Chapter 8 Lion Head The General Wants to Meet Him in Person

The soldiers looked back and saw a man squatting beside them. He was dressed in a green shirt and had a refined and handsome appearance, but his eyes were cunning like a fox.

At first glance, he looked dignified, but his manners were not at all particular. At this moment, he was holding a bowl of steaming hot knife-cut noodles in his hand, slurping and staring at them with a sharp gaze.

The soldiers were old members of the Xizhou camp and had never seen Chi Qing before. But seeing his clothes and demeanor, they immediately thought of the legendary Gui Ce military strategist beside the general. The soldiers privately called him "the smiling fox in green clothes."

There is no one in the world who is easier to talk to than him, but he can be so open and cheerful with you one second, and chop your head off the next second without blinking an eye.

The soldiers were sweating profusely on their backs, and stammered, "Chi... Military Advisor Chi?"

"Hey, do you recognize me?"

Chi Qing sipped a mouthful of noodles, touched his face, and wondered if he was too handsome?

The soldiers' hearts were beating like drums. It was against military regulations for Huotouying to open a private stove. The former general turned a blind eye to it, but the new one who took office was called the Living Yan King.

It is said that a new official will start three fires when he takes office. The first fire was set by a prostitute in the military camp a few days ago. The Huotouying private stove may be the second fire that is about to be set.

Chi Qing lost interest immediately when he saw the eight-foot-tall men turning pale with fear when they saw him. He secretly blamed Feng Shuo for his fierce reputation, which made such an amiable man like him lose popularity in the army.

He dusted off the dust on his robe and stood up, saying "I'll go to Huotouying to try something new tonight", and strolled to the big tent where Feng Shuo was with his bowl of noodles.

Several soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

When Chi Qing entered the tent, Feng Shuo had just returned from the martial arts field.

In order to facilitate martial arts practice, he wore a set of light armor today, his long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and the silver armor made his eyes look darker. His eyes were raised at the corners, and his gaze was always cold, making people dare not look directly at him.

If there is a flaw, it is probably his face. He is indeed as beautiful as a woman, but his sword-like eyebrows that slant into his temples instantly add a bit of heroic spirit.

Feng Shuo's appearance is like his mother, who was known as the evil concubine who brought disaster to the country.

There was even a rumor in the palace that when Feng Shuo was twelve years old, a foreign prince came to visit Beijing. When he saw Feng Shuo, he was shocked and thought he was a princess, so he begged the late emperor to grant him a marriage. It

is unknown whether this rumor is true or not, but Feng Shuo did kill the foreign prince who came to pay homage for some reason when he was twelve years old. This angered the emperor and he was demoted to the army for five years.

He hated people talking about his appearance.

During the time when the late emperor was seriously ill and unable to attend court, the eldest grandson of the emperor took over as regent. The ministers who supported the eldest grandson of the emperor felt that the eldest grandson of the emperor was now in power, and mocked him

for his feminine appearance in the court. He then chopped off his head with a sword in the Golden Palace, shocking all the civil and military officials in the court. Chi Qing had been under Feng Shuo for many years, so he naturally knew his likes and dislikes, and did not dare to glance at his handsome face for too long.

After finding a stool to sit down, he asked while eating noodles: "How do you feel about the training of the 5,000 elite soldiers in the Xizhou camp today?"

When he came over, he had already seen the soldiers returning to the camp from the martial arts field to eat. They were so tired that they had to support each other to walk back like dogs. He could roughly guess how cruel and inhumane Feng Shuo's training was.

Feng Shuo thought of that group of weaklings, and his expression became even colder: "What a bunch of good-for-nothings. If the Northern Rong invade, they'll all be garbage waiting to be chopped to death!"

Chi Qing stuffed noodles in his mouth and said vaguely, "Didn't you expect this? After all, how could that old bastard Fan Wei really leave a team of elite soldiers for you?"

Feng Shuo frowned. He really didn't like Chi Qing's greedy look. After all, he was his number one aide, and he acted like he hadn't eaten for eight generations. If outsiders saw him, they would think he was mistreating his aides.

Because of his good upbringing, he didn't say anything to Chi Qing. He just said, "Tomorrow, let all the soldiers in the Xizhou Camp train with the Liaoning Army."

"How can the soldiers in the Xizhou Camp compare with those you brought up? With this kind of training, the 100,000 people in the Xizhou Camp will either die of exhaustion or run away." Chi Qing began to sip, and the sound was really harsh to Feng Shuo.

Feng Shuo deliberately ignored his sip and said coldly, "Didn't I say that I will let them train together in the future? At least let these good-for-nothings see the gap between themselves and others."

He couldn't just take over 100,000 scattered soldiers and let the 100,000 troops continue to waste.

"Your Highness is wise."

Chi Qing nodded in agreement and picked up the bowl to drink the noodle soup.

Today, the noodles made by Huotouying are delicious, and the soup is rich and mellow, which pleases him very much.

Feng Shuo has been patient until now, and his patience has long run out. He picked up a book of military books from the table and smashed it over: "If you want to lick the bowl, go out and lick it clean before coming back."

Chi Qing quickly put down the bowl and drank most of the soup, muttering softly: "The soup is delicious, and there is a lot of minced meat in it." Feng

Shuo glanced at him, and he immediately dared not mutter, and honestly began to talk about business: "There are only five hidden nails found so far, and they have all been solved. Scholar Lu knelt on the steps in front of Yu to plead for his legitimate son, and angered the emperor and was punished to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors. But the person you sent to show your goodwill, Scholar Lu did not even let in the door, and did not accept the gift..."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Feng Shuo cautiously.

