On Yifang Street in Chang'an City, west of Chang'an City, pedestrians are coming and going, and vendors are shouting and selling. Compared with the depression of other cities, this place is extremely lively. Because this is the place where the three religions and nine streams of Chang'an City gather, many Han, Liao, and Jin people gather together.
People, there are even great cannibals, Persians, etc.
Zhao Min wore a snow-white long coat and a furry short jacket and cotton-padded jacket. She followed Murong Fu step by step. Although her face was still a little pale, there was a bit more sparkle in her eyes. It was obvious that she was in a good mood.
Murong Fu walked leisurely in front, scanning the shops on both sides of the street from time to time, as if he was looking for something.
After walking for a while, Zhao Min felt hungry and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what are you looking for? Where can't you eat in so many restaurants?"
Murong Fu frowned, "Don't most of you have hot pot restaurants?"
The weather is so cold, of course hot pot is the best choice.
"Hot pot?" Zhao Min was stunned when he heard this, not knowing what he meant.
Murong Fu came to his senses and explained, "Oh, it's what you call 'antique soup', is it available?"
It was only later that he learned that hot pot existed in this world as early as the Warring States Period, but the name was different. Since this way of eating emerged in the Song Dynasty, many countries used the name of the Song people and called it "Gudong".
"" has a homophonic pronunciation, so it is called "antique soup", also known as antique soup.
When Zhao Min heard this, he suddenly understood and rolled his eyes at him, "You told me earlier, you are just making a fuss and wandering around for a long time."
As he spoke, he took the initiative to hold his hand and walked back.
Murong Fu smiled sarcastically, "I was just acting on a whim, and I forgot that you are the landlord."
The two walked back for a while and then turned two streets.
"Hey, this is it. Humph, I'm almost not hungry anymore!" Zhao Min said angrily.
Murong Fu was surprised, "It seems like you are very familiar with this place."
Changyifang is a place of three religions and nine streams. It stands to reason that a rich princess like Zhao Min would not come here.
Zhao Min looked slightly unnatural, "I used to come here a lot to wander and make friends with strange people."
Murong Fu reacted immediately and said with a faint smile, "What kind of strange people have you made friends with?"
"There are so many, I can't even count them with ten hands."
"Hey, why are you blushing?"
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While talking, the two of them came to a restaurant, and the unique smell of mutton hot pot hit their nostrils.
"This is the most delicious restaurant. Let me tell you first, I am broke and penniless!"
"Eat with open belly, I treat you."
The hall was full of people, the soup pot was boiling, the sound of gurgling was heard, the aroma of meat and wine filled the air, and laughter could not be heard.
The waiter came over immediately and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, the shop is full."
"Is it full?" Zhao Min was surprised, and then said with a straight face, "What about the private room? Is the private room full too?"
The waiter smiled and said, "It seems that this guest is a regular customer, but unfortunately today, the second floor is also full."
Murong Fu swept away his thoughts and saw that there were only a few people on the second floor. His expression moved slightly and he said in a deep voice, "That's nonsense. There are not many people on the second floor. How can it be full?"
The waiter looked stunned, then smiled and said, "Sir, the upstairs is really full. Do you think we can ask for an early breakfast tomorrow?"
There was some carelessness in his words, and he killed all the guests upstairs. It was obvious that he was relying on his good business and was not afraid of offending the guests.
Disappointment flashed across Zhao Min's face, and he tugged on Murong Fu's sleeve, "Forget it, let's go somewhere else."
Murong Fu held her little hand with his back and said to the waiter, "How dare you, a young man, to deceive me? I have to eat here today."
The waiter looked Murong Fu up and down. Although he was well-dressed and had an extraordinary temperament, he was still a Han. In Dadu, the status of Han people was only slightly higher than that of Liao people, and far inferior to that of Yuan people. The backers of this store were Yuan people.
, so the waiter was not afraid and said mockingly, "Hey, we are here to cause trouble. I suggest you go out and find out where this place is."
Murong Fu snorted coldly, "Call your shopkeeper to come out."
"I want to see my shopkeeper, are you worthy?" The waiter changed his previous politeness and said arrogantly.
Zhao Min looked at the waiter with pity on his face, "Listen to him, go and call your shopkeeper."
"No need." Murong Fu waved his hand, and then made a move with his hand. An invisible force spread out and wrapped the waiter in an instant.
The waiter suddenly felt a huge force coming over him, squeezing his body from all directions. He could clearly feel that his body was compressing bit by bit, his bones and blood vessels were being crushed bit by bit, and the pain was excruciating.
Murong Fu gently shook his hand, and the waiter floated over involuntarily, "Now, am I worthy?"
The waiter wanted to speak, but couldn't. He wanted to nod, but couldn't move.
"Don't answer?" Murong Fu said calmly, as if he didn't know, "So I'm still not worthy."
The waiter's eyes were full of fear and despair, and he couldn't make a sound. Although there were many people sitting in the hall, no one noticed his strangeness, as if he was completely isolated.
