In the noodle shop, a huge pot was placed on the huge stove, steaming with white steam.

The noodle-slicing master holds the dough on his shoulder with one hand and keeps cutting with the blade in the other hand, just like a swordsman hidden among the people in the world.

I saw strips of noodles flying into the pot, the thickness was just right.

Put the noodles into a bowl, then scoop out a spoonful of tender beef and pour the soup over it. It's simple but delicious.

Stove fire and cooking smoke are the simplest street smoke in this world.

The prince waved to the waiter: "Brother, let's have a bowl of noodles."

The waiter also recognized him and immediately smiled and said: "Okay, Your Majesty, just wait, I'll be here soon!"

Chen Ji was surprised: "Your Majesty, the guys here know you."

The prince sat down at the wooden table in the noodle shop and casually wiped the table with his sleeves made of fine fabrics: "I often come here when I don't go to Donglin Academy. I often think about this when I am in the academy."

"As the heir apparent, why would you come to this small noodle shop to eat?"

The prince took out a pair of chopsticks from the wooden bucket on the table: "In the palace, it takes a full stick of incense to go from the dining room to the room. The meal is cold when it is brought to you. When I was a child, I said I wanted to go

When I eat in the kitchen, they say I have no rules... Unlike here, the noodles are still hot when they are served to you. Add some vinegar and break off two cloves of garlic, and you will feel comfortable eating."

"The noodle shop guy doesn't seem to care about your prince's identity."

"Haha," the prince said proudly, "Father taught us to be kind to others and not to keep our status high. Haven't you seen that all the neighbors like me? This is the reputation my father has accumulated in Luo City for more than ten years!"

Chen Ji stopped asking. Such princes and Prince Jing were unusual in a world where people were divided into three, six or nine levels.

The waiter brought the prince's shaved noodles to the table. The prince rubbed his chopsticks and poured vinegar into the bowl while looking at Bai Li: "Bai Li, give him ten taels of silver. That half of the poem belongs to me... Bai Li

?”

Bai Li came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

The prince asked curiously: "What were you thinking about just now? You were lost in thought."

"Oh," Bai Li responded, "I'm thinking about the half-line of Chen Ji's poem just now...I can't say what's good about it, I just think it's very artistic."

The prince smiled and said: "Then we are the same. I think it is good, but I can't say what is better. Just pay."

Princess Baili glanced at Chen Ji, but this time there was no reluctance. She opened her purse neatly and took out a golden melon seed: "Here you go, it's enough gold. You can exchange it for ten taels of silver at the bank."

Chen Ji found it interesting that Princess Baili had either golden melon seeds or silver peanuts in her purse, all of which were edible.

The prince looked at him and asked curiously: "Do you have any other poems? Take them all and sell them to me for later use."

"What do you need so much for?" Chen Ji wondered.

The prince smiled and said: "Don't you understand this? One sentence at a time is not enough. It takes ten sentences at a time or a hundred sentences at a time to shock those literati."

Chen Ji thought for a while: "Good lines are made by nature, and good hands come by chance. Writing poetry is not that easy. You have to wait."

If he had to recite the entire poem, he would only know how to memorize it at night and show compassion to the peasants...but half a sentence would be too much.

After nine years of compulsory education, who can’t speak dozens of sentences?

But you can't take out too much at one time. If you take too much, it won't be valuable...

The prince was anxious: "You must have written some before, so take them out and sell them to me!"

Princess Baili on the side actually helped Chen Ji by saying, "Brother, writing poetry is not that easy. Just wait until he has good sentences again. Poems that are forced out are meaningless."

"Okay," the prince's intention was still unfinished. He said in his mouth, "People walk between heaven and earth, and suddenly they are like travelers from afar." He only felt that the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became.

Thinking that this poem would be his own from now on, he immediately took out a silver peanut from Bai Li's purse and slapped it on the table, shouting: "Boss, my prince is happy today. All the guests who come to your shop to eat noodles will be treated like me."

please!"

Chen Ji raised his eyebrows, why didn't he see that the prince had paid for it himself, but Princess Baili had to foot the bill?

No wonder the prince takes Princess Baili with him wherever he goes. Perhaps Prince Jing is worried that he is a bad learner, so he doesn't give him pocket money, and then he just sticks to his sister's small treasury?

Possible, very possible!

From this point of view, the prince is a fake rich man, and Princess Baili is the real little rich woman!

She Dengke reminded: "Chen Ji, it's time for us to go back. It's going to be closed now. Master can't do it alone."

