"Shi...Miss Shilan."

When Xiaopang opened the door of an inn, the sun had not yet risen and the room was drowsy. However, in her strong outfit, Shi Lan was so dazzling in Xiaopang's eyes that made him nervous inexplicably and greet him incoherently.

I want you to fall in love with someone. If it fails, you will be sent to me for the rest of your life, be a slave and a servant, and have no complaints.

Ying Ziyi's words echoed in Shi Lan's mind that day. What is the most amazing thing about the person in front of him that can let Prince Qin take a look?

Shi Lan thought so in her mind. Was the agreement that day a carefully thought-out plan by Prince Qin or a malicious joke? Shi Lan still can't figure it out.

But no matter what, only by getting close to this person can you know what Prince Qin wants to do?

Thinking of this, Shi Lan smiled at the fat man.

She smiled at me? She actually smiled at me! The little fat man smiled on his face at this moment, and there was unspeakable joy in his heart, as if floating on the clouds.

"Shaoyu! You are here." Fatty Ding's appearance interrupted Xiang Shaoyu's thoughts. He laughed and greeted Fat Ding.

"Yeah! Usually, we have an inn where the dishes are transported by someone, but this time we cook for Prince Qin, it is not easy to be careless. So starting from the ingredients, we have to carefully select and strictly check every step." Fatty Ding said pretending.

"Yeah! Brother Ding, where can we choose ingredients?" If it were the original intention, the fat man would not bother to help Ying Ziyi? Not to mention choosing vegetables, it would be better if he didn't urinate on the vegetables. However, when he thought about being able to spend a long time with Shi Lan, the resentment in his heart disappeared completely.

"Go to Dongshi, where there are fish and some vegetables that were salvaged from the sea just now." Fatty Ding said.

"Let's go!" Shi Lan's cold voice recalled, and followed the Butcher out first. The little fat man followed her, thinking about how to chat with her.

"I'll tell you! There are big differences between the ingredients and the ingredients, good and bad. The same fish..."

Along the way, Ku Ding talked about how to choose ingredients. Of course, the little fat man, who was completely immersed in the flood of hormones during adolescence, didn't listen to a single word.

The beauty he had been thinking about day and night was right in front of him, so close that he could even smell the fragrance emitted by the other person. His twisted waist, slender figure, and youthful aura completely touched the little fat man's heart, but he had no idea how to get the distance between the two parties?

If the eldest brother was here, he would definitely have a solution? The little fat man was upset.

From Youjian Inn to Dongshi, Ku Ding and others had to bypass a long street. This street sells various carving knives, bamboo slips and other stationery supplies.

The little sage Zhuang is a Confucian scholar in the world, and it is a holy place in the hearts of Confucians. Every year, hundreds of students come to study, which also brings the buyers and sellers on this street to live.

Bamboo slips are different from bamboo slips. Depending on the materials and different production techniques, good bamboo slips can be used for decades or even hundreds of years without rotting, or even long-lasting, and their handwriting is still as clear as before, but the inferior bamboo slips will be ragged after two or three years of use.

Undoubtedly, in this era, the best calligraphy simplified books are high demand products, and those that can be bought are either rich or noble. However, this kind of thing is useless to ordinary people. In this era, the illiteracy rate is extremely high, and most people don’t even know words, let alone coherent reading. Bamboo slips are not suitable for food or clothing, and ordinary people can only use firewood to burn things if they want them.

But it is different for the various schools of thought that have written needs.

Ku Ding and others saw that the usually cold street was crowded with Confucian disciples, loading up bamboo slips, planning to go to the little sage village.

"What's going on?" Not only Xiaopang, but also Ku Ding, were also a little surprised at this moment. As the commander of the Mo family, it is necessary to inquire about information, and Xiaoshengxianzhuang's current actions are undoubtedly abnormal.

While thinking, the little fat man found clumsy and walked out of the shop with a bunch of chicken legs that were about to be loaded into the car. Who knew that he was walking halfway, stepped on a stone, and fell to the ground in an instant.

The book Jian fell all over the ground, so he naturally had to be blamed by his fellow disciples, but Chicken Le Ming looked stupid and was still smiling when scolded. The fat man smiled and walked up, slowly approaching behind him, intending to tease Chicken Le Ming.

