At the same time, several veterans who returned home also knelt on the ground with a thud.
He kowtowed devoutly to the gold powder floating in the air.
Nowadays, the emperor of the current dynasty is ignorant, indulges in women, and does not think about government affairs. If it is related to the fact that this son is not the real dragon emperor, then all this can be explained.
The appearance of this letter shows that the true dragon has appeared! This is the destiny of heaven!
As long as they take advantage of the east wind, they, as ministers, can set the right path, turn the tide from collapse, and leave their names in history!
Suddenly, all the veterans clenched their fists and waited for the time to come.
In the realm of Magic Mountain, the headquarters of the Beggar Clan, lies the ruins of the former Nanyin Temple.
Song Lan, who was wearing an indigo tunic, was lying on a carved lounge chair covered with ice silk cushions. The little maid next to him was diligently fanning him with a fan. There was also a pot of freshly dug food from the cellar beside him.
ice cubes.
On the low carved table in front of the lounge chair, there are crystal clear grapes, sweet and delicate pastries, and a bowl of ice powder with floating water vapor.
This was incompatible with Mu Mingjing, who was sitting next to him on a straw mat, wearing straw sandals and eating black and hard buns.
Song Lan ate a grape sent by her maid, glanced at Mu Mingjing, and asked, "Hey, little gang leader, have you delivered all the letters?"
Mu Mingjing took a bite of the buns bitterly and said angrily: "It's delivered."
Song Lan's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, and she said: "Why are you acting so ugly? Why don't you welcome me? You haven't read a book and you are young. If I don't stare at you here, you will be the emperor."
What should I do if things get messed up?”
"You can come as you please, I... can of course be supervised, but why are you doing such a grand show? I am a beggar gang here." Mu Mingjing became angrier as he spoke.
Song Lan couldn't stay in a good inn, so he came here as long as he wanted to help him. He also brought dozens of servants and a hundred maids to serve him, like a wealthy lady who didn't like this or that.
.
He has never seen a man who lives his life more delicately than a girl.
"Hey, are you hating the rich? It's not right for a child to think like this." Song Lan narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.
"I don't want to talk to you. Anyway, when this incident comes to an end, you should get out as soon as possible. You are not welcome in the Beggar Clan." Mu Mingjing turned away and was still very angry. She didn't know what her sister-in-law's taste was in choosing men.
Even such an embroidered pillow caught her eye, and he felt really sorry for Brother Mu.
Song Lan twitched the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt that although this little beggar was dirty and smelly, he was somewhat interesting.
He stood up, took a piece of lotus root powder and osmanthus cake, twisted Mu Mingjing's chin with two fingers, pried his lips open, and stuffed the cake inside.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your mouth is so pouted that you can hang an oil can on it. Okay, stop chewing the buns and have a snack."
When Mu Mingjing realized that a piece of pastry was stuffed in his mouth, he was about to spit it out, but suddenly he felt a sweetness filling his mouth. The pastry was extremely satisfying, which greatly satisfied his taste buds that had never seen the world before.
This was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. It didn't even resemble earthly food. It was like it was eaten by fairies in the sky.
He couldn't help but swallow it in one gulp.
I saw Song Lan in front of me, with fair skin and beautiful face, peach blossom eyes and a smile. She was looking at him jokingly, as if she was looking at an interesting little animal.
"Is it tasty?"
Mu Mingjing glared at him, walked to the low table, picked up the plate of snacks, and walked out confidently.
Song Lan looked sideways and thought to herself, "Tsk, he's still a greedy kid."
But they saw Mu Mingjing feeding the pastries in his hand to the old beggars lying at the door one by one, as if they were offering treasures.
"..." Song Lan sighed and said, "That's all, let's make more of these pastries and distribute them in the city."
The boy next to him nodded and said, "Sir, how many pieces do you want to make?"
"Two hundred thousand," Song Lan paused, then added, "Make a hundred of the notes for the ministers and mix them in."
Mu Mingjing had just finished dividing the cakes and came in when he heard Song Lan's arrangement.
He opened his mouth in shock: "You... don't have to be like this, others are giving you porridge and you are giving cakes. It costs too much money... Besides, if you want to spread the news, I will just do it."
Song Lan glanced at Mu Mingjing disdainfully and said: "This little money is not even a drop in the bucket for my Song family. What's more, it will be easier for those who have never seen the world to remember it."
Mu Mingjing was speechless and thought to himself: If he is willing to spend the money, he will spend it. It is estimated that ninety-nine of the hundred will be swallowed up like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and the note cannot be seen.
So, he quietly arranged for people to spread the news.