But Feng Shuo looked calm, as if he had expected this. He tapped his fingers on the table and said calmly:

"The Lu family has been prosperous for generations because of its pure ministers. Now that the young emperor has touched the Lu family's legitimate son, it means that he has begun to suspect the Lu family. Perhaps the young emperor demoted the Lu family's legitimate son to test Lu Mengxue's loyalty, otherwise why would he demote the Lu family's son to Xizhou?"

After Feng Shuo's explanation, Chi Qing instantly understood the key.

The Lu family's legitimate son was demoted to Xizhou. If the Lu family was sincere in expressing their loyalty, perhaps being ignored by the new emperor for a few months would allow the new emperor to test Lu Xueshi's loyalty.

But once they gave gifts, no matter whether the Lu family accepted them or not, given the new emperor's suspicious nature, his suspicion of the Lu family would only increase. When one day their people stop sending gifts to the Lu Mansion, the new emperor will not think that they have given up, but will believe that the Lu family has been bought by them.

Feng Shuo's move is simply to let the new emperor personally force the Lu family to turn to them.

Even if Lu Mengxue is loyal and refuses to join forces with them, the new emperor no longer trusts the Lu family and will definitely suppress the Lu family with all his strength. They are equivalent to letting the new emperor cut off one arm without any soldiers.

After thinking all this through, Chi Qing really admired him from the bottom of his heart. He sighed: "My lord, with your wisdom, why do you need to raise strategists under your command."

Feng Shuo glanced at him coldly: "Indeed, the stable is still short of a horse groomer, you can go over to groom the horses in the future."

Chi Qing: "..."

He was trying to flatter, but how did he end up hurting himself?

Chi Qing had a gloomy face, as if he had suddenly become a dumb gourd who thought he was unlucky.

After Feng Shuo said "retreat", he did not forget to pick up the bowl on the table, and drank the remaining noodle soup with gulps, and then took the empty bowl out of the military tent.

Feng Shuo's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

When the guard took his breakfast out of the food box, Feng Shuo glanced at it and saw that it was also a bowl of knife-cut noodles. When he thought of Chi Qing's eye-catching eating style, he lost his appetite. He

directly ordered: "Withdraw, the king is not hungry."

This kind of situation has happened before, and the guard did not think much about it. Just as he put the bowl of noodles back into the food box, he heard his master say: "Bring it here."

The guard: "..."

Okay, his master has also started to be fickle.

Feng Shuo didn't suddenly want to eat again, but he remembered what the doctor said last night. He wanted to verify whether it was the dishes made by Huotouying that temporarily restored his sense of taste.

When the guards brought out the noodles, he saw the soft white noodles soaked in red oil, covered with a layer of fragrant and tempting meat sauce, and garnished with a few pieces of coriander. When he smelled the aroma, he really felt a little hungry.

Feng Shuo picked up a piece of noodles with ebony silver chopsticks and tasted it. It was spicy. The sliced ​​noodles were chewier than ordinary thin noodles, and the wheat aroma in the noodles was more obvious. But after being coated with soup, the taste could only be described as mellow.

These flavors all sounded very light to Feng Shuo, but they were shocking enough to his tongue that rarely felt taste buds.

Was the problem really with the dishes made by Huotouying?

Feng Shuo's hand holding the chopsticks tightened a little unconsciously: "Which chef from Huotouying made today's breakfast?"

Huotouying.

The people who had finished breakfast have already started to prepare the ingredients for lunch.

Chef Li never came back after being sent to the military doctor. According to the Huotou soldier who carried him there, Chef Li is still lying there with the military doctor and can't even get out of bed.

Jiang Yanyi was vaguely worried. Severe diarrhea can cause dehydration of the whole person. At Chef Li's age, his body might not be able to withstand such torture.

The other chefs had worked with Chef Li for decades, so they were naturally worried about his safety. However, the most difficult problem at the moment was that Chef Li could not cook. They could not find anyone to make the braised lion's head dish that had to be cooked at noon.

Zhao was so anxious that his mouth was covered with blisters. He sent someone to find Liu Cheng, but he learned that Liu Cheng had gone home after taking leave today. It would take until the afternoon to go back and forth from the barracks to his house to find him. How

could they make it in time? Some chefs also suggested going to a restaurant in a nearby town to buy a dish of lion's head to make up the number, but it would take too long to go back and forth without riding a horse. If they rode a horse, would the packed lion's head be so badly shaken when they got it back that they could still serve it to the general?

Let's grab the chefs from the restaurant and cook on the spot. The Xizhou camp is not a troupe of spectators, and idle people can't get in.

Jiang Yan saw that Zhao Tou'er and several chefs were all very worried, and asked, "Can't we change a dish?"

Zhao Tou'er said, "If the dishes reported are changed, I'm afraid we will have to change people in the entire Huotou Camp!"

The dishes prepared by the Huotou Camp for the generals every day will be listed one day in advance and sent to the personal guards around the generals for review. The personal guards naturally know the dietary preferences of their generals. If there is a dish they don't like, they will mark it out and ask the Huotou Camp to add a new one.

If the dishes delivered the next day are different from the previous list, no matter what excuses you have, it is a fault, and the chef responsible for that dish will be punished.

Especially this dish is for the general.

They just received the reward last night, and today they made such a big mistake, what kind of talk is this!

Jiang Yanyi realized the seriousness of the situation. Chef Li's sudden diarrhea today must have been done intentionally, and perhaps the person behind the scenes wanted to use this to bring Chef Li down. Jiang Yanyi thought of

Chef Li's favor to him, pursed his lips and said, "Maybe I can do it."

As soon as these words came out, all the chefs pouted and shook their heads.