Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Xiao Ye raised his eyebrows slightly.

I felt a sense of novelty towards the phrase "going to a restaurant," a word brimming with the flavor of everyday life.

However, he never showed his emotions, and his tone of voice reflected this.

"yes!"

Seeing that things were looking promising, Gu Mingli immediately began to embellish the story and promote the product.

"The street stalls by the roadside, the lively atmosphere of the marketplace—all the most delicious and comforting things in the world are there!"

"Being cooped up in these square red walls all day long is enough to make anyone sick."

He leaned closer to the dragon table and raised an eyebrow.

"Your Majesty, would you dare to sneak out of the palace and come with me to try this authentic commoner's food?"

Sneaking out of the palace?

Xiao Ye's eyes lit up for a moment.

The nameless fire in my heart was inexplicably extinguished somewhat by these few suggestions, which were full of warmth and warmth.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally stood up out of compassion.

He flicked his sleeve and spoke softly.

"Liu An".

"Your servant is here!"

"Prepare two sets of ordinary clothes before leaving the palace."

A moment later, the carved wooden door of the side hall was pushed open.

Two handsome young men, who had changed out of their court robes and dragon robes, emerged from the hall.

Xiao Ye wore a moon-white brocade robe with dark floral patterns, and his hair was tied up with a jade crown.

He lacked the oppressive aura of an emperor, but possessed a refined and noble demeanor.

Gu Mingli, on the other hand, was dressed in a frost-colored long robe and held a folding fan, looking quite dashing.

The two of them walked out of the palace gate side by side, ready to sneak out of the palace openly and legitimately.

Liu An and Geng Zhi, along with a dozen or so shadow guards, followed at a distance that was neither too close nor too far behind.

When the group arrived at the palace gate, a luxurious royal carriage was waiting there.

The horses pulling the cart were tall, strong, and had glossy coats.

The car body is decorated with intricate dragon patterns carved in gold paint.

An octagonal glass lamp, secretly made for the imperial court, hangs at each of the four corners.

Upon seeing this, Gu Mingli's lips twitched violently, and he stopped in his tracks.

"His Majesty……"

He pointed somewhat speechlessly at the car that practically had its own background music playing.

"Since we're sneaking out of the palace, isn't this carriage a little... a little too conspicuous?"

"As soon as you step out of this palace gate, even a blind beggar on the street would know from the smell that there is a noble person you can't afford to offend sitting inside."

"How can you experience the lives of ordinary people when you're constantly drawing attention to yourself?"

Xiao Ye stopped and looked at the royal carriage that he had previously considered to be nothing special.

He hesitated for a moment.

I think Gu Mingli is absolutely right.

He countered, "Then how do we get around?"

Gu Mingli pointed to a small, inconspicuous carriage with blue curtains parked in a corner in the distance.

"Let's ride in my carriage! We can blend into the bustling streets of Kyoto without attracting anyone's attention. Even if we go to eat at a roadside stall, we won't be afraid of being stared at!"

Xiao Ye looked in the direction he pointed.

It was indeed an ordinary horse-drawn carriage, with a dusty gray curtain.

It doesn't resemble the behavior of high-ranking officials and nobles.

"Is this the Gu family's carriage?"

Xiao Ye asked a question casually.

"Why isn't there even a decent sign?"

"A symbol?"

Gu Mingli scratched his head. "You like cars with logos?"

Xiao Ye pursed his lips and glanced sideways at Gu Mingli.

"The cars in officials' residences are generally symbols of their status."

Gu Mingli blinked.

My inner monologue is full of complaints!

He sighed and waved his hand.

"Wait here, I'll get the sign ready for you right away."

Gu Mingli walked quickly to the gatekeeper's office and fiddled with something in the gatehouse for a while.

Then take a round iron ring about the size of a plate.

The top is bound together with hemp rope and wooden sticks to form a three-pronged shape.

He hung the sign on the horse's head and patted it.

"How about this? A symbol of status and position."

Xiao Ye asked in confusion, "What kind of mark is this?"

Gu Mingli's eyes darkened, and he said meaningfully, "Mercedes-Benz."

Xiao Ye: "..."

The Mercedes-Benz carriage slowly drove into the bustling city of Kyoto.

Liu An and Geng Zhi rode alongside the carriage.

