After returning to Li Chengfeng's side, he commanded the palace day and night for three days.
He taught the process to the shadow who rushed back.
This place is full of people from the two secret troops of Heiyu and Fenghuo, and the ice making location is also in the palace, so he is not worried about the leak of the ice making method.
From renting a shared fan to making shaved ice, he was already exhausted after directing the ice making process for three days.
When he returned to the King's Mansion, Li Chengfeng fell asleep and continued to sleep from early morning to late evening.
When he woke up again, he found two uninvited guests at the door, which were Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng who had been cheated on the list of missions by him.
Since confirming the list of missions, the two have been constantly browsing through various Tubo materials to prepare for the mission.
These two days, they came to the royal palace every day to discuss specific matters with Li Chengfeng, but they never saw him.
There was no choice but to let the servants in the family look at the King's Mansion.
Look, they received the news just after Li Chengfeng came back this morning and rushed over immediately after he got off the court.
"Why are they looking for me?" Li Chengfeng walked out of the living room of the palace with doubts and welcomed them in.
Li Chengfeng had not noticed it before, but when he got close to the two, he found that they had rented a halter fan around their necks.
"What are you doing with me?" Li Chengfeng asked, pouring two cups of newly brewed black tea for them.
"This is the current situation in various Tubo departments that we have sorted out. Before we go on a mission, we came to communicate with the Eighth Prince."
Du Ruhui took out a yellowed special sheepskin scroll from his arms.
In fact, he and Wei Zheng were so anxious to communicate with Li Chengfeng so that they would not make jokes when they were on missions.
If the eighth prince had any embarrassing things in Tubo, it would be bad if he left a laughing stock.
After all, this eighth prince has always had a slight personality and is always silent.
Li Chengfeng took the scroll and spread it out. The scroll was painted with a simple Tubo map, and several Tubo parts were specially circled out with a pen.
The current Tubo king of Tubo was named Nangri Lunzan, and during his ascension, he integrated many loose tribes into his command.
Among them, four major tribes are royal servants, which are closely related to the royal family's life and death. They are emerging nobles in Tubo.
But because of their heavy use, the tribes headed by Xiangxiong tribe became increasingly dissatisfied with Nangri Lun.
Not only that, the inner brother of the royal tribe, Nengri Cocoken, is increasingly ambitions, and it is suspected of becoming more and more threatening the royal family.
That's why Nang Ri Lunzan was so urgently trying to launch a foreign war to win time for dealing with internal conflicts.
After seeing the scroll, Li Chengfeng nodded and looked at Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng with his eyes full of praise.
The treatments compiled by the two people are rare from the various departments to the customs and customs.
"Thank you for your hard work to sort out this information for the boy. I thank you here."
Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng looked at each other and smiled at each other. A big rock fell to the ground in his heart.
"It's nothing for us to work hard, but the Eighth Prince will have to work hard to go on a mission in the future."
"I have to go home to sort out today's memorials, so I will leave first!"
The two stood up and bowed to Li Chengfeng deeply, turned around and left the hall of the palace and walked out.
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After the two left, Li Chengfeng rested at home for a while and did not leave the palace until the hour of Xu.
He hasn't been able to take a good tour of Xijing City for so many days after he has returned.
This time is exactly when each family has had dinner, and various late-night snacks and small items are stationed on both sides of the street.
Young boys and girls wearing silk and satin were having fun together on the streets in groups.
The sound of hawking on the street and the sound of pedestrians chatting on the road, mixed with the sound of pots and pans at the snack stall, is a different feeling.
Not long after he walked out, he saw the crowd in front of him, and screams burst into exclamations one after another.
From a distance, a middle-aged man in the crowd was cursing, chasing a boy with a feather duster in his hand.
Both of these two people have been met by Li Chengfeng, Duke Lu, Cheng Yaojin and his son Cheng Huailiang.
"You little brat dare to secretly drink my wine. I won't beat you to death today!" Cheng Yaojin's face turned red and his neck was thick.
Cheng Huailiang was dodging and chattering: "I just drank a little, and those wines were obviously what you always drank by yourself."
"You dare to say something!" Cheng Yaojin was so angry at these words that he pulled out the sword from his waist and rushed towards Cheng Huailiang.
Seeing Cheng Yaojin taking out his sword, the onlookers dispersed one after another. Cheng Huailiang saw Li Chengfeng behind the crowd at first glance.
Cheng Huailiang quickly avoided the sword behind him and ran behind Li Chengfeng.
Cheng Yaojin, who was angry, refused to give in and rushed straight towards him.
"Eighth Prince, please get out of the way. This kid ate the imperial wine that His Majesty gave me. I must beat this kid to death today!" He said gritting his teeth.
Li Chengfeng waved his hands repeatedly. After all, the father and son were both officials of the current dynasty, how could it be that they would be a ritual to fight on the street!
"Duke Lu, don't worry. There is a batch of fine wine in your house to send to your house. Why bother to get angry in the street!" Li Chengfeng advised.
When the two fathers and sons of the Cheng family heard that there was good wine, their eyes lit up.
Cheng Yaojin dropped his sword and looked at Cheng Huailiang behind Li Chengfeng with anger.
"The eighth prince pleads for you, so I will let you go for now."
But soon he changed his subject: "Eighth Prince, how much fine wine do you mean? I'll just want a hundred and eight jars of wine, drinking will make things worse!"
Li Chengfeng looked at the pair of Cheng's treasures in front of him and couldn't help but laugh.
However, he does have something to look for Cheng Yaojin now, and he happened to talk to Cheng Yaojin with this excuse.
"Duke Lu is so elegant and happy. Why not come to Xiaowang's mansion and drink it well!"
Li Chengfeng took Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Huailiang back to the palace, took out a bottle of Maotai from the system and poured a cup for them.
The rich sauce aroma just poured out of the wine quickly filled the entire living room with a delicate and delicate aroma.
The Cheng family and his son, who loved wine, were hooked up in their stomachs, picked up their glasses and drank them all.
"Good wine! This wine is three points better than the wine His Majesty gave me!" Cheng Yaojin looked proud.
After Cheng Yaojin had almost finished drinking, Li Chengfeng said slowly: "Duke Lu is really not hiding it, and I have another request for you."
Hearing this sentence, Cheng Yaojin was so scared that the wine glass in his hand fell on the table.
Just now, there was a fine wine in front of me, just drinking, and forgetting what kind of demon Li Chengfeng is.
"Boy wants you..." Li Chengfeng said slowly in Cheng Yaojin's ear.
After listening, Cheng Yaojin, who was slightly drunk just now, felt a sudden heart, and the wine in his hand was no longer fragrant.
He gave Li Chengfeng a blank look and said to himself: "White Zheng is right, drinking really makes mistakes."
"Oh... I promised you, the Eighth Prince!"
Li Chengfeng smiled happily, took out another bottle of Moutai from the side and stuffed it into Cheng Yaojin's hand.
Next to the two, Cheng Huailiang, who was already drunk, snored loudly and had already dreamed of Duke Zhou.
Chapter completed!