My historian is dying every day

The carriage can seat three people on the left and right sides, which is considered spacious, but it is only a carriage after all.

Sitting on the embroidered mat in the middle, Qi Yu watched Wen Yanzhi crawl in with hands and feet, restrained himself to pay his respects, and couldn't help smiling with his head propped up: "I am destined to be with Wen Sheren, and we can meet each other once every ten days. Sit down."

Wen Yanzhi rose obediently and sat on Qi Yu's left hand.Zhou Fu followed in and sat opposite Wen Yanzhi.

The carriage slowly started to move forward again, and the inertia brought a force, causing Wen Yanzhi's knee to sway, and lightly touched Qi Yu's knee.Wen Yanzhi hurriedly sat a little outside, clutching his knees with both hands, and tightened his legs so as not to swing any further.But the carriage is also really narrow, so if you dodge like this, you will get back a palm away.

——Touching the body of a dragon is disrespectful...

Wen Yanzhi pursed his lips nervously.

Qi Yu watched the whole process, and there was a tender smile in his apricot eyes, almost laughing out loud.

After a while, Zhou Fu said: "Your Majesty, you are going back to the city soon, where are you going now?"

Qi Yu was sitting on his back, but at this moment he straightened up when he heard the words, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, anyway, his knee touched Wen Yanzhi again.Wen Yanzhi's ears turned red immediately, and he wanted to retreat to the corner of the car wall, but there was no way to retreat.

Qi Yu suppressed a smile: "Lunch, what's Wen Sheren's opinion?"

Wen Yanzhi quickly said: "My minister listens to the emperor."

At this moment, the carriage stopped at the gate of the city, and the body of the car stopped again. Wen Yanzhi's knee bumped into Qi Yu's again, and he felt as if his entire lower body was on fire. He wished he could be cremated just like that.

——If you are so disrespectful, you are afraid that you will be cut in half.

Wen Yanzhi swallowed his saliva.

Qi Yu thought that he did this because he was starving, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Wen Sheren don't have to be cautious. Come on, what do you want to eat?"

Wen Yanzhi couldn't say what he was thinking just now, so he was silent for a while, so he had to think about where to go, and asked Qi Yu respectfully: "The emperor...do you eat spicy food?"

——This idiot, ah, really wants to eat.

The smile in Qi Yu's eyes slipped into his heart, and he replied, "Eat."

The carriage stopped at Winter Melon Alley, and Zhou Fu waited on Qi Yu to replace the golden crown on his head with a sandalwood one, took off the Panlong robe, and put on a dark purple gown with dark patterns, and finally got out of the carriage.

Wen Yanzhi waited outside for quite a while, when he saw Qi Yu dressed up this time, he felt that he was a little more like a son-in-law than when he visited his small courtyard last time.It's just that he really can't hide the power of a real dragon. Anyone who sees him will guess it's the prince and grandson.

"Let Wenshe lead the way," Zhou Fu smiled, "I think it's a delicacy in the market, our family and the emperor may not know about it."

Wen Yanzhi agreed and walked ahead.

In fact, he left very nervous, because just now when Qi Yu asked him what he wanted to eat, he also suddenly thought of the sweet-scented osmanthus courtyard in the winter melon alley, and he didn't know if it would suit the emperor's appetite.In the past, he took Yunzhu to listen to an opera in this little sweet-scented osmanthus courtyard, and he ate it by the way. Because of the unique and refreshing dishes, the two of them fell in love with it, and they came here often.The courtyard family is from Sichuan, the private room is tidy and tidy, the fresh hot spicy skewers are a must, I hope the emperor will not dislike it.

Turning a corner, I saw a plaque hanging on the gate of the courtyard, with the very tacky word "Osmanthus fragrans" written on it, and two weeds hanging from the top.

Wen Yanzhi became even more anxious, "The emperor—"

Zhou Fu hurriedly interrupted: "Go in quickly when you arrive." No one revealed his identity.

Wen Yanzhi had no choice but to bite the bullet and swallow the reply, opened the door and entered the yard.Because it was just after dinner time and was busy tidying up inside, the proprietress met Wen Yanzhi with a plate of dishes, then looked at Qi Yu and Zhou Fu who were following behind, and said with a smile: "Yo, Mr. Wen brought friends here. Lah. The private room can’t be cleaned up, so I have to wrong you to sit in the gazebo.” After speaking, she turned to the small pavilion in the yard.

Wen Yanzhi looked over, and saw a small low table in the gazebo, and beside it were some bamboo... small, board, stool?

He wished that there would be a crack in the ground suddenly, so that he could get in immediately!How can the emperor sit on a small bench!

Standing behind, Qi Yu saw Wen Yanzhi suddenly turn around with a flushed face: "How about changing—"

"No need." Qi Yu smiled and flapped the folding fan that painted clouds in the sky, and went to the gazebo first, then chose a small bench and sat down. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, as if he was very familiar.He is tall and tall, sitting on the small bench is indeed aggrieved, but because he is sitting upright, he also gives off a bit of the pyrotechnic aura of an ordinary handsome man, casual and casual.

