The Prime Minister is a spy [Rebirth]

Always in that military uniform, always with thin lips tightly pressed, the stern young man's expression has not changed because he is a small rafter in the market or a prosperous general, and he is always so meticulous.

The majestic Wang Jia lined up half the street. As a man who could communicate with the sky, King Qi Min enjoyed the sincere kneeling of the people all over the street.

Tian Mansion is the largest and most lavish mansion in Linzi. Even the old ministers and ministers of the country opened their mansions outside, but this old mansion awarded by their ancestors is a symbol of the authentic and direct branch of the Tian family royal family.Although with the explosive growth of the population over the years, the mansion is almost out of capacity, but these filial sons and grandsons just don't want to go out and open another mansion.There is no other reason, if you go out from this door, you will be a prince of the royal family. If you can't hold on, go out, you will be free, but you will soon be reduced to a side branch.

For the Tian family who received Zhaidou education from birth, this is a simple truth that even three-year-old children know, that is, Tian Wen, the head of the Xiangfu family with three thousand guests, will come back every day, Exercising his patriarchal authority.

When King Qi Min arrived at the gate of the Tian Mansion, he was a little dazzled by the increased number of welcoming teams. The men of the Tian family had grandsons in their twenties, young sons who were still in their infancy, and even older sons who were about to reach the fifth birthday. , with a solemn face, followed behind Tian Wen, a small man with a big head, and together with a group of young men, bowed down to Wang Shangxing.

King Qimin stepped down from the royal family, helped up the old minister Tian Ying and the current head of the family Tian Wen, accompanied by the father and son eagerly, led a group of Tian's descendants, and entered the Tian mansion in a mighty way.

There is only a palm-sized area left in the garden, and the rest of the area is surrounded into small courtyards, which are distributed to those newborn children and grandchildren. King Qi Min knew Tian Ying's purpose of taking him here , I want land.

It’s really you who gave birth to the child, and the state will help you raise it.

But the slander in his heart was slander, so King Qi Min generously gave Tian Ying the adjacent mansion as a gift for his [-]th birthday.That house was rewarded by the ancestors when the father was a son. After inheriting the throne, he moved to the palace. On weekdays, a few old housekeepers live there. King Qi Min is a single golden man. No, I happily used it as a favor.

After receiving the reward, Tian Ying became more and more enthusiastic. He and Tian Wen welcomed the king into the hall, and ordered all the descendants to come up one by one to meet and introduce themselves.

This well-intentioned old father!

Although King Qi Min had a headache, he didn't know when he bowed this time, but seeing the expectation on Tian Ying's face, Tian Wen's frown, and the eagerness of his descendants, he couldn't bear to refuse , leaned back slightly, smiled and nodded.

He understands the intention of the old Prime Minister, he promotes his sons and grandchildren to be officials, he is afraid of dishonoring the good reputation of being a virtuous person in the world, but Tian Wen, under the guise of promoting the virtuous and avoiding relatives, actually does not want his brothers at all To become an official, but if the king personally promotes him, it will be different. It is his own sons and grandchildren who are excellent, the king appreciates them, they are logical, they are emotional, and their names are good-sounding.

King Qi Min felt the hard cushion under his buttocks, and he insidiously speculated that it was Tian Wen who deliberately made the cushion so uncomfortable in order to make him unable to sit still.

Picked out a few decent-looking people from the crowd, and pointed them to the villages to serve as the village commanders. Let's start from the grassroots, and strive to encircle the cities from the countryside and surpass your big-headed genius brothers.

Looking at nearly half of the descendants of the Tian family, it was almost evening, and he tilted his head to look at Tian Ying, who had no intention of eating first, and King Qi Min pressed his already restless stomach, I regret not having something to eat before leaving the palace.

Little 29 came out and plopped down on his knees, but he didn't bend down, because he was holding a small white porcelain pot in his hand, and there was still a faint hot steam lingering on the delicate lid.

A seductive sweet fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, and the stomach moved more aggressively. Qi Min Wang looked eagerly at Xiao 29, looked at the sweet soup in those chubby little hands, and listened patiently to him for nearly a moment. Zhong's ingredient composition, cooking method, edible guide.

But the troublesome thing is that this white and fat little 29 stuttered. Seeing the king staring at him closely, he was so frightened that he spoke more slowly. Afterwards, I became more apprehensive, forgot how to eat it, and tilted my head thinking about it for a long time.

"Haha, don't think about it if you can't remember it. As for how to eat it, I'll just try it for you." King Qi Min finally couldn't hold it back, and stretched out his hand towards him.

Tian Ying and the rest of the descendants sighed, but it's over, this foodie takes up too much time for self-recommendation, and the food he eats can't be exchanged for an official, can't earn a name, and can't be on the stage, so he cooks at home Just do it, and want to show off in front of the king, it's really embarrassing to the royal family, as petty as his foodie.

