Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

"Wang Qing, you know that I trust you the most."

"I don't trust anyone who is entrusted with the government affairs of the court."

"I can only feel at ease if I leave it to you."

Wang Wan's eyes were filled with tears. "Your Majesty...I will definitely live up to your trust!"

So, Your Majesty thinks so highly of him?!

He felt his blood boiling!

Can process a cartload of bamboo slips at once!

No rest at all!!

After leaving the hall.

Wang Wan came close to Feng Quji and said, "Old Feng, after you make this paper, can you leave me a few sheets?"

"No."

Feng Quji said, "All the paper produced will be sent to Your Majesty first, and Your Majesty will handle it."

"If you want it, ask His Majesty for it."

"Hey, you old Feng..."

Wang Wan was so angry that he glared at Feng Quji with his beard raised.

Feng Quji added, "But... this second batch..."

"For the sake of our friendship, I can leave a few for you."

"Hahahaha good!"

Wang Wan smiled and patted Feng Quji's arm, "It's worth it that I took on all the official duties for you during this period of time."

"Come on, I'll treat you to a meal!"

"Oh... no no, I have to go make paper."

Feng Quji said, "I'll treat you when I'm done!"

"Okay, I'll leave first!"

After saying that, Feng Quji quickened his pace and walked out of the palace.

Wang Wan looked at Feng Quji's back, stroking his mustache, and walking slowly.

In the palace.

Ying Zheng ordered, "Zhao Gao, take this basket of paper to my private storehouse."

"promise."

Zhao Gao squatted down carefully, picked up a bamboo basket on the ground, and walked out of the hall.

After Zhao Gao left, Ying Zheng continued to sit behind the imperial desk and handle state affairs.

At the door of the private warehouse.

"boom."

Zhao Gao put the basket in his arms on the ground, supported his knee with one hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of the other hand.

"call......."

But he is so tired.

Although the basket was not heavy, he was still very tired after carrying it for such a long distance.

The palace servant guarding the storehouse quickly opened the lock of the storehouse.

"Hey, Master Zhao, did His Majesty send you something again?"

Zhao Gao glanced at the palace servant coldly and asked, "Whether His Majesty sends something or not is none of your business?"

"Watch your door and don't talk too much!"

“Yes…yes.”

The palace servant's face turned pale and he lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

"Humph!"

Zhao Gao snorted coldly, picked up the bamboo basket and walked into the warehouse.

"Guard the door and don't let anyone in!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao."

The palace servant responded and stood guard at the door.

I didn't dare look into the warehouse.

Zhao Gao glanced furtively toward the door.

After making sure that no one saw him, he took a few pieces of paper from the bamboo basket and put them in his pocket.

After thinking about it, I felt it was unsafe, so I took it out again and stuffed it into my shoe.

Then he put the bamboo baskets in place and walked out of the warehouse.

Without even looking at the palace guard at the gate, he left with his chin held high.

He did not return to the palace to serve, but went back to his room first.

He took out a few pieces of paper hidden in his shoes, hid them together with the stolen banknotes, and then left the room.

Go all the way to the main hall of Xianyang Palace.

After entering the palace, Zhao Gao quietly reported, "Your Majesty, the bamboo basket and paper have been placed in your private storehouse."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng responded without even raising his head, his attention focused on the bamboo slips in his hand.

When Zhao Gao saw that the teacup on Ying Zheng's table was empty, he walked forward in a hurry with light steps.

Picked up the teapot and added tea.

Then he returned to his original position, guarding while taking a short nap.

...........

Day two.

dining room.

Xiang Heliang didn't sleep all night last night.

Early in the morning, the prepared milk tea, pastries and desserts were packed into food boxes and sent to the side hall of the Xianyang Palace.

These are the things he finally made after countless adjustments and improvements.

The taste will never be bad.

Only after putting the lunch box away did Xiang Heliang go back to sleep with peace of mind.

I haven't slept all night and I'm very sleepy.

After Ying Zheng left the court, he returned to the side hall and saw three food boxes on the table.

He opened it and looked.

There is one filled with milk tea and ice cubes.

The other contained several plates of different pastries.

There was also a dessert, which was served in bowls, and there were several bowls.

Each bowl contains a different dessert.

It looks good.

Unfortunately, Ying Zheng doesn't like sweets, and these things have no particular appeal to him.

After closing the lid with a normal expression, Ying Zheng changed out of his dragon robe and put on a simpler robe.

He left the palace with Zhao Gao and a group of Black Ice Guards.

Inn.

Ying Zheng walked into the inn with Zhao Gao and a group of Black Ice Guards.

"gentlemen?"

"Hmm? Where's the gentleman?"

The inn was empty.

"Eleven! Twelve!"

"........"

There was silence in the air.

Even eleven and twelve are missing? ?

Ying Zheng's face darkened instantly, "You wait here!"

After saying that, he rushed up the stairs to the second floor with quick steps.

Standing at the door of Qi Pan's room, looking at the tightly closed door, Ying Zheng raised his hand and knocked.

"Sir? Is the sir in there?"

"gentlemen??"

The room was silent.

Ying Zheng pushed the door open!

The room was clean and tidy, and there was a faint fragrance.

The smell is neither pungent nor offensive.

On the contrary, it is a bit special.

There was a large box on the floor at one side of the room.

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up!

That is... sir's suitcase!

It turns out that the gentleman didn’t leave!

My heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly fell.

Ying Zheng left the room and closed the door.

Go downstairs.

Ying Zheng walked out while giving instructions to a group of Black Ice Guards!

"Let's go! Let's look around and see where the gentleman has gone!"

"promise!"

The Black Ice Guards took orders.

Then they scattered in all directions, looking for Qi Pan!

Zhao Gao trotted behind Ying Zheng.

Sir is missing?

What can you do in this desolate mountain area, sir?

Could it be that he realized something was wrong and ran away?

Not right either.

If he really ran away, Your Majesty would not be so calm.

Moreover, His Majesty has arranged people to guard the roads leading to the outside.

If she really ran away, someone would definitely come and report it.

But after such a long time, no one came to report, so I guess he didn't go out.

Since he didn't run away and wasn't in the inn, I guess he went into the mountains.

In the nearby forests.

Ying Zheng stood in the open space in front of the inn and looked up at the surrounding mountains and forests.

After a while, a guard in black came back and said.

"Your Majesty, I spotted you not far ahead."

"What about eleven or twelve?"

"Eleven and Twelve are also beside you, sir."

Ying Zheng nodded, "Well, go inform the others and ask them to come back. No need to look for them anymore."

"promise."

Black Ice Guard responded and hurried to notify the other brothers.

Luckily the gentleman wasn’t lost!

Otherwise they will be in great trouble!