Xiuxianjie favorability strategy

small world.

The weather in early summer is still cool and the mist has not cleared. In a small house in the imperial capital, the shop facing the street opened early. The young man inside neatly arranged the things for the store, put tables and chairs, and stood at the counter with a smile Waiting for customers to come to the door.

The neighbors passing by were a little surprised when they saw him set up the stall. This small shop selling snacks used to fish for three days and dry the nets for two days. Now they got up early to set up a stall. It must be that the money they earned before was spent.

But that's the case, the snacks made by the other party are delicious, and everyone is willing to wait to buy them, and they can only tolerate the other party's frequent sloppy behavior. I heard that he does not rely on this business to make a living, but I don't know if it is true or not.

"Amu, I brought you this fresh milk, where do you put it?" An ox cart stopped in front of the small shop, and the uncle driving the cart called into the shop.

"Hey! Be careful, I'll take it myself." The boy named Amu ran out from behind the counter, and put a small string of copper coins in the other's rough palm, and those seemingly thin hands easily lifted two buckets of fresh milk into the store .

The white milk dangled in a dark wooden barrel, and when it settled, it was carefully placed in ice for preservation. Amu breathed a sigh of relief, the materials for opening the store today were finally in place.

"This milk is really not easy to collect, so it's hard for you to wait for these few days."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Amu leaned on the counter with a good temper, and removed the black fork behind "Pearl Milk Tea" on the menu. Today's cold drink shop can finally open.

This restaurant has been in the busiest street of the imperial capital for more than two months. It opened after the new year. I heard that the decoration of the store from the inside to the outside is arranged by the owner. There is no shouting or publicity. What kind of taro balls? , pearls, milk tea, fried chicken, seasoned fruit juice, some dish names have never been heard by people in the capital, and they don't know if they are delicious. It has been open for four days before the first customer came to the door.

Then it was out of control, and everyone was scrambling to get a taste.

Especially the rare thing like the pearls in the milk tea, which is sweet and chewy, has been imitated by some chefs. After all, it still lacks some craftsmanship, but it is still the most authentic in this small shop.

The business of the small shop is booming, and Amu is the only one who manages the inside and outside. Excluding the area of ​​the counter workshop, there are only four tables in total, which is enough for Amu to work.There is a small box on the counter, and customers can put coins into it by themselves, which is quite convenient. As for the leftovers, they are padded with lotus leaves, and they only need to be stuffed into the cabinet in the corner, saving time and effort.

Some literati wanted to write poems or choose a literary and appropriate name for the restaurant, but they were all declined by the boss, so after two months, the name of the restaurant was still "that fried chicken restaurant".

Upon hearing this, the boss clapped his hands and asked someone to put up a plaque with "that fried chicken shop" hanging on the eaves, which is a bit wild.

Today, the raw materials for making milk tea are finally complete. There are no guests coming early in the morning, and Amu is not in a hurry. He slowly wipes the cups and plates in the cabinet. The fine cotton cloth can polish the tableware with simple patterns.

He put the copper pot on the small charcoal stove, and slowly waited for the milk to be simmered to produce a sweet fragrance. The desolate morning sun shone through the curtain woven of reeds and shone on his light-colored eyelashes, as if in the mist. Like a banished fairy.

After finishing the morning preparations and waiting for the customers to come to the door, Amu poured a glass of milk, shrank behind the counter and began to read the storybook.

The owner of the store has a pen name "Mrs. Xiangsi", who writes some stories such as "The overbearing prince falls in love with me" or "The little wife of the martial arts leader".

The whole store was filled with a strong milky smell, and soon there were footsteps approaching. Amu originally thought it was a customer, but poked his head out from behind the counter like a groundhog, and was picked up by someone by the ponytail.

"It hurts! Master Gu will be bald if he pulls it again!" Amu begged for mercy.

"If I remember correctly, your master's holiday is over, and it's time to go back and report on your work." The Yingwei man who came to fetch the man let go of the boy's hair, looked around the store, and threw the money into a small box , "Cook me a bowl of taro balls, add more sugar, and I'll wait for him here." Fortunately, there was no one in the shop, otherwise, it would be bad if someone found out that a dignified man likes sweets.

Amu reached out and rubbed his numb scalp, and took out the taro balls of various colors that had been made early in the morning from the freezer and threw them into the pot, "My master just stayed up late yesterday, and he won't be able to get up until noon today!"

"What is he doing to stay up late?" Gu Qingfeng was very surprised.

Amu thought for a while, "He said he wanted to finish writing "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with Me". After a night of writing, he could send it to the bookstore and print it today."

Gu Qingfeng choked on the rather strange title of the book, and wisely didn't ask any more questions. If he was curious to read something strange, then he would have unnecessary associations with some princes, that would be bad.

