I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

Although the voice is old, it still sounds full of energy when heard.

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw Master Kongwen wearing a brand new monk's robe with a cassock over it, holding a nine-ring staff, and striding towards the ritual ground.

Behind Master Kongwen followed a group of monks with long hair, holding a vajra in their hands. They looked like an arhat who had descended to the world.

This person is Xiang Long in disguise.

Master Kongwen did a lot of good deeds in Pingyang City, and many people have benefited from his kindness, so he is well-known and the people around him all know him.

When Master Kongwen approached, everyone stepped aside to make way for him.

The people on both sides greeted Master Kongwen one after another. Some called him Master, some called him Buddha, and of course there were a few people who looked at Master Kongwen coldly.

Master Kongwen would smile and nod in return to anyone who greeted him.

After a while, Master Kongwen brought Xiang Long to the platform of the execution ground.

"What an old bald donkey, he's quite impressive!" Wang Chong thought to himself.

"Amitabha, sir, I am honored to meet you." Master Kongwen bowed to Wang Chong.

"Who is that person behind you?" Wang Chong asked with his eyes squinting.

"Oh, this is my junior fellow apprentice Kongjian, a practitioner who practices the Dharma. He has been brought to the field today to subdue demons and monsters." Master Kongwen introduced him by performing a one-handed Buddhist salute.

"Your junior brother? What's his ability?"

Wang Chong said disdainfully.

"It can exorcise demons and drive away ghosts." Kong Wen replied.

"Then just wait aside." Wang Chong snorted.

After all, he is just a monk. In Wang Chong's view, he will not pose much threat.

The sun rose slowly. Since it was the 15th hour of noon, there was still quite some time before the beheading.

Wang Chong was feeling a little bored, and he was thinking that after the party was over, he would go to the brothel to find some girls to drink and have fun. Thinking of this, Wang Chong was really impatient.

It's just that beheading at three quarters after noon is the rule, and it has been like this since ancient times. Although he has the emperor's trust, he dare not act recklessly in this matter.

He could only endure the time with difficulty.

The people did not feel bored. Instead, they looked at the people in the prison car and talked about it.

There were many different opinions, the voices were confusing, and it was hard to hear exactly what was being discussed.

However, there were also some people who, although talking about the same thing, were sweating profusely, and it was unclear whether it was because of the heat or the urgency.

"Why hasn't the young master come yet?" Chu Hu was extremely anxious and looked around, hoping to see Lin Fan.

"Don't worry, the young master may be around here. I believe he is ready." Zhang Guangzhi said comfortingly, but he was also extremely anxious in his heart.

At this moment, a person's shout suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.

"Come on, come on, everyone, please make way."

I saw a small vendor, with a lot of soot on his face, looking dirty, pushing a cart to squeeze in.

Chu Hu recognized it at a glance. It seemed to belong to the Marquis?

But he was still a little uncertain and wondered if they had similar faces. After all, in his opinion, Lin Fan had lived in the palace since he was a child, so how could he possibly learn to be a small vendor?

The key is the facial expression and actions, including the tone. How can you learn it closely?

"What are you looking at? Is the young master coming?" Chu Hu was tall, so he could see far away. However, Zhang Guangzhi was more than a head shorter than Chu Hu, so he could not see anything that was too far away.

Zhang Guangzhi also vaguely heard Lin Fan's familiar voice and became a little anxious, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see clearly whether the person coming was Lin Fan.

"Please help me a little. I want to take a look too." Zhang Guangzhi said excitedly.

But Chu Hu was a little dazed, wondering whether this man was a marquis or not. How could he have the time to deal with Zhang Guangzhi?

"Sir, please make way." Amid the complaints of the people, Lin Fan resolutely pushed his cart and squeezed in.

At this time, the road was blocked by Chu Hu.

Chu Hu looked at Lin Fan, still in a daze.

At this moment, Lin Fan was afraid that this guy would tear it apart, so he blinked quietly, with a hint of a sly smile on his face.

Chu Hu was not stupid either. He understood immediately that it was undoubtedly his own marquis.

Quickly made way.

"Oh, it's not easy to be a vendor. I'll give in."

Chu Hu turned around, and because he was taller than Zhang Guangzhi, he blocked Zhang Guangzhi behind him.

As a result, Zhang Guangzhi didn't see Lin Fan from beginning to end. He was extremely anxious and wanted to squeeze over.

As Chu Hu gave way, he pushed Zhang Guangzhi further back, and he could no longer see Lin Fan.

When Zhang Guangzhi finally squeezed in again and turned around to look, Lin Fan had already walked away, leaving only his back.

Even though it was just a back view, Zhang Guangzhi was at least 80% sure. But he couldn't figure it out. Was Lin Fan pushing a small cart here to do business in the execution ground?

Lin Fan squeezed to the front of the execution ground and saw Master Kongwen and Xiang Long at a glance. Lin Fan immediately opened his voice and shouted.

"Hey, Master Kong Wen, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. You haven't eaten your cake yet."

Master Kong Wen smiled when he heard this and said, "It's still early now, I'll just eat here."

Lin Fan immediately agreed and said, "Okay, Master, still the same as before?"

Master Kong Wen nodded and said to Lin Fan, "Let's make two portions today. My junior brother is here too."

"Okay, Master, wait a moment."

Lin Fan responded and started making pancakes.

Zhang Guangzhi was completely dumbfounded. Was this the Marquis’ idea?

Lin Fan was seen kneading the dough skillfully, then cutting it into pieces, rolling it into pancakes with a rolling pin, and frying it in oil.

It's over, it's over!

How could this be called an ambitious man? The marquis who was chatting and laughing with him was clearly just a street vendor.

What a sophisticated move, and the pancake looks delicious too.

After the pancakes were fried, Lin Fan took them out and put some more vegetables into the pan and started frying them.

After everything was fried, Lin Fan cut the fried pancakes and then put the vegetables in.

In a short while, Lin Fan had finished making two pancakes.

Everyone around watched with an increased appetite. What kind of divine way of eating was this? Why had they never seen it before?

And it looks really good. Huh? There's even meat?

Lin Fan stepped forward, ready to deliver it himself, but was stopped by the soldiers.

"Sir, I just want to bring you a meal. I have just arrived for a few days and I am very grateful for your care. Could you please be flexible?" Lin Fan pleaded to Wang Chong.

Wang Chong looked at him a few more times and realized that he was just a peddler, so he waved his hand and asked his men to let Lin Fan in.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Lin Fan walked towards the execution ground and handed two wrapped pancakes to Kong Wen.

"Amitabha." Kongwen took the cake and ate it with Xiang Long.

What does the Marquis want to do?

The circle that the Marquis drew last night couldn't have just been made up of one cake, right?

Zhang Guangzhi was dumbfounded again. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't guess Lin Fan's calculations and plans.

Lin Fan took the money and pushed the cart away.

As luck would have it, just as the car arrived in front of Zhang Guangzhi and others, they heard someone behind them calling for a stop.