Song of the Four Realms

In the royal city of the Kun Dynasty.

The main building of Shenji Pavilion.

Behind the tall tower straight into the sky.

This tall tower, which carried the information collected by the Shenji Pavilion since its establishment, was only seven inches shorter than the one behind the palace.

The main hall at this time.

The person in charge seemed displeased, as if he had nothing to do, he personally studied the ink and arranged the rice paper, writing standard and square characters.

The most written is the country.

"Lord God."

A waiter served the scroll and slowly opened it.

Still writing with displeasure.

"Inherit the information to the king, this is the task the king gave us."

"Yes." The waiter carefully rewound the scroll and stepped back to leave.

"Superior."

A figure appeared behind the tulle door curtain next to the displeased.The god was displeased to put down the things in his hands and saluted there.

"How many new trainings have the assassins had?" The voice was the one who had talked to Bai Muliao from the Shenji Pavilion sub-office.

"More than [-]%."

God is not happy to answer truthfully.

"The extra [-]% will be sent to Bai Muliu at the Shenji of Yiwei City." The superior didn't say much, and disappeared after speaking.

"Follow the orders of the superior."

Salute in front of the empty tulle door curtain.

"Is it the Shenji Department of Yiwei City? There are hundreds of people in [-]%, how can we bypass the Tianji Battalion and send them there?"

In the Tianji camp in Wangcheng.

The person in charge, Tang Buzhi, has nothing to do.

"Boss."

Zhi Zou, who was dressed in armor, stumbled and approached Tang Buzhi at a small sprint.

Tang Buzhi opened his eyes to see the sweat dripping down his face.

"What are you in a hurry for?"

Throwing the white towel at hand onto Shizuo's face forcefully.

"Wipe off your sweat, take a breath before talking."

Zhi Zuo wiped his face and neck carefully, and the white towel turned into a black existence.

"Boss, the Shenji Pavilion is messing up again." Zhizhuo approached Tang Buzhi and whispered in his ear.

"So? Get to the point." Tang Buzhi continued.

"The point is that the Shenji Pavilion is overstepping its authority and targeting us everywhere." Zhi Zou said loudly.

"Hiss~" Tang Buzhi jumped up in shock from the sudden loud voice.

"My ears."

Think about it later.

Tang Buzhi said: "The masters of the Shenji Pavilion are external, but if people from other dynasties invade our interior, they will lead and we will be supplemented. This is because the gray area is not easy to control. So we can't say anything about their overreach at the moment. .”

Tang Buzhi clasped his little fingers and played with his ears.

"But~" He thought about it again, "How many new assassins are going to the Acropolis?"

Zhi Zou flipped through the thread-bound book he had recorded.

"More than a hundred."

"Hmm~" Tang Buzhi became quiet again, he was considering the stakes.

"Let's do this. Tianfeng."

"Here!" Zhi walked and called Tianfeng.

"Hiss~ Take it easy."

Tianfeng's voice was high and low, which was unbearable for anyone.

"Pull the new executives to Yiwei City. If Shenji Pavilion asks the reason, you can say that it is to select a new batch of five-level executives from the examination."

"Tianfeng understands."

After Tianfeng saluted, he turned and left.

By the tent curtain.Tianfeng was about to raise the curtain.

"That's right." Tang Buzhi thought of something else.

"Is there anything else, Boss?" He lowered the curtain and waited quietly.

"This is your elder sister's favorite snack when she was a child. This is the royal food of the palace, not in the Acropolis." As he spoke, Tang Buzhi took out a small burlap bag of unknown contents from his drawer, and threw it to the Tianfeng.

After Tianfeng caught it, he smiled and said, "As expected of the boss, he has even considered such trivial matters."

"Go quickly. Don't be preempted by Shenji Pavilion."

"okay."

Wait for Tianfeng to leave.The curtain is quiet.

Tang Buzhi closed his eyes and frowned.

"God is not happy, God is not happy. Your hands are too long after all. The king is almost unable to control you." Tang Buzhi murmured slowly, "It's a pity that Zhijiao is not happy, sighing at the horseshoes and ruts."

At the same time, the main hall of the Shenji Pavilion.

God's displeasure is written on the rice paper - self-pity for the uninhibited, and the heart of things is often checked.

"Tang Buzhi, do you think I have overstepped? No, this is what the king ordered."

An acropolis.

In the past few days, Bai Zhuoke came to drink with Ling Fengyu from time to time, in the name of singing to the wine, but in fact he wanted Ling Fengyu to pay for the wine.

Ling Fengyu also enjoyed it.

After all, there are some things that only Baizhuoke can do.

I do not belong to the Kun Dynasty.

"Brother Yufeng."

It was midnight again, and Bai Zhuoke somehow found Ling Fengyu who was fishing in the moat at night.

"Brother Yufeng, there aren't many big fish in the moat flowing into the city."

Bai Zhuoke looked at the surface of the water shimmering due to the night wind.

Ling Fengyu stretched out his index finger to his mouth with his free hand.Signaled not to speak.

Baizhuoke looked around.

It was found that there was a small gray stove on the left of Ling Fengyu, and a pot of boiling water was placed on it.

From time to time, the spare hands picked up the dead branches on the spot and threw them into the stove, maintaining a small firepower.

There was also an jar of unopened wine.

The one marked is that of the restaurant.

Five years old wine.

Baizhuo shrugged.

He moved a wooden pier and sat next to Ling Fengyu on the spot.

Quietly watching Ling Fengyu fishing.

Suddenly!

Ling Fengyu's eyes brightened.

The air sank to the dantian, and then he took a horse stance, holding Jasper's thin bamboo pole with both hands, and lifting it up, the bamboo pole bent into a semicircle.

Not long after, a five-inch fish was pulled from the water to the shore.It's still wriggling.

It's just that Ling Fengyu flicked his fingers on the fish's head, and it couldn't move soon.

The scales are scraped off, the fins are removed, and the belly is ripped open.

Put the shallot knot into the empty fish maw.

Each diamond-shaped ginger slice is inlaid in the cut pattern.

Open the five-year-old wine and pour it along the side of the pot. When the wine is boiled again, the fish is just right in size.

Ling Fengyu took out a white jade jug from nowhere, poured the remaining wine liquid in the wine jar into it, and placed two small white porcelain wine cups on it.

After a while, the fish is cooked, sprinkle with a little fine salt.The large dead branches are pulled out, and the flame is weak.

A pair of chopsticks was passed to Bai Zhuoke.

"Try it."

Bai Zhuoke first moved the wooden pier closer, and then took Ling Fengyu's chopsticks.

hmm~

Bai Zhuoke always felt that this set of smooth and flowing movements contained some meaning.

The bland fish, the light soup, but it is very suitable for this old wine with a strong taste.

Wine is the protagonist.

When one fish is eaten cleanly, the hook that obviously has no bait attracts another one.

Just in time, Ling Fengyu tried again.

He opened a small altar of wine for Yeyin.

Made a new one.

Bai Zhuoke tasted it again, at this moment the taste of fish was strong, but the wine was light, focusing on the fish.

Baizhuoke seemed to understand something.

"Brother Yufeng, what do you mean by borrowing something?"

"Ha ha."

Ling Fengyu chuckled.