Just as he was munching on the taro balls, the curtain leading to the backyard of the store was lifted, and a man with messy silver hair came out yawning, with a square wooden box under his arm. It is a manuscript of a book.

"Oh? Why did Mr. Gu come here?" At this time, there was only one regular customer in the store, and after asking that the other party had already paid the money, he put away his evil spirit, pulled away the chair opposite Gu Qingfeng and sat down, facing Amu at the counter. Said: "Give me a cup of milk tea!"

"Master, you are fat..."

"Add sugar!"

Gu Qingfeng looked down at the taro balls of three colors in front of him, did not push them away, and ate them a little slower, "Master Mingjing, Your Majesty invites you to return to the palace."

"What did he eat wrong again, or which concubine's child was poisoned again?"

Gu Qingfeng smiled awkwardly, "Your Majesty himself feels physically weak recently, and wants to ask you to come into the palace to make up your mind." The white-haired man turned his head and glanced at him, as if he was judging the credibility of what he said.

The other party's eyes were emotionless, seemingly lazy and sleepy, but the chill deep inside seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. Gu Qingfeng felt guilty when he saw him, and lowered his head to count the taro balls in his bowl.

"I understand, I'll take this to the bookstore first." Ming Jing shook the wooden box in her hand, and walked out leisurely, but just when Gu Qingfeng finished eating the taro balls, the other party had already changed into court clothes and waited. Outside the door, coming and going, it was as swift as magic.

It's not the first time that Gu Qingfeng has seen the other party's miraculous kung fu. Every time he encounters it, he feels that it is really a generation of talented people.

The two rode on the horses and walked slowly towards the palace. After cleaning up, Mingjing was completely different from before. You should also be careful, although your martial arts are strong, but after all, you are the emperor, holding a heavy army..."

"I know." Ming Jing rode his horse to the palace gate, entered with Gu Qingfeng through the side door, first went to the imperial hospital to have a massage, and then went to greet the saint.

The location of Miansheng is not in the main hall, but in the study room. The king of the court sat on the dragon chair to review the memorial. When he saw Ming Jing coming, his eyes lit up, "Ming Aiqing is here, give Aiqing a seat quickly. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ming Jing sat on the side obediently, while Gu Qingfeng stood, lamenting in his heart why he was treated differently when he was an official in the same dynasty.

The monarch put down the ink brush, rubbed his hands together, and said: "It's like this, Ming Aiqing entered the palace this time because I have something important to discuss."

The other party did not refuse at first, but the king of a country who was over [-] years old suddenly gained confidence, "That's it, a rebellious tribe from the frontier came to surrender today. I heard that the other party brought the number one warrior in the tribe. The man was seriously injured before. In order to join the team this time, I am afraid that there is still some provocation in it."

Since they have come to surrender, they have to show the attitude of a victorious country. After dinner, they must play some tricks, such as singing and dancing competitions. At this time, the general has not recovered from his injuries. There are still experts in the field, but just in case, it is more reassuring for Mingjing to sit in charge.

The monarch did not forget the scene of the other party fighting with all the masters in the same day. Later, a master in the martial arts heard that Ming Jing was very skilled, and came to make an appointment to fight. He was shot through the head with an arrow, and the murderer did not even breathe. Go back to sleep.

Later, after hearing the news, the other party's wife ignored her husband's will and insisted on taking revenge, but was shot to death by an arrow.

Then the wife's daughter, the daughter's husband, the husband's in-law's family, and the in-law's backer... one by one came to the door and killed them for a while, forcing the two martial arts masters to exterminate their families in disguise.

There were too many people coming, Ming Jing took the trouble, and invited herself to join the government to become the so-called "court eagle dog". People from all walks of life in the martial arts saw the vicious dog being put on shackles, and this stopped a lot. I won't be rash anymore.

What makes people dumbfounded is that his position is not the emperor's guard, but an idle position in the imperial hospital.

Now the whole palace knows that there is a doctor in the imperial hospital who is not only not afraid of death, but also likes to stir up trouble and watch the excitement. The officials who usually say that "the whole imperial hospital will be buried with him if he can't be cured" are much more cautious.

If anyone wanted to buy off the imperial physician to make trouble, he would start to weigh some points. The imperial physicians who had been mixed with various forces in the past to survive were finally relieved, and they began to look at Mingjing differently.

"Your Majesty, I'm just a little imperial doctor." Ming Jing whispered, "I haven't killed anyone for a long time." His voice was tired, and his eyes were sincere, as if he was saying that he had been sleeping for a long time and was about to be unable to bear it. up.

"how long?"

"Half a month."

Not too long, the monarch clapped his hands and laughed, "Just tonight, I will let you go back after the banquet."

"Then Weichen will leave first."

"I have sent someone to call you tonight."

The two decided on a time to meet like ordinary friends in the market. Mingjing stepped back, saw the monarch continue to review the memorial, smiled slightly, and walked towards the imperial hospital.