"Okay," Chen Ji stood up and said goodbye to the Crown Prince and others: "Prince, Princess, we are going back first, and we will prepare the ladder for you in advance at night."

The Crown Prince: "...authentic, sons and daughters of the world!"

After Chen Ji and others left, Bai Li looked at the prince and said, "Brother, I feel more and more like he doesn't look like a gambler."

"It really doesn't look like it." The prince looked at the young monk who was silently chanting sutras at the side: "Little monk, my father said that you have the magical power of 'knowing other people's minds'. What do you say?"

The young monk smiled and said: "Benefactor Chen Ji has a gambling streak, and he has a very strong gambling streak, but what he gambles on is not money, but life. Such people are born to walk on the edge of a knife."

Bai Li muttered: "The more you talk, the more mysterious it becomes. Little monk, change your habit of being mysterious!"

The young monk was helpless: "I'm not trying to be mysterious, I just don't know how to describe it to you."

Bai Li stopped paying attention to him and turned to look at the prince: "Brother, why are you out too?"

The prince swallowed the noodles, took a bite of garlic, and said vaguely: "It's okay, I'll just come and take a look."

…

…

It was late at night, but the originally spacious bunk became a bit crowded because of Liang Gou'er and Liang Mao'er.

Chen Ji stood up lightly, picked up a bamboo tube and a bamboo piece, went to the courtyard, and removed the layers of white frost on the wall.

The accumulated frost on the walls of this small courtyard house can fill half a bamboo tube. How much gunpowder can be produced in this huge city of Luo...

Tonight is the day when Concubine Yun and the Military Intelligence Department of Jingchao trade goods. Chen Ji had already passed the information to the Secretary in the backyard of Bailu Pavilion when he went to Dongshi to buy clothes in the morning.

Whether their transaction will be successful or not is irrelevant.

Now that Yunyang and Jiaotu are in jail, the new boss of the Secret Service has not yet arrived, and Chen Ji has a rare good time to relax.

Practicing knives and making explosives is as comfortable as an ordinary citizen.

As old traces were scratching the soil and salt on the wall, there was a slight knock on the door.

He frowned, was he a charlatan waiting for the prince to go out to play? But the prince hadn't come yet.

Chen Ji hid the bamboo tube behind the water tank and gently approached the door: "Who is it?"

Someone outside the door said kindly: "Golden Pig."

Chen Ji's heart trembled.

Secret Agent's zodiac sign, golden pig?

Why did it come so fast!

Originally, he thought that it would take at least a month for the new person in charge of Luo City to arrive, and he also had a month to slowly prepare.

But the golden pig came very quickly, not only beyond his expectation, but probably also beyond the expectations of the Military Intelligence Department and the Liu family!

Chen Ji thought for a moment, took a deep breath, slowly opened the door of the medical center, and greeted him with a smile: "May I ask, Mr. Jin Zhu, the secret agent?"

Standing outside the door was a fat young man, wearing straw sandals, a bamboo hat, and coarse clothes. He looked like a tenant who had just entered the city from a country farm.

The other party's smile was warm and devoid of the sinister murderous aura of Yun Yang and Jing Hao: "It's me, Secret Agent Jin Zhu, my real name is Song Qian. The first thing I did when I came to Luo City was to find you."

Chen Ji calmly stepped aside: "Why is Lord Golden Pig here, where are Lord Yun Yang and White Rabbit?"

According to logic, he, an apprentice in a medical clinic, should not know that these two people were taken away by the chief criminal department, so he had to do a good job in acting.

Golden Pig walked into the hospital, looked at the environment in the main hall of the hospital, and responded with a smile: "Yun Yang and Jiao Rabbit got into a big trouble, and now they are in jail... Didn't anyone come to inform you?"

"No," Chen Ji shook his head: "Masters Yunyang and Jiaotu treat me well, why are they in prison?"

The Golden Pig shook his head: "You have misunderstood Yun Yang and White Rabbit. I'm afraid you don't know that they are taking your credit. Don't worry, this time I am here and no one can take your credit."

Chen Ji asked tentatively: "Is Master Jinzhu from the capital?"

"No, when Yunyang and Jiaotu arrived in Luocheng, I was already at Mengjin Camp of Jiefanwei outside Luocheng. Don't tell me, the big carp from the Yellow River in Mengjin territory is really delicious, especially the local braised in soy sauce

The toppings are very fragrant.”

Chen Ji was surprised: "Master Golden Pig has always been in Luo City?!"
Chapter completed!