The Shangshu Province saw that everything was going on in an orderly manner. As the hub of the operation of the Tang Dynasty, there was no room for mistakes. The right prime minister walked in with some litigation cases and took them to Fang Xuanling and said, "Mr. Fang, this is the litigation case coming today." Fang Xuanling was about to take it over and couldn't help but remember what His Majesty said when he summoned him a few days ago and put down his hand.

The Right Chief couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Could it be that he did something that made Pushe dissatisfied? Fang Xuanling said, "Your Chief, how long have you been here?", and the Right Chief said, "Report to Fang Gong, it's been a year and three months."

Fang Xuanling said: "This time is not short. Today, I will hand over these cases to you to deal with them. Then I will hand over the results to me, and tell me that I will only make decisions about the important and difficult situations in the future." The Right Chief, who was standing aside, suddenly turned rosy and tightly held his excited and trembling palms and tried to calm himself down.

I have been following Fang Xuanling for more than a year, but I can only do some errand work with Zuo Cheng, because Fang Xuanling likes to do things by herself, but it also blocks his subordinates' career. I often suffer from the ability but cannot perform it today. I suddenly heard that Fang Xuanling gave them space to perform.

Seeing the Right Chief walking out with joy uncontrollably, Fang Xuanling pondered: "Did he really have been wrong in the past?"

Time passed quickly and December was already in blink. A heavy snowfall in the past few days. The whole Chang'an couldn't help but itched and a giant snowman was piled up in his garden. Qing'er felt itchy and couldn't bear it. He didn't expect the snow to play like this.

Fang Jun quipped when she saw her in this way: "Qing'er, aren't you afraid of the cold and unwilling to come?" He saw Qing'er snorting coldly and turning away.

After the heavy snow, Honglu Temple began to get busy, just because Tuo Wentai, the prince of Gaochang, the Western Regions, wanted to come to Chang'an to pay tribute. It is naturally self-evident that it is the most important transportation hub to guard the Silk Road.

Although the Honglu Temple became busy, Fang Jun, the young minister of the Honglu Temple, took a break from his busy schedule and became a manager.

In a small town inn far away from Chang'an, I saw a group of Hu people wearing Western Regions costumes busy packing their luggage. A young Hu young man walked out of the inn and saw a Hu man saluting and saying, "Prince, we can get up."

The Hu young master said: "Bu Lianshan, do you like snow?" The Hu people didn't understand why the prince suddenly asked this. However, it was because of the sudden heavy snowfall in the past few days that caused the delay in the trip. How could he like snow? He shook his head.

The young master of Hu looked at him and smiled and said, "I don't think you will like it either, let's set off." As the eldest son of King Gaochang of the Western Regions, this party suddenly came to the court and did not know how to affect the hearts of the countries in the Western Regions.

As the saying goes, it will be clear if it does not turn cold. Fang Jun has to sit around the charcoal fire. Looking at the flames that pop up from time to time, his eyes suddenly lit up. It would be a lot warmer if he eats hot hot pot in such a cold weather. He put on a fox fur and took two girls to the blacksmith shop.

Looking at the white mist rising on the stove, Fang Jun couldn't help but sigh, "It would be great if there were chili peppers in the Tang Dynasty." Now I can only imagine that chili peppers are still in Latin America now.

Because Du Ruhui was a good friend of Fang Xuanling before, he would sometimes discuss the right or wrong of some measures taken by the court after going to court. Today, the two of them suddenly walked outside the house and suddenly smelled a seductive fragrance. Following the fragrance, they came to Fang Jundi's small courtyard. The window did not close the fragrance and floated from there.

It’s not that Fang Jun forgot to lock up, it’s just because the burning of charcoal will produce carbon monoxide. He doesn’t want to be the first to die of carbon monoxide poisoning since time traveling, but unexpectedly, this move attracted two greedy prime ministers.

It was a little strange to see Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling coming together, but suddenly I heard Du Ruhui say, "Nephew, what are you cooking? It's really fragrant." It turns out that I was attracted by the fragrance.

Fang Jun smiled and said, "At this time, my nephew had a sudden idea to make the hot pot Du, Uncle Du, and my father came to taste it together." Qing'er and Linglong, who were beside him, quickly took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks. Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling also sat down strangely and had never tried this food before.

Fang Jun added the thin slices of mutton placed next to him, put them in a copper pot and rinsed them, then rinsed them together and ate them. Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling also learned them in a good manner, but they felt that they were extremely delicious and their whole body became warm after a while. Fortunately, they prepared a lot of slices of mutton, otherwise it would be really not enough for the two of them to eat.

But when I remembered Du Ruhui's salivation at his hot pot before leaving, if I hadn't seen Fang Xuanling staring at him, I would have kidnapped the things with shamelessness.

But I didn't know how Cheng Yaojin knew about this, and one day he led his parent-child army to Fang Mansion, saying that he wanted Fang Jun to drink and moved the hot pot he made together. However, it seemed that he had gone but never returned. Fortunately, Fang Jun had made some preparations, but it was a bit like this. But this situation is that hot pot will be popular throughout Chang'an this winter.

Walking on the official road, the Hu people had already begun to approach Chang'an, and everyone could not help but shivered when they saw the north wind blowing. At this time, Bu Lianshan's mood became deeper. For some reason, the closer they got to Chang'an, he became more and more uneasy. After walking for four or five miles, he saw a stream in front of him. Everyone had been walking for a long time and was about to rest on the side, but he suddenly saw a group of people walking out of the opposite side.

Although he was wearing the costumes of the people, Bu Lianshan vaguely felt that the other party had a bad aura. Although he had entered the hinterland of the Tang Dynasty, he was somewhat wary when he met a large group of such people in the wilderness. The young master of the Hu seemed to mind at all: "Bu Lianshan, don't be so nervous when sitting down, they, the people of the Tang Dynasty, have encountered many people along the way."

Bu Lianshan said, "Prince, it's better to be careful when the people on the other side are unknown." At this time, the people were about to pass by them. Suddenly, a hurried horse hoof came from behind him, Bu Lianshan was shocked, pulled out his waist knife and shouted, "Protection, Your Highness, Prince."

At this time, the people were marching and suddenly pulled out their daggers from their arms and shouted to kill the Hu people's camp. Bu Lianshan couldn't help but be shocked because he heard the people attacking them speak Turkic words. It seemed that the other party was ready and could not tolerate any thoughts. He pulled a close friend of his own and said, "Bu Yun, break out and report to the Tang Dynasty and ask them to rescue His Highness the Prince."

The Hu man named Bu Yun looked at his general and nodded heavily, and rushed out before he surrounded the surroundings. The Hu man suddenly asked, "Who are these?" Bu Lianshan replied with a serious look on his face: "It should be the Turks who look at their horse riding postures, their weapons, and what I just heard them shouting in Turkic words."
Chapter completed!