But the little fat man stammered and shook his head seriously at the king. He stared at his small eyes and said seriously: "How to eat is the last hurdle of delicious food. If you don't follow the method I tested, it will be waste, waste. , Wasting food,,,, things.”

King Qi Min stared at him, shyly retracted his hand that had been hanging in the air for a long time, frowned, and listened to him stammering how to eat this sweet soup.

Not to mention, although he stuttered, he managed the timing just right. After tasting this warm, long and sweet soup, Qi Minwang's frowning brows immediately relaxed, and a sweet smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Wei'er has loved to eat since he was a child. It's delicious. When he grows up, he's different. He doesn't go into the study, doesn't go into the boudoir, he just goes into the kitchen. Your Majesty, if you don't mind, you can take the little one to the catering department to serve the king's food. "Tian Ying looked at King Qi Min's face, and picked a small job for this idle son.

"Food department? Too small, too condescending." King Qi Min put down the small porcelain cup, signaled Tian Wei to get up, and stood beside him.

The gourmet books occupy a quarter of the space, carrying the essence of Chinese food culture for 2000 years. That modern young man seems to have no research on this aspect. Those books are brand new and have not even been turned over. , now finally came a genius in this field, how could he let it go, when he stretched out his hand but Tian Wei refused, a position was born in his heart.

"Old Prime Minister, set up a Tianshan Department to be responsible for all the food, wine, restaurants and related industries in Daqi. The old Prime Minister turned from surprise to ecstasy, and Tian Wen turned from disapproval to shock.

"Wei'er, why don't you thank the king!" Seeing that he was still standing there carefully inspecting the field flavor in the porcelain cup in his hand, the old father shouted bitterly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you,~~~~" Tian Wei met Shang Qiminwang's eyes full of expectation and appreciation, wondering if it was the first time he was excited to be recognized, he stuttered even more, thank you For a long time, I didn't say who to thank.

"Okay, okay, no thanks, tonight, Gu is waiting to taste Director Tian's craftsmanship!" King Qi Min patted him on the shoulder and said slowly with a smile.

This is the most fireworks-flavored dinner King Qi Min has ever had since his rebirth. Tian Wei, like Su Jun, is a person who can talk to ingredients. Become vivid and beautiful, full of aura.

After the meal, the old prime minister excitedly called out several beautiful daughters to meet the king one by one. Since the king had rumored that he had cut off his sleeves, he would naturally not be able to marry princesses from other countries. Noble young lady, it is not impossible for these daughters of hers to become princesses and marry into the six kingdoms.

Not to mention, the daughters of Merry Dad are really good, and some of them can even be said to be beautiful, and Tian Ying has invested a lot of money in her daughter's upbringing, and her poetic temperament is real gold. Baiyin hired a famous teacher to play the result of primary education.

King Qi Min is happy to see it succeed, his cousin is worthy of any honorable title.

At the end of the song, the guests and the host had a good time, King Qi Min was really drunk in the countless glasses of wine that many cousins ​​paid respects to at the end.He raised his head, stared at the blurred black eyes, and sighed curiously, how could the two moons appearing in the sky be so close together.

Tian Dan carefully helped the king into the chariot, and led the crowd to leave the Tian mansion quickly, and ran to the palace. The clever little servant had already run back and prepared the bath water.

But these were useless, the king fell drunk directly on the king's car, and several servants wanted to go forward to lift the king off, but they didn't know what happened, although no one was drinking, they fell down one after another On the ground, he fell harder than a drunk person.

The King, who was sleeping soundly, came down with his eyes closed, walked briskly to the bed, lifted the quilt, lay down in it, and continued to sleep again. Several little servants lying on the ground who could not move moved towards the quilt The man favored by God knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The little flower and bird exhaled, flapped its wings, looked at this man with distaste, and muttered, "Bah, bah, it smells so bad, drunkard."

With another wing, the numb legs of those little servants got better, they stood up crookedly, and walked out, never daring to take half a step closer to the king who is the friend of the gods.

King Qi Min has never been so drunk since he was a child. He slept in a dark sleep and had a long dream. In the dream, he saw his own death again, but to his surprise, he didn't understand this. Apart from myself, there was only one other person watching the tragic scene.

The man in white stood there quietly, his whole body was lonely and sad, as if he had been here for tens of thousands of years.

King Qi Min looked at that figure, and tried his best to recall the many gods he met in the underworld. He didn't know which one it was, and he was so compassionate.

He wanted to go up to say hello, but his footsteps seemed to be nailed. He wanted to make a sound, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a word. Seeing the person and the scene slowly go away, King Qi Min woke up in a hurry.