"Wen Sheren can also sit down." Qi Yuzhi nodded the small bench in front of him.

"Yes." Wen Yanzhi clasped his fists in response, and then sat down bravely.

Qi Yu glanced at Zhou Fu: "You sit too, what do we look like sitting there?"

Zhou Fu properly expressed his gratitude, so he also picked up a bench and sat on the other side.

The scene was a little weird immediately.

The owner of the sweet-scented osmanthus courtyard looked at the tangled appearance of these three people, and guessed that the young man in Zishan must be Wen Yanzhi's boss, and he was a high-ranking official, so he was also looking to earn some face for regular customers, so he just picked the freshest ones. The ingredients were re-sliced ​​and skewered, and the ingredients were carefully brushed. A stone pot of spicy soup was placed on the clay stove and served together on the small table in the gazebo. It was served with three plates of sesame oil and minced garlic, and a bowl of rice vinegar. A bowl of oil consumption.

After a while, the spicy soup boiled, and Wen Yanzhi was eager to make up for his mistakes, so he quickly took out the meat skewers and put them in the pot, hoping that the delicious food would be cooked soon, so as to resolve the embarrassment at hand.

Qi Yu stared at Wen Yanzhi's plain white fingers, and suddenly asked, "What do you call this?"

Wen Yanzhi replied: "Huh... this is Mala Tang, which is said to have originated on the shore of the Yangtze River. It was originally a hot soup that was boiled in stone furnaces and river water by trackers and boats to drive out cold and dampness. If it tastes good, spread the word.”

Qi Yu looked at the bubbling spicy soup, and smiled: "The name is very accurate."

It is also because I know how to eat that I found such a novel place.For example, the former Kansai Hou Qizheng also loved food, especially pasta. In order to eat two scallion pancakes, which are said to be legendary in taste, he dragged him even to the residents of the village.

It's embarrassing to think about it, and I haven't eaten at such an ordinary stall for many years.

I can still remember the people around me and the feelings in my heart at that time, but I can't remember the taste of the thing.Whether the scallion pancake was delicious or not, I have no impression at all, but I only remember Qi Zheng's embarrassment and nonsense jokes when he brazenly asked the villagers to ask for sour plum soup.

It's a pity, it's a pity that the person is no longer there.

Wen Yanzhi put three skewers of cooked fragrant beef on the plate in front of Qi Yu, a few thin slices, "The beef is ready." Then he offered two skewers to Zhou Fu.

Qi Yu picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, dipped it in the sesame oil, put it in his mouth and bit it down, the hot sauce splashed between his lips and teeth, it was extremely delicious, very domineering, he couldn't help saying: "It tastes good."

Zhou Fu's side also tasted it, but he was too old to eat too spicy, so he had to grab two slices and gave up. He turned around and saw Qi Yu eating happily, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved—the reason is that the emperor's taste is not good, so he just let it go. The imperial dining room also changed his favorite dishes all day long, and his heart was broken. Why didn't he find out that the emperor liked spicy food before?Otherwise, it would be so convenient to cook it in a pot all day long.

Wen Yanzhi also heaved a sigh of relief, and picked up other skewers for him: "...just as long as you like it."

Qi Yu was served by Wen Yanzhi. At this time, he also remembered the business, so he smiled and said: "Wen Yanzhi, today I will send a message that King Xian and Cai Dashi and his party have arrived in Huainan, and the disaster relief has been in place. Now Xingzekou The dam is only temporarily blocked, and it cannot solve the long-term concern, and we need to choose someone from the Ministry of Industry to implement the water control."

Wen Yanzhi fished out the meat dishes for Qi Yu, picked some for himself, and sat down, "Do you have anyone to choose?"

"Yes." Qi Yu nodded, looking down at the top of Wen Yanzhi's head, "You."

Wen Yan was stunned, raised his head and said in a low voice: "I am a lowly person with no experience, how can I—"

"So," Qi Yu curled his lips, propped his chin and looked into Wen Yanzhi's eyes: "I plan to go with you."

——The emperor is going on tour? !

Wen Yanzhi opened his eyes wide: "Your body is invaluable, you must not put yourself in danger, the Huainan water incident will only end, and the victims are still in turmoil, you must not—"

"Don't leave the capital?" Qi Yu smiled, "To tell you the truth, when autumn comes, the capital will not be peaceful. King Yu and your father both advised me to leave the capital for a while."

"...Not peaceful?" Wen Yanzhi was puzzled, and suddenly asked after thinking: "Could it be Zhou and Lin's matter?"

Qi Yu nodded, and hummed in a low voice: "Seeing that they are very busy recently, it seems that they are all ready, and it seems that the incident will happen in September."

Wen Yan's heart tightened: "Then...do you have a way to deal with it?"

"Is there a way to deal with it..." Qi Yu picked up a piece of Melaleuca belly with his chopsticks and dipped it in a saucer of sesame oil, "It's just catching a turtle in a urn."