The shadow guards then disappeared into the surrounding shadows.

The wheels rolled on the bluestone slabs, making a dull "gurgling" sound.

The noise outside gradually seeped through the carriage curtains and into the carriage.

The nights in Kyoto never lose their vitality because of the solemnity of the imperial city.

As night falls, the streets of the western part of the city come alive at their most vibrant time of day.

By prying open a corner of the curtain, Xiao Ye saw a sight he rarely witnessed.

Strings of large red lanterns hung high on both sides of the street, illuminating the bluestone pavement with a warm, dim glow.

The sounds of string and wind instruments and cheers could be heard from the restaurants and teahouses along the street.

The windows on the second floor were open, and one could vaguely see scholars and poets raising their cups and talking animatedly.

The busiest area is the roadside.

The straw bundles used to sell candied hawthorns were filled with strings of bright red hawthorns.

A street performer spewed out a huge ball of flame, drawing gasps of amazement from the children watching.

Various stalls were crowded together, and large wisps of white steam rose from the steamers.

The air was filled with the scents of cosmetics, sweat, and the smoke from various foods mixed together.

This place is filled with the hustle and bustle of the world, yet strangely, it makes you feel grounded.

The carriage finally stopped at the entrance of a bustling, narrow alley in the west of the city.

Xiao Ye stepped down from the horse stool and glanced at the somewhat crowded street in front of him.

The bluestone pavement here has a bluish-black tinge due to years of being soaked in grease.

On both sides are rows of small, slightly dilapidated shops.

The peddler carrying the load on a shoulder pole was shouting his wares at the top of his lungs, and pedestrians were jostling shoulder to shoulder, with people rudely squeezing past him from time to time.

Geng Zhi stood guard on Xiao Ye's outside, fearing that some fool might accidentally bump into the dragon's body.

Gu Mingli, on the other hand, was in his element.

He led Xiao Ye around the streets with practiced ease, turning left and right, until they finally stopped in front of an extremely simple noodle stall.

The stall was a small wooden cart.

Several small, shiny square tables were set up nearby.

In a large iron pot propped against the wall, milky white bone broth was bubbling and steaming.

On the small stove, a small pot of bright red and rich meat broth was simmering.

The irresistible aroma of meat wafted freely in the night air, wafting straight into people's noses.

The stall owner was a burly man with a bare chest and a fierce-looking face.

With a yellowish towel draped around his neck, he was sweating profusely as he scooped noodles from the pot using a bamboo strainer.

When he looked up and saw Gu Mingli, he immediately grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and chuckled twice.

"Oh, Young Master Gu is here! Same as usual today?"

Gu Mingli smiled and nodded at him, holding up four fingers: "The usual. Four bowls, please!"

"Alright! Four bowls of pork chop noodles, generous broth and lots of toppings, coming right away!"

The burly boss deftly tossed a handful of thin noodles into the boiling soup, the bamboo strainer whirring up and down.

Gu Mingli led Xiao Ye to an empty table in the corner.

Xiao Ye reluctantly lifted the corner of his robe and sat down properly.

Before long, the stall owner came over carrying two huge, rough porcelain bowls.

The soup was slammed down on the table with a loud thud, causing the hot soup to slosh slightly.

"Sir, your piping hot pork noodle soup! Enjoy!"

The noodles are distinct and have an enticingly chewy texture.

What's most appealing is the braised pork chop that's as big as your palm, which's covering the dish.

The pork chop is a tempting bright red color, and the meat is stewed until it is extremely tender, with the thick broth visible between the meat fibers.

A thin layer of red oil floats on the milky white bone broth, and finally, a handful of fresh, bright green chopped scallions are sprinkled on top, creating a strong visual impact.

Gu Mingli casually picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks and forcibly stuffed them into Xiao Ye's hand.

"Try it! Don't let the shabby appearance of this place fool you, their pork chop is a specialty."

"The secret-recipe braising liquid has been simmered for a full four hours, guaranteeing it melts in your mouth!"

Gu Mingli casually nudged Xiao Ye's arm with his elbow.

Look at him with an expression that seems to expect positive feedback.

"Go ahead and eat, shouldn't I try a bite for you first?"

Xiao Ye glanced at him sideways and snorted.

"Need not."