Who knew that the little fat man had not yet attacked, and the chicken legs turned slightly, swung his arms back, and exhaled with strong wind.

The chicken leg was not yet in the punch, and the strong wind had already blown on the little fat man's face. He didn't dare to underestimate him, and raised his hands, intending to block the punch.

The contact between the arms and arms made the fat man feel very painful. Fortunately, he was born with divine power, so he did not embarrass him in front of Shi Lan. "Who is it? You dare to sneak attack your uncle Ziming." Chicken Le Ming looked arrogant. When he turned around and saw clearly the appearance of the person who had 'sneaked attack', the arrogance on his face disappeared in a flash, and replaced by the joy of reunion of his old friend.

"Shaoyu, it's you! Why are you here?" Jilu Ming shouted.

"Shh!" Chicken Le Ming was still so nervous. The little fat man made a gesture, pulled him over, and whispered: "It's a secret that I came to Sanghai this time. Qin Jun has a lot of eyeliners here. If you do this just now, we will reveal our identity."

"What! What do you mean by saying this? It makes me look like a fool." Chicken Le Ming shouted dissatisfiedly. However, he followed the little fat man's advice and his voice was almost faint.

"So there are also shopkeeper Ding and Shi Lan!" Chicken Le Ming let go of the fat man and put his hand on his back, ran forward, and greeted Shi Lan and the chef Ding.

"Dawn." Shi Lan also responded familiarly.

But in Xiaopangdun's opinion, it was not the same thing. Judging from this, why did Tianming be so familiar with Shi Lan. He pulled the chicken leg Ming over again and asked in a low voice: "Tianming, what's going on with you and Shi Lan?"

"She! She and I are friends! We also agreed to keep our identities and secrets of both parties." Chicken Leming scratched his head and said.

The little fat man's heart sank. Why did he feel that he had been thrown far away by these two people? I think he is an outsider.

"Supervisor Ding." At this time, Zhang Liang saw this scene, walked over and greeted the crowd.

"It's Mr. Zhang San!" The cook greeted like a businessman who saw a customer, "I haven't seen you come to my shop for a long time. Recently, Fatty Ding, I've studied a few new dishes!"

"You can't miss Shopkeeper Ding's craftsmanship! You will definitely visit him next day." Zhang Liang said. He knew that the Mo family wanted to be with him for a while, so he agreed.

"San Master, see if I can be with Shaoyu and the others today!" Chicken Le Ming licked his face and begged Zhang Liang to take his leave.

"Okay!" Zhang Liang agreed and said, "But if you can't memorize "Encouragement" these days, you know what will happen to Brother Fu Nian."

"Ah!" When will the joy of holiday be diluted? The chicken legs are obviously a shrimp with a thorn, and they can't lift up any strength.

Zhang Liang seemed to be interesting to the chicken leg Ming's appearance, nodded slightly to Ku Ding and left here.

"Dawn, what do Xiao Shengxian Village wants so many bamboo slips to do?" Xiao Pangdun asked along the way.

"This matter! I'm not happy when I talk about it." Chicken Le Ming looked unhappy. "I don't know why a few days ago, but the master suddenly said that he would use Qin seal script to burn the classics in the library in the Xiaoshengxian Village. We went everywhere to buy bamboo slips, and I'll be busy these days."

Among the few people present, Shi Lan knew the inside story. But she couldn't tell it now.

The cook Ding and Xiaopangdun were both in deep thought because of the chicken leg Ming's words, and were a little absent-minded.

"By the way, where are we going now?" After walking for a long time, Chicken Le Ming remembered to ask them what they were going to do?

"We are going to choose ingredients." Ba Ding replied.

"What, Fatty Ding, are you going to make new dishes? Can I eat them?" Chicken Le Ming's saliva was almost flowing out. Since meeting the Ku Ding, the foodie's realm of Chicken Le Ming has improved a lot, becoming a big foodie. "You can't eat this time. We are choosing ingredients for Prince Qin." Xiao Fat Dun said, telling the story of Ku Ding cooking for Prince Qin. "What, we actually want to choose ingredients for that bad guy? I have inquired about it. Not only did he snatch the uncle, but he was also in the same group as the bad woman who snatched Yue'er, and they were their leader." Chicken Le Ming said angrily.

