Soldiers Card System

When Su Lu left the palace, the lights were already on.

Suzaku Street is brightly lit, with pedestrians in an endless stream, wine shops and various shops are all lit up, full of diners.

Li Qing ascended the throne, listened to Su Lu's words, and announced the lifting of the curfew, allowing the people to have fun all night long.

Li Kun greeted Mounder to put Su Lu’s wheelchair into the carriage, but Su Lu refused. Such a lively scene was only seen during Shangyuan, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Spring Festival in previous years. It’s too much if you don’t take a walk. Pity.

The mud was pushing the wheelchair, and a group of guards followed behind, walking slowly in the night market.

The voices of the vendors selling candied haws are as bright as the sugar on top of the candied haws, the crock soup stalls exude a scent of scent, and the large intestines tumbling in the big pots on the stewed cooking stalls are mouth-watering.

"Wonton, noodle soup, pancakes."

"Chicken, old duck soup, vermicelli soup."

"Spring rolls, shortbread, ham."

All kinds of cries are endless.

The guards from the north have never seen such a scene, stop and go, the night market that was originally half a li, was born into a fifteen li by Li Kun.

Several guards grabbed Li Kun and pointed at the index fingers along the way. Li Kun was also constantly agitating in his throat, but Su Lu didn't speak, and he only dared to have an eye addiction.

"This duck blood vermicelli soup is really good, it's worthy of being a must in Han."

A bold voice sounded from the front booth, and a big beard stood up boldly, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand, and shouted:

"Boss, another bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, it's delicious."

Su Lu frowned slightly when he looked at the sitting man. The accent of this big man was not from Han, but it shouldn't be from Tang, but seeing him sitting with his back to himself, the back of the happy man who was eating seemed familiar.

"Second brother, the brethren have been hungry for a long time, why don't you come with a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup to cushion your stomach?"

Li Kun couldn't bear the pleading of several brothers, and bit the bullet and asked Su Lu.

Su Lu glanced at the stall and nodded: "Let's go, go to that stall to eat. The foreign ministers said it was delicious, and it should taste good."

"Foreign Minister?"

Li Kun glanced at the several big men in the booth, pressed the hilt of the knife around his waist, his face was a little moved. Damn, it won't be so miserable, you can meet an assassin guy after a meal.

When the boss saw a group of guards coming over for dinner, he was overjoyed and came over and said:

"My military masters, but you have to eat. My Lao Li's duck blood vermicelli soup is a must in Beijing. I promise to make you enjoy eating, drinking, and playing."

Hearing the boss's words, the back figure sitting on the back of the food turned his head and was meeting Su Lu's gaze. The big man lost his chopsticks and stood up boldly.

"Su Hou, General Su, haven't seen him for many days, Su Hou is...has a lame leg?"

General Wei, Tang's envoy, looked at Su Lu, his black face was full of surprise, and his eyes were staring like copper bells.

Su Lu instructed Li Kun to say: "Just eat here, give the brothers a tooth sacrifice, and then take some back home to eat for the brothers in the house."

The boss rolled up his sleeves happily, and the pitch went up three points higher:

"Okay, please sit down objectively, Yaomei, 14 copies of duck blood vermicelli soup, ready to serve."

"Dare to ask everyone objectively, I still have braised pork here, pig head, pig face, pig ears, pig liver, pig intestines, pig trotter, how many older people would like to add some dishes?"

Having said this, the boss lowered his voice, leaned in and said:

"I also have the finest spirits from the North, from the vast Tule prairie. The spirits that Lima drank all agreed?"

Several guards came in interest, taunting the boss to brag that he was from the North, where he had drunk the **** Thule spirits, and the Thule people were all good at drinking mare's milk.

There were more than a dozen people on the stall, and it suddenly became a mess.

Su Lu arrived in front of General Wei and asked, "General Wei, the envoy of your country has returned to the post house, why are you eating here alone?"

Before General Wei spoke, the two big men next to him were reluctant.

"It is said that Suhou's poems are unparalleled, and the military formation is unmatched. From the face of it, it's not too bad."

"Eating here alone, am I not a human being waiting?"

Su Lu froze for a moment, then laughed.

"The two generals forgive me. It was Su Mou's eyesight that General Wei has always been alone in my capital. I didn't expect that this time I had an appointment with two heroes."

General Wei interrupted the man who wanted to speak, and introduced Su Lu:

"Master Hou, these two are the envoys of the West Qin Dynasty who are serving Pu Chao and deputy envoy Ma Yuan."

"It's all rude guys!

Xi Qin still doesn't value your Han country. The envoys sent are all such rude men. This is to make it clear that you don't want to make friends with your Han country. "

Pu Chao heard this and pushed General Wei, "Wei Xiu, you are still the same as before!

I want to hack us whenever I have a chance, and it’s not something. Suhou should not listen to his rumors. I, Puchao, the official residence of the Guandong Economic and Technical Officer, has full authority to handle the border dispute between Daqin and Han. "

"The deputy envoy Ma Yuan came from the post of the governor of Liangzhou. It is from the poem written by you Suhou, Liangzhou Ci. This word is very much in the heart of the emperor of Qin. If Suhou is willing, our country is willing to be desolate. The state governor is waiting for his post."

"Just brag."

General Wei scolded his entourage for moving a stool to let Su Lu sit down, and introduced Su Lu:

"Master Hou, this is braised. The owner makes delicious. Every time I come to Han, I have to eat a few bowls."

Su Lu ordered a bowl of wontons and a few pancakes, and said after eating:

"The three are guests from afar, and they should have offended you, but this time my princess is enthroned, I hope that the three of them will save face and don't make trouble."

General Wei laughed, and put the bowl on his hand on the table, saying sullenly:

"Hou Ye's poems, I admire it tightly. Do you still have to rely on force to speak about major national issues? I don't admire Hou Ye's force."

Pu Chao took the chopsticks and stirred it in the stewed bowl, his voice was also full of teasing:

"If Lord Hou is willing to abandon the foundation of the Han Kingdom and join me in Da Qin, I will give you some face, even if I use Da Qin's strength to help Li Qing ascend to the throne, there is no problem."

General Wei snorted coldly: "Pu Chao, do you want to die? Dig the corner in front of me. Master Hou is the person I value in Datang. You dare to poach Master Hou away. Believe me or not, Datang will send out troops. You Qin State."

Ma Yuan sneered: "Wei Xiu, just say you don't practice the fake style, you try it, my Da Qin is not the Han country where you can knead, everyone fight and see who can win."

Su Lu put down the wonton bowl, nibbling on the pancakes, stood up and talked.

"Since you don't save face, let's see the real chapter on the battlefield. Thank you for your hospitality for this meal."

Su Lushou made a move: "After eating, leave."

Wei Xiu stood up numbly, "Lao Pu, you have a lot of people, please treat me."

Pu Chao smiled and said: "I'm sorry, we have paid the money, boss, I don't know them, I want money to find him."

Wei Xiu dumbly looked at the guard who had slipped away, looked at the bowls piled up on the table, and touched his money bag, his face was as black as pot stickers.

This time it's over, half a month's salary is gone...