Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

But at this moment, Yunshan County is a peaceful scene.

At the end of June, the melons in the fields were ripe.

The watermelons growing by the ridges of the fields are round, with dark green and light green stripes on the skin, giving off a refreshing feeling.

"Boss, try this, it's guaranteed to be sweet!" Zhou Dashi smiled and picked a ripe watermelon. He tapped it lightly with his fist, and there was a dull "bang bang" sound, which revealed its solidity.

Song Yan took it and weighed it. It weighed about ten pounds.

He took out the small knife he carried with him and cut the watermelon in half with a "click". The bright red flesh was immediately revealed, dotted with black seeds. The juice flowed down along the cut, and the sweet fragrance filled the air.

"It looks good." Song Yan nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the straw shed carrying half a watermelon.

The sound of children playing could be heard in the distance. Several half-grown children were chasing and playing outside the newly built school.

The midsummer wind blew by with heat, blowing the bamboo curtains hanging under the thatched shed.

Shu Changyu had been sitting there at some point, peeling a pear slowly and leisurely. His slender fingers contrasted with the snow-white flesh, revealing a sense of leisure.

Song Yan put the watermelon on the table, splashing a few drops of juice: "Try it, this year's watermelon is sweeter than last year."

Shu Changyu raised his eyes, and his gaze slid from Song Yan's sunburned cheeks to his fingertips stained with watermelon juice. He suddenly grabbed his wrist and licked the drop of crystal juice on his thumb in this position.

"It's quite sweet." Shu Changyu commented meaningfully.

Song Yan rolled her eyes at him and tried to pull her hand back, but he held her hand even tighter.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Shu Changyu's eyes were serious, not as lazy as usual, Song Yan couldn't help but ask.

Shu Changyu held Song Yan's hand with a little force and brought her closer to him.

"You should have heard the news from the capital." His voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard.

Song Yan said: "Emperor Kangrui has passed away."

The news spread quickly, and within just three or five days, it had spread throughout Songzhou.

"I still have some accounts to settle in the capital, so I need to go there in person." Shu Changyu handed him the peeled pear, "I'll leave tonight."

Song Yan took the pear. The pear was peeled so that it was round and smooth, and the skin was connected in a straight line without any breaks, which showed that the knife skills were superb.

He silently took a bite of the pear and put it down.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the pear in his hand, which he had taken a bite of. There were shallow teeth marks on the flesh.

He knew that the "account" Shu Changyu was talking about was no small matter and was most likely related to General Zhou.

Before this, Shu Changyu had been investigating the forces behind the false accusation against General Zhou.

Later, the whereabouts of Qin Hai was discovered in the home of Governor Guo, and the correspondence between Prime Minister Li Chenghui and Guo Tonghai was found, which revealed more secrets.

Although Song Yan didn't know the details, he could guess that the matter involved a wide range of people and would not be resolved overnight.

Now that Emperor Kangrui has passed away and the capital is in chaos, it is the best time to settle old accounts.

Shu Changyu proposed to go to the capital at this time, which must have shown that he had made a decision.

Song Yan's expression was slightly solemn, and he was silent for a few moments.

He looked at Shu Changyu, suddenly leaned over, stretched out his arms, hooked Shu Changyu's neck, and pulled him closer.

The two men pressed their foreheads together, and Song Yan's eyes were burning.

Then, he said word by word, "Come back safely, you hear me!"

Shu Changyu's eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled slightly, and responded simply: "Okay."

"After we settle our accounts, we'll go to the Northern Frontier. You said you wanted to see the outside world. When other places are peaceful, I'll take you to travel around the mountains and rivers of Dajin."

Song Yan was startled, then smiled, with warmth in her eyes and eyebrows: "Great, I heard that the autumn scenery in August in northern Xinjiang is the most magnificent, with the poplar forests all over the mountains, dazzlingly golden, and the eagles on the grassland can fly higher than the clouds."

Shu Changyu looked at the light flashing in his eyes, his Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his head to kiss him.

The sweetness of the watermelon and the freshness of the pear, mixed with the two people's intertwined breaths, created a sticky heat in the straw hut on a midsummer afternoon.

Until Shu Changyu left, half a watermelon was still on the table, but it was not as cold anymore and the sweet fragrance was a little lighter.

Song Yan picked up the big watermelon and took a big bite, just like a pig chewing cabbage, chewing it until the juice flowed out.

Jianping Prefecture.

On the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces are in a stalemate. Li Yanche plays the black chess piece and Zhan Qingyue plays the white chess piece. The two have been playing against each other for nearly an hour.

Li Yanche twisted the black dot with his fingertips, his phoenix eyes smiling: "Since my brother has passed away, I, as his younger brother, should go to the capital to attend the funeral."

Zhan Qingyue placed a white piece, his movements neither fast nor slow, his expression calm and composed, as if everything was under control.

"Your Highness is right. The new emperor is young and the court is in turmoil. Someone should be in charge of the situation."

"Your Highness is the late emperor's younger brother. He is both virtuous and talented. He is the perfect choice to assist the new emperor."

Li Yanche curled his lips slightly, and the black piece fell on the chessboard with a "pop", cutting off the white piece's retreat: "Mr. Zhan, what you said is very much to my liking."

Cicadas are chirping noisily outside the window, but inside the house it is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Zhan Qingyue stared at the chessboard for a moment, and suddenly chuckled: "Your Highness's chess skills have improved again."

Li Yanche, holding the black chess piece, tapped the chessboard lightly with his fingertips. The young man had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, revealing his innate dignity and pride.

"The current situation is like a game of chess. If you make a wrong move, you will lose the whole game. This king cannot afford to lose."

Zhan Qingyue raised his hand to gather the scattered white pieces and said calmly, "When does the prince plan to set off?"

"Three days later." Li Yanche said, "Take 80,000 soldiers with you, and the rest will stay in Jianping Prefecture and you will be in charge of their deployment."

"If this trip goes smoothly, I will send someone to pick you up in Beijing in three months. If anything goes wrong..."

"You can make your own decision, sir."

Zhan Qingyue put the last white piece back into the chess pot, stood up and saluted: "Your Highness, I will wait for good news."

"It's just that the capital is dangerous, so I hope Your Majesty will be careful."

Li Yanche chuckled, stood up, and straightened his robes: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

He paused, and suddenly said, "There's no need to specifically inform Brother Song."

Zhan Qingyue was slightly startled, then understood: "I understand."

There are some things that don't need to be known to irrelevant people, as it will only add to their worries.

Three days later, Li Yanche personally led 80,000 troops and marched north in the name of "attending the funeral and assisting in the administration."

Northern Xinjiang.

In the blue sky, a goshawk spreads its wings and soars, overlooking the vast grassland.

Shu Changwu quickly scanned the contents of the letter, a hint of astonishment flashed across his rough face, and then his eyebrows raised.

He quickly crumpled up the letter, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Pass the order down, the whole army is ready to go." He turned to the deputy general and said, "In three days, march south to defend the king."

The deputy general was surprised: "General, the court has not issued any order..."

Shu Changwu took out a token from his bosom, threw it to the deputy general, and said carelessly: "Here is the military token. No matter what the imperial court order is, just go!"

"Yes!"