The servants were panicked and uneasy, and hurriedly followed him.

The eldest prince was upset because he had lost face. He couldn't see like a child. He turned around and saw Prince Jin'an who was still smiling.

"Trash." He said with a snort, threw up his sleeves and strode away.

The servants followed him in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, only Prince Jin'an was left.

The Prince of Jin'an County looked at the direction in which the two were going, and slowly turned around.

"What you are fighting for is a gentleman, why don't you know it? He raised his hand and said: "Master is surrounded by princes, and I am the noble brother of the few princes." He lowered his hand and said: "This son is Chuan Fengxu, the county Yin outside Fangcheng. Who is it?"

Got a son? The prisoner said: Help meet Ding Ding. How weak."

The low chanting was accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

On the other side of the road, there was a fat and white waiter who couldn't help but stop.

"Zuo Zhuan?" He whispered, looking up and seeing the tall back of a young man walking away.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?" the little chamberlain beside him asked hurriedly, "Where do you want to turn left?"

"Turn your head, you don't know anything if you don't study." The fat waiter shouted with a glare.

The little waiter smiled and shrank his head after being scolded.

"Grandpa, my grandson doesn't study as much as you and can serve His Majesty," he said.

The fat chamberlain snorted and looked at the retreating figure.

"The eldest prince is just learning Zhou Rites now, and the prince of Jin'an County is only going to learn Zuo Zhuan next year, and now he has already carried it to Bozhou Li to interrogate prisoners?" He murmured, shook his head again, and smiled, "Up and down his hands, up and down his hands,

Who among the people in this palace is not like this?"

"Grandpa, what are the upper and lower hands?" the young waiter boldly asked.

"That's bullshit." The fat chamberlain glared and cursed, then kicked the little chamberlain, "Quickly leave, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, you have free time."

The young chamberlain hurriedly led the way, and the two of them soon left.

In the side hall, Prince Jin'an was sitting cross-legged, with a book in front of him. The book was not unfolded, but he lowered his eyes and was thinking about it. This continued for a long time, until the sound of voices came from outside.

"Your Highness, we are back." The voice of the chamberlain came.

The Prince of Jin'an County stood up and walked out. The room had been pushed open, and a guard sat in. His appearance described him as the person who mistakenly went to the wrong door of Cheng Jiaoniang's house in Yudai Bridge.

"How?" Prince Jin'an asked.

"Not from the Chen family, his surname is Cheng. He is a man, 26 or 27 years old, with a northwest accent. A maid opened the door, and no one else was seen." The guard said.

No, originally there was no hope for this question.

Prince Jin'an nodded and waved his hand.

"It seems that I have no choice but to ask Mr. Chen straight to the point." He smiled.

"The prince can't." The guard hurriedly advised.

Prince Jin'an smiled.

"Yes, I know." He said, "I'm not in a hurry. I'll just think of other ways. There will always be a way. There will be a way for everything, and everything can be solved."

This last sentence seems to be talking to himself.

The guard bowed his head and bowed before leaving. When he walked outside the door, he couldn't help but frown.

"What are you doing?" the waiter asked in a low voice.

The guard shook his head quickly and walked out.

After walking a few steps, I still couldn't help but stop.

He didn't know whether he should talk about this or not, but he always felt that the man named Cheng from Yudaiqiao looked familiar, and his eyes seemed to be familiar to him somewhere.

However, I may have misjudged it. With so many people coming and going in Beijing, it is inevitable.

The guard took a deep breath and continued to stride away.

When the sun was about to hit, Zhou Lang reined in his horse and found that he had reached the Yudai Bridge.

"Sir?" the boy asked.

Liu Lang took a deep breath, got off his horse, and knocked on Cheng Jiaoniang's courtyard door.

"It's you again? What are you doing?" Brother Jin shouted from the crack in the door.

What to do?

How did he know what he was doing and end up here!

"Do you still have money?" he asked muffledly.

"I won't lend it to you even if I have money!" Brother Jin said warily.

Zhou Lang kicked the door with his foot, scaring Neri Jin's brother to jump away.

Banqin came out after hearing the sound and opened the door regardless of Brother Jin's objection.

"Sir, my wife is not at home," she said.

"Going out again?" Zhou Lang asked with a frown.

What does a girl go out to do every day?

"Yes." Banqin said.

"What are you missing? Let's talk." Liu Lang said.

Banqin smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your concern, sir. There is no shortage of ladies," she said.

Liu Lang breathed out, turned around and walked away. After walking a few steps, he stopped and turned back.

Banqin stood by the door and was closing it, smiling sideways at Brother Jin.

When did this girl dare to laugh in front of him again?

And he dared to raise his head and speak? His waist also straightened...

The door slowly closed.

Whether it's a person or a thing, it's just a person, just a name.

Liu Lang withdrew his gaze, took the reins handed over by the boy, got on his horse and galloped away.

The tender white tofu is carefully put into the water bowl.

Li Dashao chose a thin bamboo knife from a row of knives of different sizes and materials in front of him.

People around him couldn't help but hold their breath as they watched Li Dashao bend over and reach into the bowl, start to turn the knife, and little bits of white flakes spread out in the water.

Cheng Jiaoniang's old shopkeeper Xu Maoxiu did not approach, but sat on the corridor and looked over. Not long after hearing the girl sigh.

Li Dashao straightened up and stared at the water bowl for a moment.

"Come again," he said.

The girl hurriedly took out another piece of tofu.

Li Dashao blinked his red eyes slightly and leaned forward to insert the knife again.

"It's no problem to carve a flower." Shopkeeper Wu said, carefully pushing a bowl over.

The maid sitting behind Cheng Jiaoniang couldn't help but wow.

"Oh my God, this peony flower is so lifelike!" she said, "Is it really carved from tofu?"

"Yes, yes, it took just two days of practice." Xu Maoxiu said, looking at Li Dashao with some admiration.

I really didn't expect that this cook, who seemed to have nothing special about him, could have such skills.

"He is an honest person, but he is stupid and just keeps practicing his craft. When he was an apprentice with the master, he was the most useless. He couldn't figure out new dishes and flavors, but he practiced the basic skills the most solidly. There are gains and losses in this, right?

It’s hard to have both." Shopkeeper Wu sighed.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Then the carving is done." She said, "What else is there to do?"

"Because it is a vegetarian meal and it is worshiped in front of the Buddha, Li Dashao felt that the flowers were not innovative, so he wanted to make something more appropriate." Shopkeeper Wu said.

The maid's eyes widened and she looked over there. Li Dashao changed another piece of tofu and tried again without any discouragement.

"But, there are only four days left, so what else can we practice?" she couldn't help but say.

"If it doesn't work, we will use peonies in the end." Shopkeeper Wu said, "Anyway, we mainly rely on tofu, and its shape is the icing on the cake."

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded, and the three of them stopped talking and looked at Li Dashao who was carefully carving over there.

Banqin here walked into the market with a basket, and someone immediately greeted her.

"There are new cabbages that arrived today. I specially kept them for you, Miss Banqin."

"Miss Banqin, come and see these muttons."
To be continued...