"Okay, if you really want to kill someone, why would you care about a servant?" Zhao Min shook Murong Fu's arm and persuaded him softly.
Murong Fu then opened his hands and dispersed his strength.
There was a soft crunching sound, and the waiter fell to the ground. His nose and mouth were full of blood, and his face was pale.
"If you don't go and call your shopkeeper out, next time you look down on others, I'll crush you to death!"
The waiter was speechless, got up tremblingly, and walked towards the back hall.
After a while, a middle-aged man with a big belly came out. He looked at Murong Fu first. His expression didn't change. But when he saw Zhao Min, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He bowed and saluted, "You two, I'm sorry.
I have neglected you two, but I hope you two have more knowledge and don't have the same knowledge as him."
Murong Fu noticed the change in the middle-aged shopkeeper's expression, but didn't say anything. He waved his hand casually, "Okay, don't talk nonsense. Quickly prepare a private room for us. We've been hungry for a long time."
"This..." the shopkeeper said apologetically, his face stagnant, "Sir, I'm really sorry, the private room on the second floor of the shop has been booked, there really is no room."
Murong Fu had guessed this a long time ago and looked at him with a smile, "Then why don't you ask the person who holds the private room, maybe he is willing to let me go up?"
"My lord, you're just kidding me," the shopkeeper said with a smile, lowering his voice, "To be honest, you can't afford to offend the identity of the man upstairs, so you'd better leave as soon as possible."
He obviously knew Zhao Min's identity, but he still said such words, which shows how well-connected the person upstairs is.
Zhao Min's eyes flashed and he said through the voice, "Let's go. If an acquaintance catches me sneaking out with a man, then I won't be able to escape even if I jump into the Yellow River. I might even implicate my father, and...
...And your identity is very sensitive. How many people are waiting to eat your flesh and drink your blood now."
Murong Fu knew her concerns. Both of them had special identities. Zhao Min was the princess of the Seventh Prince's Palace who was about to marry, and Murong Fu was the enemy of the entire Yuan Dynasty. Once his identity was exposed, he would face endless pursuit.
But it was precisely because of this that he became increasingly unhappy and smiled sinisterly, "I know who the person above is. Speaking of which, I'm worried about where to find him. Don't worry, I have a way to make him keep the secret.
"
Zhao Min was dubious and couldn't help but ask, "Who is the person above?"
Murong Fu smiled and did not answer. He took her little hand and swayed around the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was shocked, and it was too late to stop them. The two of them had already climbed the stairs to the second floor, and he hurriedly chased after them.
At the stairway of the second floor, two burly men in smart clothes were guarding the place. When they saw Murong Fu and Zhao Min coming up, they raised their eyebrows slightly. One of them reached out to stop the two of them, "I'm sorry, here..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu was in a daze, and like a gust of wind, he jumped over the two of them in the blink of an eye.
The expressions of the two of them changed, and just as they were about to make a move, two powerful forces hit their shoulders and they could no longer move.
Zhao Min frowned slightly, feeling that Murong Fu's move was a little too reckless, but she couldn't stop him.
The entire second floor was empty. There was only one room occupied, and faint laughter could be heard. Murong Fu walked straight over. There were two guards in front of the door. He immediately yelled, "What's going on? Didn't you mention the second floor?"
already……"
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently, and the two of them flew out, knocking two holes out of the door.
Immediately there were several voices in the room yelling, "Who is this!"
The two people who fell on the ground also shouted hurriedly, "There are assassins, there are assassins, protect the prince!"
Murong Fu walked into the room leisurely, pressed his fingers on their acupuncture points, turned around and saw three men and one woman sitting in the room, all of whom he knew. Among them, the person sitting at the top was dressed simply, but had a dignified expression.
, who is not angry but is proud of himself, he is none other than Kublai Khan, the grandson of the fourth emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.
There are also two men, one is Kublai Khan's personal aide Liu Bingzhong, the other is wearing armor and is actually Galdan who we met just today, and the last woman is also the woman in blue whom we only met during the day.
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There was a short table in front of the four people. There was a strange-looking copper tripod on the short table. The flame was burning under the tripod, the broth was boiling in the tripod, and there were plates of meat and vegetables around it.
At this time, the four people were looking at Murong Fu with dull expressions, especially Galdan and the woman in blue, who were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths for a long time.
Kublai Khan was the first to come to his senses and exclaimed, "It's you!"
"It's me." Murong Fu smiled faintly, "Xiaosi, you are so domineering. Four people have to take up such a big space when eating. You have a few more butts than others? Or something? I remember correctly.
If so, it seems that Chang'an City is not yours yet, right?"
When Zhao Min discovered Kublai Khan for the first time, he immediately shrank behind him and lowered his head. After hearing these words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then he realized something was wrong and pulled his sleeves to signal.
He leaves quickly.
But Murong Fu seemed unaware.
At this time, Galdan stood up suddenly and shouted angrily, "How dare you, do you know who is sitting in front of you? How dare a lowly Han Chinese be rude to the prince, how many heads do you have!"?
After hearing this, Kublai Khan's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.