A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

It gets dark early in winter, and when the carriage stops, the glimmer of sunlight when we go out has long been swallowed up by the night, and what appears in front of us is a majestic restaurant with high red lanterns.

Only then did Yeats know that Pei Shaoqing had not changed her mind.

Pei Jingning was waiting by the carriage, Yeats was about to jump off, he stretched out his long arms to help her, she quickly glanced at him, he was smiling, very gentlemanly.

Yeats didn't show any abnormality at all, it's just a help, what's the matter, he jumped off the carriage neatly with his arm, his movements were light and nimble, like someone's pampered young boy.

Teng Chong and a group of people had already lined up on both sides of the carriage, and the dignified Dali Temple's third-rank Shaoqing actually waited on the seventh-rank judge to get off the carriage. It was the first time they met, but it seemed that they had seen it countless times.

"My lord..." Bai Lang stepped forward to lead the way.

Pei Jing looked sideways at Yeats, "Is it cold?"

Just coming out of the warm carriage, it must be a bit cold, but Yeats is not a flower in a greenhouse, so he quickly adapted to the cold outside, shaking his head, "It's not cold, my lord, someone treats you to dinner?"

"Yeah." Pei Jingning walked with his hands behind his back, but his feet were not fast, and he intentionally waited for Yeats to walk with him, "Do you dare to eat puffer fish?"

"Isn't it April to eat fugu?"

There is a poem called: Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of spring river plumbing and ducks.Artemisia persicae is full of short reed buds on the ground, just when the puffer fish is about to come.

Pei Jingning smiled slightly, everything seemed to be unspoken.

Yeats: ...

How could she have forgotten that, as a relative of the emperor, Mr. Pei will have whatever he wants to eat!

Mr. Pei seemed to have supernatural powers. He actually knew what Yeats was secretly complaining about. The corners of his lips curled up, "The king of Pingyang invited him to be extravagant, not me."

Yeats: ...

She wronged a good man!

In the private room on the third floor, Zhao Wei, king of Pingyang County, has been standing at the window facing the street, watching Pei Ziqian chatting and laughing with his subordinates as they entered the restaurant. Single-handedly.

Seeing that the heavy guest Pei Shaoqing had finally arrived, the manager of the restaurant hurried to the private room on the third floor to make a final confirmation, "My lord, do you have to serve puffer fish for today's banquet?"

"Go, of course."

"Then...the poisonous ones should be cleaned up or..."

King Pingyang stretched his legs and kicked the steward, "Looking for death, this guest is my invitation, even if I don't poison, what happened to the surnamed Pei is my business, whether I am sick, or you hate life too long..."

"I know I'm wrong... I know I'm wrong..." The steward scrambled and ran away. He just wanted to hear this sentence, let him poison the son of the princess, the emperor's favorite minister, and give him ten lives. Don't dare!

Zhao Wei carried it, and only sent a small steward to lead Pei Jingning up.

Pei Jingning pretended not to notice, and took Ye Zhi and others to the best private room on the third floor. As soon as the door opened, Zhao Wei's buttocks owed, and he cupped his hands and said, "Ziqian is here, come here, sit here—" —”

He didn't even get up, he just pointed to the seat next to him, the uncle is very nice.

Pei Jingning remained calm and did not sit beside him, but sat across from Zhao Wei, turned her head and signaled Yeats to sit down.

Yeats could see that the two young masters were trying to avoid each other, her eldest was Pei Jingning, of course she had to listen to him in everything, he asked her to sit, and she sat beside him.

Teng Chong and others were assigned to another table.

The steward stood beside the king of Pingyang, bowed his head and asked, "Is the food ready? The king of the county—"

Just as Zhao Wei was about to wave for the food to be served, Pei Jingning stopped him.

His expression tightened suddenly, then relaxed again in a blink of an eye, and he smiled like a playboy, "Master Pei still has a show?"

Pei Jingning had a three-point smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Sure enough, he is one of the four great talents in Beijing, and his brain is quick to react."

Pei Ziqian's scheming appearance caused Zhao Wei's smile to gradually cool down, "What program?"

Pei Jingning squinted and smiled, "King Zhao Jun should know right away!"

Just as he finished speaking, someone stood beside the boy at the door and whispered into his ear, "..."

The little servant was startled, and immediately bowed around to the master, covered his hands and whispered to the master, "Master, Master Lu's house has been raided."

"..." Zhao Wei was startled and stood up suddenly.

Pei Jingning raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and a smile spread across his face.

The person surnamed Pei looked confident, Zhao Wei remembered what Yu Qingzhi had warned him, "Did you intentionally set a trick for Master Lu to exploit?"

"If the mouse in the grain field is not greedy, ordinary old farmers can't do anything about it, but it eats the grain in the grain field and is greedy for the delicacies in the iron cage. If he is not caught, who will be caught?"

Zhao Wei frowned, and really wanted to ask, how is Qingxi Bieyuan?After all, it was the prince of the county with status, he took a deep breath, thought for a moment, sat down, and the private room suddenly became dull.

Pei Jingning smiled and reminded, "Jun Wang Zhao, could it be that he is reluctant to part with the puffer fish that is hard to buy?"

"There's nothing to be reluctant about." Zhao Wei grinned, with a smirk on his face, "I invite you to eat puffer fish, come here—"

Before the liquor manager could respond to Duke Zhao, his personal entourage had already squeezed to the side of the master, and said in a low voice, "Master, Pei Shaoqing sent people to copy Qingxi other courtyard again."

Probably guessed it, Zhao Wei stood up without panic, but his face was extremely ugly: "Pei Ziqian, your eating looks are too ugly!"

"I haven't eaten yet, Prince Zhao."

"You..." The other party's arrogant arrogance, Zhao Wei suddenly became angry, and pointed at him, "I am a majestic county king who runs a separate hospital, and invites friends and friends to gamble with small money, what's the matter? More often than not, you don’t catch them and come to Yangzhou, what do you mean?”

Pei Jingning curled his lips slightly, "I don't mean anything, I just follow orders."

Zhao Wei, who was about to get angry, heard the words 'follow orders', and instantly turned off the fire, and looked at Pei Jingning with a complicated expression.

He raised his chin slightly, and his body seemed to have the posture of a born king.

From being domineering when he was young to being calm and wise now, the son of the princess, who is a few years younger than him, almost grew up together, but it seems that no matter how others fight, grab, or win, he can always win the emperor's trust and favor, The first emperor was, and it is now.

Zhao Wei took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and left the private room in an instant.

Yeats looked at the back of the person who was entertaining the guests, and then looked at the person next to him, calm and confident, a kind of confidence in controlling the overall situation, which made people subconsciously be impressed by his awe-inspiring aura.

"My lord, do you still want to eat?"

"Of course." Pei Jingning leaned back on the armchair, with a lazy posture, long legs crossed, leisurely and contented.

Yeats couldn't help it, "My lord, there must be a lot of money in Lu Zhizhou's copying, so you don't want to go and see?" She felt itchy and wanted to go and see.

"Don't want to taste the taste of fugu?"

What's so good about this poisonous thing, let's go and see how much money has been copied, if it is piled up like a mountain, if it is, go and count it quickly, after counting it, you can go after the murderer tomorrow.

"I think counting silver is more interesting!" Yeats grinned.

Pei Jingning's eyebrows almost flew up, why is his Master Ye so interesting!