Dandere General and his Lord

A woman in a blue turban was busy beside the steaming pot.

The business of the noodle stall was good, and all three tables were occupied.

There was a young couple sitting at a table, head to head, eating noodles from bowls.

Although they all changed into their casual clothes, Zhang Fu recognized at a glance that it was the lord and Mo Qiaosheng.

"Lord... The princess is wearing a skirt. I haven't seen her like this for a long time." Xiao Xiu squeezed by the window and said naively.

Zhang Fu watched the scene in front of him silently.

The lord, he, no, it was her, sitting on the humble noodle stall, talking and laughing easily and freely. It's like that bowl of thick noodles is some kind of delicacy.

The Lord's Fair Day is above the court, and facing these courtiers, he has a calm attitude that does not match his age.

Zhang Fu almost forgot that she was actually a very young woman.

It turned out that she also had the same innocent and detached side as ordinary young women.

"Can't you really keep it?" Xiao Xiu looked out the window and said something that only Zhang Fu could understand, "I think she may be pressing herself down on weekdays. This appearance is the best for her. When you are happy?"

Zhang Fu said coldly, "The Lord of a country controls the world, what can't you get? Who can't get it? She will understand in the future."

Xiao Xiu moved her lips and swallowed the words in her mouth.

"I know what you think, but have you ever thought that leaving such a handle will leave a huge hidden danger, and even shake the foundation of our entire Jin state."

Xiao Xiu lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Mr.'s words are justified. Xiaoxiu just thinks that the lord doesn't understand these truths, but she still left my life behind and rescued Mr. Maybe it's because there is such a master that I can't bear it."

Zhang Fu lowered the curtains and was silent for a moment: "I can't bear it, what can I do."

He felt a turmoil in his heart.

Zhang Fu felt that he had changed. Once, he served under the old Marquis of Jinwei and mastered the country's intelligence system, and would never influence his decision because of these personal emotions.

Calmness and self-restraint is the attitude that a counselor and a military division should have.

Now, he just wants to do better for the lord.

But why was he disturbed by these ridiculous and irrational emotions.

Cheng Qianye didn't know that Zhang Fu passed by them, she quickly sucked the noodles in the bowl and sweated.

"Good workmanship, Madam Boss." She sighed contentedly and praised when the bowl of noodle soup bottomed out.

He asked the people around him: "Is it delicious? Qiaosheng."

Mo Qiaosheng nodded with a bulging face. He ate quickly and had a large appetite. He had already eaten the third bowl.

The stall owner with a blue headscarf carried a small doll on her back. She was busy busy and turned around with a smile, "If the guests like it, I will come to take care of it more often in the future."

A little girl of six or seven years old was squatting at her feet, and she was skillfully washing dishes and chopsticks in a large wooden basin.

"You look familiar to me?" Cheng Qianye was a little puzzled and asked, "Have you studied at Tianxiang Girls' Academy?"

She remembered that she had seen this stall owner at the entrance of Yao Tianxiang's Women's Academy.

At that time, the lady was squeezed by an elder in the family and slapped with the sole of her shoe, and she was not allowed to study in the school hall. But in the end, she still firmly walked into the gate of the academy. Cheng Qianye was impressed by her appearance at that time.

The stall owner wiped his hands on the apron and turned around with a smile: "The slave family learned this craft from the master at the Women's Academy, and with the help of Mrs. Tianxiang, this is how they can set up this stall here and become self-reliant. , to support a family, young and old. Could it be that the little lady knows Mrs.

Cheng Qianye coughed and said a little embarrassedly: "It's a little familiar, it turns out that Tianxiang's school also teaches the craft of making noodles."

The stall owner brought a plate of pickles and put it on their table.

"Since you are Madam's friend, then this meal is even an invitation from the slave's family. I hope you two don't delay it." She stood at the table and patted the child on her back, "In the women's school hall, What I teach is all kinds of skills suitable for women. Let us women learn, and also have a skill, if it weren't for Mrs. Tianxiang's grace, how could I..."

