Chapter 695, silent display

"After regaining Dongqu City, the Eight Kings defected all the way to the Tatar imperial court. When we chased him over, he had died of illness, and was buried in a deserted grassland with a pile of dirt."

In the Qing Palace, Xue Xiangchen carefully reported to the emperor about the Eight Kings and their party members.

The emperor was silent for a long time: "Are you sure it's the old eight?"

Xue Xiangchen nodded: "Subordinates have waited for confirmation." As he said, he quickly raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and said carefully, "The subordinates dare not move the remains of the Eight Kings without authorization, but they noted the location of the burial."

The emperor sighed with a smile: "Old Ba, for his own benefit, regardless of the righteousness of the country, colluded with Tartar and burned the rations. In this case, let him be buried on the grassland, so as not to pollute my Daxia land."

Xue Xiangchen suddenly knelt down to plead for the crime, and Xiao Yeyang, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai behind him could only follow suit: "The emperor atones for his sins, and his subordinates are incompetent. They failed to completely wipe out the Eight Kings' party feathers. As a result, some of the Eight Kings' party feathers are still absconding. "

The emperor did not blame: "You are not to blame, the grassland is vast, they hide in it, and it is difficult for you to find it. Without the Eight Kings, that is, a group of mobs, let's get up."

Xue Xiangchen breathed a sigh of relief and took Xiao Yeyang and the three to stand up.

Chu Gang waited for Xue Xiangchen to finish, and quickly reported the military situation: “The frontier army has taken over the Tatar territory, but the Tatar nomads make a living, and they are not particularly easy to manage.”

The emperor nodded: "I will let the ministers discuss this matter during the meeting."

Hearing this, Chu Gang no longer speaks much. He is a military commander.

Understanding the situation of Beijiang, the emperor smiled and took a few people to the hall of celebration.

In the main hall, all the high officials had already sat down one by one, and when they saw the emperor coming, they all got up and saluted.

The emperor waved his hand to signal everyone to sit down. After walking to the main seat and sitting down, he pointed to the lower seat and signaled Xiao Yeyang to sit down.

Chu Gang and Xue Xiangchen didn't need to signal, they walked to their seats and sat down naturally.

As for Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai, who attended this banquet for the first time, they were a little dumbfounded.

Xiao Yeyang wanted to speak out, but was stopped by the emperor.

Looking at Uncle Huang with a look of interest, and Father An with a grin behind him, Xiao Yeyang immediately remembered that Uncle Huang had been kidnapped by Daohua brothers and sisters.

Xiao Yeyang gave Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai a helpless look, and then took a drink on the table and drank it.

Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai looked at each other and muttered in a low voice.

"There is still room, should it be for us?"

"Will it be too far forward?"

"We are the heroes, and we should be sitting in front. Or we should sit down and just stand like this. It feels so stupid. Many people are watching us."

"It would be even more embarrassing to be kicked up if you sit in the wrong place."

"The emperor is watching our jokes. Anyway, he is already ashamed. I am not afraid to be even more ashamed."

After finishing speaking, Yan Wenkai strode towards the empty seat, but when he saw Yang Chenghua who was sitting next to him, smiling and looking at him, he immediately turned a corner and walked towards the lowest seat.

"Hey, why did Master Yan leave? This is your position. Come and sit down."

Yang Chenghua quickly called out Yan Wenkai.

The voice was a bit loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of others in the hall.

A few steps behind, Yan Wentao looked at the fourth brother who was standing stiff in the middle of the hall, and decisively walked to sit under Yang Chenghua.

Yan Wenkai noticed his father’s disgusting gaze, and swept across the audience. He was speechless. After thinking about it, he grinned and raised a smile. He turned to look at Yang Chenghua, walked over, and said reproachfully, "Oh, my lord. It's you. Look at my eyes, but I didn't recognize you. It's really time to hit me."

"Your look is bad enough, even Master Shoufu can ignore it." The emperor smiled and continued.

Hearing that Yang Chenghua was the first assistant, Yan Wenkai staggered, and Yan Wentao's hand holding the wine glass also froze in the air.

Yan Wenkai came to Yang Chenghua with a smile, quickly poured a glass of wine, and then offered it with both hands, with a smile on his face: "It's all the kid's fault. You have a lot of it, you can't care about me. After drinking this glass of wine, everything The past has drifted away with the wind." He passed the wine glass over.

Yang Chenghua smiled and looked at Yan Wenkai: "If you say it floats away, it will float away. The old man still remembers the salty smell." The smell!

Oh, I can't keep thinking about it anymore, I can't help but feel nauseous when I think about it.

Yan Wenkai's eyelids twitched, and he abruptly misinterpreted Yang Chenghua's words: "Do you want to say pickles?" As he said, he looked at Yang Chenghua with a look at his confidant.

"I never thought that the taste of adults is the same as that of kids, and I always like to eat my pickles!"

"I'm telling you, it's not that I boast, that my homemade pickles is really a must. Oh, I can't say it, my saliva will flow out whenever I say it."

Speaking, once again handed the wine glass to Yang Chenghua.

"As adults like to eat, I will wrap the pickles you eat in the future."

Yang Chenghua looked at Yan Wenkai with a smile but a smile: "Am I talking about pickles?"

Yan Wenkai's face became stiff: "Fresh dishes are also good."

Yang Chenghua looked at Yan Wenkai speechlessly, and pondered for a moment: “Speaking of this dish, don’t tell me, the old man really likes it. Do you know the Four Seasons Fruit and Vegetable Shop?”

Yan Wenkai nodded: "I know." Isn't the fruit and vegetable shop opened by the elder sister called Four Seasons Fruit and Vegetable Shop?

Yang Chenghua: "The old man loves to eat the vegetables sold in that shop, or else, in the future, did you help buy the vegetables that the old man will eat every day?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked over, and they were all complaining that Yang Chenghua was an old fox.

Four Seasons Fruit and Vegetable Shop is so hard to buy, everyone in the hall knows that they have to eat it every day. How long does it take to queue up to buy?

The old fox will toss people, and everyone can't help but sympathize with Yan Wenkai in their hearts.

Who knows, Yan Wenkai actually promised with full mouth: "Hey, that's it, no problem."

Yang Chenghua was also taken aback, thinking that Yan Wenkai had just entered Beijing and might not know about the Four Seasons Fruit and Vegetable Shop. He kindly reminded him: “The food in the shop is very difficult to buy. You have to promise the old man and you can’t go back.”

Yan Wenkai smiled and said, "Hey, my sister opened that shop. Don't worry, you can eat it."

Hearing this, the expressions of the people in the hall who were still watching the show couldn't help but stop.

Hubei Shangshu quickly looked at Yan Zhigao: "Four Seasons Fruit and Vegetable Shop is really yours?"

Yan Zhigao has not been long since he came to Beijing, and during this time he was busy familiarizing himself with the Ministry of Household Affairs. He really didn’t pay attention to this popular shop in Beijing: "That. It should be."

He vaguely remembered that the fruit and vegetable shops opened by the eldest daughter in Xingzhou and Ningmen Mansion seemed to have taken this name, and the business seemed to be really good.

Why, the shop is already so famous, and it's all spread to the capital?

Hube Shangshu was a little speechless: "What seems to be, don't you know your shop?"

Yan Zhigao was embarrassed: "That shop was used by my eldest daughter to practice hands. I don’t usually ask."

Public officials: "."

Practicing?

Is the new Hube Yan Shilang being humble or showing off?

(End of this chapter)