Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 669 Yecheng Tea Party

"Knock knock knock."

Hearing the knock on the door, the Jia family's doorman carefully opened the back door a crack, and only after seeing who was coming did he let down his guard:
"Hey, Gong Lang, aren't you going to worship your ancestors today during the Lower Yuan Festival?"

The lunch box the visitor was carrying had the mark of Chaling Restaurant on it. When the doorman asked this, Fatty's face showed some helplessness:
"I am from Yiyang, my ancestral land is hundreds of miles away, where are the ancestors to worship?"

"Well, let's find a nice place and put some seasonal vegetables there. The ancestors won't blame us."

The doorman opened the door as he spoke, and after a shallow yawn, he couldn't stop talking:

"Didn't the two gentlemen go out of the city early in the morning? The ancestral home of the Cao family is far away in Qiao County."

Gong Lang, carrying a lunch box, followed the doorman's instructions and entered the mansion. Hearing this, his smile became a little more cunning:
"Jia Lang, you don't know that today is the Lower Yuan Festival, and the restaurant business is..."

"Oh, oh, oh." The concierge patted his head to show that he understood, then waved his hand:

"I dare not call you my lover... This is not your first time here, so please go in."

"Then I'm not some Gong Lang, I'm just a cook."

After exchanging polite words, they carried their lunch boxes and walked along the path inside. There were only a few servants in the huge mansion, and they could hear the sound of reading coming from the yard next door. Most of them were from Jia Taizhong's sons.

After turning two corners along the winding corridor, there is a simple and elegant small hall at the end.

Chef Gong called out softly, "Jia Taizhong."

Then he started to open the lunch boxes and placed the food on the low table one by one.

As the faint fragrance began to spread, Jia Xu, who looked drowsy, also woke up:
"Seared liver tips, crispy pickled melon, steamed pork with apricot sauce, roasted chicken and duck... Oh, and gourd chicken, not bad, all of which I like."

Seeing the cook packing up the empty lunch boxes and about to leave, Jia Xu stopped him:
"I can't finish three or five dishes every time. If Mr. Gong doesn't mind, how about we eat some together?"

After poking the gourd chicken twice with chopsticks, the chicken bones were easily pulled out, and Jia Xu became more and more satisfied:
"Gong Shanfu, Gong Yilong, Gong Longyi, Longyi is Xi."

"Could it be that you used your real name when you robbed Xu Shu in Xudu before?"

Cook Gong, or Dong Jue, whose courtesy name was Gong Xi, wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes and knelt down in front of Jia Xu:

"No one knew me at the time, so what does it matter if it's my real name or a pseudonym?"

Dong Jue picked up the chopsticks and pulled out the bones from the gourd chicken one by one, and asked casually:

"Wouldn't Jia Taizhong see with his own eyes today if what he has planned could be accomplished?"

Jia Xu used a pair of chopsticks very flexibly in his hands. He tore the gourd chicken with the bones removed into small strips along the texture of the meat, then rolled it in apricot juice twice and ate it together with a small strip of pork.

Hearing Dong Jue's question, Jia Xu shook his head and said:

"I have done all I can do. The rest is beyond the reach of my old body."

"And..." Jia Xu said as he picked up another piece of melon and tasted it:
"Since you have found the secret medicine, why can't it be done?"

Dong Jue half stood up and filled Jia Xu's cup with tea. He smiled until his eyes were reduced to a line, and waved his hand, saying:

"What have I done? If it weren't for Jia Taizhong, it would be hard to find the former jailer, and if it weren't for Brother Jin, it would be hard to find what the jailer left behind. This medicine can only be restored because Doctor Ji understands its principles."

"That's the truth."

Jia Xu nodded and focused on the dish in front of him from beginning to end. He held the chopsticks with an extremely focused expression, as if there was nothing else important besides what was in front of him:

“If you have not been lazy before today, then there is no need to worry today, because worrying is useless.”

Dong Jue nodded, spread a piece of chicken skin with chopsticks, put a piece of crisp melon and a piece of pork on it, wrapped it up, and put it into his mouth. The good taste made him squint again. In the palace of Yecheng, Fu Shou couldn't help but slightly widen his eyes.

The emperor wanted to go out of the city to worship his ancestors during the Lower Yuan Festival, and Xiahou, who was called the Yellow Gate Minister but was actually a shackle.

The two sides argued endlessly, and the emperor was angry at their arrogance and whipped Xiahou Shang in public.

Cao's guards were furious and pushed each other with the palace maids and old ministers.

And those old ministers, those who had followed her and Bohe from Luoyang to Chang'an to Xudu and now to Yecheng, never leaving them but now only a few of them are left with gray hair, have been standing in the front from beginning to end, staring at Cao's weapons with their chests, with a look of emotion.

The person who finally came to rescue was not surprising, General Xu Chu of the Wuwei Army.

When in Xudu, this general with a figure as big as a mountain always stood behind Cao Aman, silent.

This figure would occasionally appear in her dreams as a nightmare. After all, everyone knew that he was Prime Minister Cao's most trusted left arm. As for his right arm... it had been buried in Wancheng.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to leave the city?" Xu Chu said this while holding the sword at his waist, which made a group of white-haired people beside Liu Xie glare at him, but the Wuwei General didn't care at all. These people were not even qualified to be in his eyes.

As expected, Liu Xie vented all his anger towards Xiahou Shang, and his face turned a little pale.

"Today is the Lower Yuan Festival. I miss my father and brother. I want to ask the water officer to help Prime Minister Cao to defeat the bandits. Is this not allowed?"

Xiahou Shang's previous attitude was much more roundabout. He said that he should take care of the holy body and that there were bandits outside the city. However, Xu Chu's attitude was quite direct:

"No."

So some of the white-haired guys couldn't help but curse, but Liu Xie quickly waved his hand to signal them to stop.

"I, the emperor, am not even as good as the common people!"

The voice was mournful and sad. Xu Chu looked down and saw that the emperor was weeping, which made him despise him even more:

"Your Majesty is serious."

"Then I am here, and I will mourn for Huan Bo's father and brother. The general of Wuwei will not be able to take care of it, right?"

As he said this, Liu Xie turned around, picked up a pot of wine from the table, poured himself a glass, tilted his head back and drank it to give himself courage, then poured another glass, raised it slightly, and then poured it all out on the ground.

The aroma of wine filled the whole courtyard. Liu Xie moved quickly. After pouring the cup, he drank another one. Then he poured out another cup, calling out the names of Emperor Xiaoling and Brother Hongnong, and poured it out again. The white-haired heads beside him also sobbed and cried together.

This made Xu Chu extremely unhappy, so he stepped forward and snatched the gun and emptied it all:

"It tastes good. Your Majesty, now that you have offered sacrifices to your father and brother, please return to the palace and rest."

Xu Chu sloppily bowed and even took a step forward and whispered:

"Also, if Your Majesty cannot control your subordinates, then I will have to do it for you."

Although it is difficult to find the source of the rumors about the Second Young Master and the Fourth Young Master in recent days, Xu Chu intuitively feels that they are closely related to the emperor in front of him.

"How would General Wuwei like to do this for me?"

Liu Xie's question made Xu Chu frown. The prime minister had previously written to him asking him to control the Han emperor, but he also repeatedly told him not to use force against the emperor. The directness of the question at this moment made Xu Chu want to draw his sword.

But looking at the tears on this person's face... Xu Chu finally just smiled:

"It is better for your majesty not to know."

Liu Xie nodded, and then asked another question as if he was talking about whether the clothes looked good or not:
"General Xu, do you know that I have wanted to kill you in my dreams several times?"

(End of this chapter)