"Dadays, whisper, everyone nearby has seen it." The fat man was really worried. Can he buy vegetables well?

"If you ask me, just pick some bad things." As we walked, Chicken Le Ming said with a smirk.

The chicken leg was walking without caring about it, but it hit the Ku Ding who was walking in front of him.

"Fatty Ding, what are you doing?" Chicken Le Ming covered his head and said dissatisfiedly.

Who knew that But Ku Ding suddenly turned around, with a tiger's face, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "Dao Ming, do you know, as a chef, what is the most important thing?"

Chicken Le Ming shook his head, as if he was frightened by the way Ku Ding was now.

"As a chef, you have to treat every diner with a sincere heart. Even if he is a bad guy, it is the same, do you understand?"

The cook yelled, almost pulling out the black iron kitchen knife he was wearing around his waist to express his ambitions. The little fat man quickly went forward to stop him.

What a good guy! When Ku Ding shouted, everyone around him gathered here. Fortunately, it was still early and there were not many people in Dongcheng City.

The little fat man quickly took his people away from this place of failure.

When Fatty Ding picked the ingredients, it was already dawn. Shi Lan turned towards Haiyue Xiaozhu in the reluctant gaze of Fatty Ding.

"Miss Shilan... walk slowly..." The fat man looked at the beautiful woman's beautiful figure and waved his hand blankly.

Chicken Le Ming smiled wickedly on the side and said, "Why, brother, why do I feel like you like Shi Lan?"

"Who...who said it." The little fat man wanted to deny it at first, but with the chicken leg indirectly hitting it, he finally admitted it.

"Shi Lan told me that her relatives were caught by the big bad guy, Prince Qin, and she had no choice but to obey the orders under the big bad guy."

"Really!" The woman he loved was not the same as Prince Qin. The news made Xiaopang very excited.

"What else do you know? Tell me?" the little fat man asked with a flattering look on his face.

"That's it! It depends on how you behave?" Chicken Le Ming had a terrifying expression on his face.

"Brother Tianming, you haven't had a meal yet! Brother, how about I invite you to eat chicken legs?"

"Chicken legs! I don't care about it!" Despite the stubbornness on his mouth, Chicken legs Ming's body still followed Xiaopang's body very honestly.

...

"Mr. Zhang Liang, what happened to Confucianism?"

In the house where the leaders of the Mohist family gathered, Gao Jianli asked.

At this moment, whether it is the leader of the Mohist family in the house, Xiang Liang of the Xiang clan, or Xiaoyaozi of the Renzong, they all want to know what happened to Confucianism?

Zhang Liang took a breath and said, "That day, Prince Qin invited me and my two senior brothers to Haiyue Xiaozhu. In fact, it was just for one thing to burn books!"

"What? Burning books?" Although most of the people present did not know the intention of this move, they still knew that books have important significance for Confucians.

"The move of Prince Qin is undoubtedly to completely pull Xiaoshengxianzhuang to his side, and the senior brother of the sect thought about it for a while, but he still agreed. So the abnormality of Confucianism you have seen recently is that Xiaoshengxianzhuang is preparing for this." Zhang Liang explained.

For the people present, it is undoubtedly bad news that Xiao Shengxianzhuang completely turned to Prince Qin. The most important thing is that Prince Fusu is about to arrive in Sanghai, but this happened at this time. Xiao Shengxianzhuang is undoubtedly hitting the faces of the forces behind Prince Fusu!

In this way, Sang Hai might be lively. Dao Zhi smiled inexplicably, and for him, who was very lively, he was still a little excited.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang Liang, Prince Qin has arrived in Sanghai. Will his identity be exposed in Tianming?" Duanmu Rong said.

"You guys from the Mo family are worried?" Zhang Liang smiled helplessly. Will the matter be exposed? I am afraid that the Mo family and Tianming's child can't hide any actions from Prince Qin.

Everyone showed a worried expression, and Zhang Liang nodded, "Okay, Young Master Fusu is coming, and the situation in Sang Hai is about to become tense. It may be safer to return to the Mo family in the morning." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!