"Since the Queen of Qi Ai was killed by the Queen of Ji, Qi has regarded Ji as a country of blood feud for generations. Ji was uneasy and was eager to find allies to fight against Qi.

Before, Lu Bushan had just ascended the throne, and his throne was unstable and he could not care about external affairs. In the past two years, Lu Bushan had eliminated political enemies and rectified the government. At present, Qi State has gradually stabilized. Ji Hou was uneasy day and night, so he had the idea of ​​marrying Lu State."

"Since that's the case," Zhao Bohu suddenly took over the conversation: "Then please ask Duke Zhou to go to the Central Plains to mediate the entanglement between Qi and Lu Ji and restore peace to the Central Plains. How about it?"

"This------" Duke Zhou originally wanted to shirk his head, but this matter was extraordinary. Lu was a country with a vassal of his ancestors and had too deep a relationship. If he shirked himself, it would be too unreasonable. He thought that he could still speak in front of the ruler and ministers of Lu, and gritted his teeth and replied, "Since that's the case, I will set off tomorrow and try it out."

At dusk, the west gate of Haojing was rumbling and closed, and the iron cable suspension bridge on the slightly narrow moat was also pulled up. The Haojing King City had no lights connected to the inside and outside, and only the military lights at the top of the city flashed in the vast plain, like sparse stars in the night sky.

Two fast horses, one black and one white, rushed out of the city before the city gate was closed. At this time, they were standing on the soil outside the city and looking back at the flickering military lights at the top of the city, hesitating...

"Brother Zimu, where are we going? The city gate is closed. Are you planning to wander around all night?" Ji Duoyou on the dark horse joked.

Zhao Bohu was not inferior to him and glanced at him: "What? You are such a slut, are you afraid that someone will be scolded when you go back?"

"Hahaha, what am I afraid of? My friends are all full and the whole family is not hungry. But you! There are a lot of national affairs and family affairs."

"Even if there are many national affairs, I will let you go tonight and I will give you a farewell trip!"

After Zhao Bohu said this, he raised his whip, and the white horse neighed and galloped towards the banks of the Haoshui River. The dark horse followed closely behind.

After a while, when I arrived at the shore of Haoshui, there was a black sail boat waiting there, with two wind lights swaying in the night wind.

"General Ziliang, be careful!" When boarding the boat, the boss came over to support him very well. Duoyou was stunned: "Uncle Mi, is it you?"

Uncle Mi was wearing a weak clothes, wasn’t it the boss of the ship? Ji Duoyou became even more confused and turned around and asked, “Zi Mu, what are you doing so incredible?”

"I will never sell you to an old friend!" Zhao Bohu chuckled and punched him in his chest.

The black sail boat swept leisurely, and after walking for less than a mile or two, it entered a wide open water surface. Here is the Hao Pond. This is a man-made lake between Haojing and Hao Water, which can be called a pearl outside the royal city. The water in the pond is flowing, and the water in the shore is green. In summer, the weeping willows are flying on the shore, and the water facing the wind is sometimes seen in the big stone pavilion, which is much more refreshing than the mansions of nobles who are icy and cool. Therefore, it is also the best place for the subjects of Haojing to enjoy the cool summer. For this reason, the west gate of Haojing is closed two and a half hours later in summer.

It was already night, and a large high-mast white-sailed boat floated on the pickaxe pond, with eight wind lights lit from head to tail, which was particularly conspicuous. The black sail boat gradually approached, and the bow was a long, two short, and three clear sounds of horns. The black sail boat quickly leaned on the high-masted boat.

A tall, thin and majestic figure stood at the bow of the boat and bowed to welcome the guests: "The guests are here, and the whole world is united!"

"Fang Mutou? It turns out it was you!" Ji Duoyou blurted out.

Zhao Bohu frowned and felt a little displeased: "Ziliang, Mr. He is much older than you. He is also a big Bin of the Song Kingdom. How can you call him that? It's so rude!"

"It's okay," Zifu's father He smiled and waved his hand: "I haven't heard anyone call me like this for many years. When I first heard it, I just felt very kind, it's okay!" He turned around and asked, "Come on, please sit in the cabin."

At this moment, a full moon is firmly embedded in the night sky. The bright and bright light makes the stars in the sky fade. Even the dark night sky makes it look translucent gray, like a gel. Is there any white jade plate in the world that is bigger and rounder than it?

Of course, there is another bright moon trembling on the water surface where the cool breeze is whirling, compared with its companions in the sky

, less ostentatious and more shy. Standing on the side of the boat, looking from afar, the shadows of trees swaying by the pool, the shadows of the moon swaying gently, the fragrance of flowers swaying, and the shirt is slightly cool, and what a picture of the spring moon in the pickaxe pond!

"Such a beautiful scenery seems to be missing something?" Zhao Bohu sighed softly.

"Is this?" Zifu's father took out something from his sleeve and shook it. Many friends' eyes were sharp and immediately shouted out: "Bone Flute!"

Zhao Bohu also became interested: "I heard that Brother He and his wife are both proficient in music. Today is a beautiful scene. Hu Shun Yu listens to Brother He and his joy!"

"That's it! Fang Mutou, don't put on airs. This is a farewell ceremony for me, so it won't be disappointed!" Ji Duoyou kept urging.

