Feng Shuo used his injured left hand to receive the tea, but the tea was boiling water that had just been boiled, and the bottom of the cup was also terribly hot.

He lost his grip and the cup fell onto the desk, spilling the tea.

Feng Shuo didn't care about his burned hand, and grabbed all the letters and documents on the table.

Xing Yao was so scared that he fell to his knees: "Damn your subordinates!"

Fu Xi, who was standing by, quickly took a clean towel and spread it on the desk to prevent the tea from spreading.

Feng Shuo's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word. After cleaning the desk, he put the documents and letters back.

Because of the hasty grab just now, although the letters were not wet by the tea, many of them were wrinkled.

Feng Shuo wanted to flatten the letters, but suddenly he saw that the half-size hairpin-flowered small regular script on the letter at the bottom looked familiar.

He pulled out the letter, took a look at the address the letter was sent to, and his eyes narrowed.

The Chu family in the capital?

Feng Shuo had only seen one person in his life who was so gifted at writing hairpin-flowered small regular script as big as this one.

What was the relationship between the young cook and the Chu family?

He removed the wax seal and took out three thin pieces of letter paper. The more he read, the more solemn his expression became.

In the end, he just uttered a few words without any emotion: "You are Jiang Yanyi."