Her eyes turned red, but she didn't continue to complain, instead she smiled and said: "Thanks to the lady's blessing, we have a chance to stand in this world with no roots and no foundation. I don't know how to thank me in my heart. Mrs. Tianxiang. I also ask the little lady to express her gratitude for me if she sees her."

Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng stood up to leave.

"I'm so full, she made the noodles so delicious, and I like them too." Cheng Qianye touched his stomach, "Qiaosheng, what did you quietly leave on the table?"

Mo Qiaosheng didn't say anything, just smiled lightly.

"I see, did you leave the whole purse behind?"

"I," Mo Qiaosheng's face turned slightly red, "this month's salary has all been kept."

"It's alright, alright, I know what you mean, come to the palace every day for this month to accompany me to dinner, haha."

Chapter 90

Mo Qiaosheng sent Cheng Qianye back to the Princess Mansion and said goodbye to her outside the gate.

The house's own servant girl came out and respectfully took Cheng Qianye in.

This house is small and elegant, and there are not many servants in it, but all of them are silent and reserved, low-key and quiet when they do things.

Looking at their faces, there is almost nothing that stands out, but after getting along for a long time, you will feel that everyone is a little different from ordinary people.

For Cheng Qianye, it was a bit like the feeling that A Yang, who was next to Zhou Zixi, gave her the feeling that no matter what they looked like, they were rigid and loyal in their hearts, and had almost no ideas of their own.

These people were arranged by Zhang Fu.

In this era of war and chaos, every country has more or less some intelligence system that belongs to the country.

When the old Jin Weihou was alive, Zhang Fu was in charge of Jin's intelligence agency, and he had a group of spies who had been trained for a long time. After Cheng Qianye succeeded to the throne, he also supported him to continue this work.

It is for this reason that Zhang Fu was able to be in Jiangcheng at the beginning, but he still provided Bianzhou with news from various countries. Later, he also relied on the advance grasp of various information to successfully enter the Quanrong.

Although the old Jin Weihou did not pay enough attention, Jin did not put a lot of effort into the espionage work.

However, after Chiba's verification, at least the servants who stay in this mansion are indeed loyal and uncompromising towards the country and the king.

When Cheng Qianye came in all the way, their bodies without exception lit up with golden edges.

Zhang Fu is not like Cheng Qianye, who can see the hearts of others. He has really picked the right person and mastered the hearts of his subordinates.

Cheng Qianye deeply knew how difficult it was, and she also admired Zhang Fu in this regard.

Cheng Qianye changed into men's clothes in the dark room, and planned to return to Yao Tianxiang's house through a secret passage, and then return to the palace with Yao Tianxiang openly.

A maid named Chun knelt outside the door and whispered, "My lord, Master Zhang is here."

Cheng Qianye opened the door, Zhang Fu gave a low-key salute and stepped into the inner room.

A woman followed behind him, this person was A Jia, who was Cheng Qianye's "substitute".

When Cheng Qianye was not in the princess' mansion, she would put on the princess' clothes, stay in the mansion and pretend to be Cheng Qianye.

This woman is somewhat similar to Cheng Qianye, no matter her age or stature.

At this moment, she was wearing the clothes that Princess Qianye had just worn out, sitting diagonally opposite Cheng Qianye herself.

Cheng Qianye observed carefully, even if she was sitting there, regardless of her demeanor or some subtle movements, she was almost exactly the same as Cheng Qianye herself.

Sometimes she would raise her face and smile at Cheng Qianye, and sometimes she would reach out and touch her chin thoughtfully.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he made a voice unique to Cheng Qianye: "Brother, are you going back now?"

Although her facial features are completely different from Cheng Qianye's, if she looks from a distance or wears a veil, even Cheng Qianye feels in a trance that she sees another self.

"How did this happen?" Although he had seen her many times, Cheng Qianye still felt very rare.

"A Jia, she is very good at disguising her voice and behavior." Zhang Fu replied, "But for the sake of prudence, I have always asked her to call her sick and thank her. Except for the two people who served personally, even the people in this mansion, no one came close. See her as she is. No one knew she wasn't a real princess."

Cheng Qianye nodded, "The arrangement is really meticulous."