Zi Fu's father He smiled slightly and gently placed the mouth of the flute by his lips. The bone flute was made of animal bones. Although it was not as low as the flutes of later generations, it was also unique to the sky. The night was getting darker and the sky was like ink. The sound of the bone flute was accompanied by the low throats of the pool water. It was more and more heart-wrenching in this quiet night.

Zhao Bohu was excited when he heard this and stood up to sing the gentle song: "Let the boat go thousands of miles away, and leave a little for Wushan. Yuntun Shui Mansion, the waves follow the goddess, Jiujiang East. The north guest is graceful, and his ambition is partial, and his years are about to go down. I remember the old hiddenness of Yihao, and the nest is from old friends and Nanke Meng, and I chase this."

Although his deep voice is not as light and lively as a woman's song, it is full of vicissitudes and depression. For some reason, even though his son and father played the bone flute, it sounded like a sound from the Jianghan and the E Kingdom. Suddenly, I seemed to have returned to that moonlit night a few years ago, sitting around the bonfire listening to the beautiful girl's sobbing and complaining sound of the joy of the beautiful girl-----

"Ziliang, why are you stunned? Uncle Mi's food is ready, start moving quickly!"

I don’t know how long I was stunned, but I was suddenly awakened by Zhao Bohu. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the table was still empty just now, with a delicious wine and delicious food, which was really attractive. Many friends shook their noses: "This taste is very special, it seems sour and sweet, and it also has a strange smell of meat, which is unheard of!"

Zhao Bohu and Zifufu He smiled at each other: "There are good products in the whole case. Ziliang only admires Lao Shang Tang, and he serves a person who knows how to eat it."

"Old Shang Tang?" Many friends glanced at Zi Fufu He and thought, "Is it because this soup has nothing to do with the Shang Dynasty? Could it be that it was a delicacy created by the Shang Dynasty and later spread among the people?"

Fu's father He Smile: "The King Zhou of Shang can do nothing but his unique talent for food and color. He is very good at wine every day and beauties every night. Once the country is destroyed, he left behind this wine soup, which the remaining people of the Shang Dynasty called "Old Shang soup."

Many friends joked about Zhao Bohu: "So, this is the destruction of the country, you--" He called "you" and pointed Zhao Bohu at his fingers: "Are you not afraid of bad luck?"

Fu's father tightened his face, but Zhao Bohu laughed: "What are you afraid of! Let's have bad luck." As he said that, he opened the small copper tripod wrapped in a silk cotton cover in the desk: "Come on, try it. This was something that Brother Zihe personally cooked and stewed, which took his old nose."

Seeing the snow-white, green and golden polka in the cauldron, Ji Duoyou picked up a long spoon of fine wooden, carefully made half a spoon into his jade bowl, and into his throat, it was cold, sweet and sour, and a thick and thick. There was a loud noise from his belly, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "What an old Shang Tang, it's so wonderful!"

After saying that, he roared and roared, and in a moment, the cauldron was empty.

"No more, go again!" Duoyou stretched out his spoon to Uncle Mi and shouted.

Zhao Bohu laughed uncontrollably: "Ziliang, Lao Shang Tang has cured a cauldron in three days, but now I am afraid it will be too late."

Ji Duoyou smacked his lips and asked, "Is it so hard to have a tripod in three days?"

Zifu's father He explained with his fingers: "Let me hear. Three combinations of rice, one liter of taro, one combination of dried red dates, one branch of bamboo shoots, six ducks, eight taels of elk, ten taels of ginger, ten taels of fresh green onions, five combinations of bitter wine, one combination of well salt, five combinations of fermented sauce, three leaves of Huainan orange peel, so they are all made into vegetarian soup and broth soup, and then combined together. Simmered on Jiwen charcoal fire for six hours, and then refrigerated in the ice cellar for six hours, then you can get a dou of old soup. One dou and two tripods, all here."

"My God, it's so troublesome, I'm so goosebumps." Ji Duoyou stuck out his tongue.

Zhao Bohu smiled loudly and walked over from the table.

, took his little copper tripod over and said, "Come on, I still have some soup base left here, and I will leave it for you to drink."

Why did Fu's father laugh and handed over his half-calf soup. Ji Duoyou drank all over like a wind and clouds, and suddenly woke up with a smacking the soup at the bottom of the bowl: "No, isn't this sober soup? Before you even drink the wine, you two filled my stomach with soup and taught me how to drink? Tell me, was it intentional?"

"So what if it is intentional?" Zhao Bohu rarely smiled so cheerfully: "You will set off the day after tomorrow and have been drunk for three days, so it's better not to drink."

"Zi Mu, you have become a girl and fucked!" Although Ji Duoyou was moved, he didn't give in. He didn't want to ask, "What? Brother Ziliang is going to the Eighth Division of Chengzhou?"

"Yes, I'm leaving eventually. It's better to leave early than to leave late." Many friends drank a Jue Lanling wine, and all kinds of tastes came to their hearts. If there is anything else to be left in Haojing City, then he will no longer be there except Zhao Bohu, his close friend. Instead of staying to cause trouble for him, it's better to leave early. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be a time to meet again.

"Why is it so in a hurry?" Fu's father asked casually.
Chapter completed!