Xihuchun is located on the main street of Liuxiang Hutong. It is a larger restaurant in Kyoto. It is authentic and authentic, making West Lake vinegar fish, no less than that of a famous chef from Zhejiang and Hangzhou generation.

It faces the sun, facing the east by a clear stream, and a curved bow-shaped bridge above it.

There is also a thick pomegranate tree planted on the shore, with many branches and red pomegranate flowers blooming among the green branches and leaves, like small lanterns.

In a fairy house on the corner of the second floor, Wang Zhiyuan was drinking tea.

The close-fitting guard Li Ding walked in and bowed: "Criminal, Lord Yang's carriage has arrived downstairs."

Wang Zhiyuan thought for a while, put the bowl in his hand on the round table of rosewood and said, "Welcome them over."

Li Ding turned around and went out quickly.

After a while, Zhang Juling and Yang Ruo entered the private room together.

"Young Master Zhang, Lord Yang..."

Wang Zhiyuan stood up to salute and asked Li Ding to arrange some dishes, snacks, wine and other dishes to serve.

Zhang Juling and the others bowed their hands and found a seat to sit down.

"I'm really asking two of you to come here rashly. I'm really discussing important things. I hope I'll forgive me for any disturbances."

Wang Zhiyuan personally filled them with tea.

Yang Ruojun raised his eyebrows and smiled casually: "It's okay.

Prince, please be polite.

If we don’t want to come, it’s useless to ask for it.”

"Then Wang, I'll thank you two for the first time..."

Wang Zhiyuan was not surprised by Yang Ruo's attitude of speaking. He even felt that this was his true personality - noble, casual, unruly, and arrogant.

The laughter and scolding before was just a cover-up.

Scholars, especially those like Yang Ruo, who were successful in their youth and passed the third year of their rank, and his father was the Grand Secretary of the Dongge in the cabinet... With such a family background, background and years of influence, his talents and ambitions are naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Zhang Juling didn't say anything, and didn't ask what Wang Zhiyuan wanted to do for him.

He slowly drank tea and waited for Wang Zhiyuan to speak himself.

"...I heard that there is a famous dish in the spring of West Lake - West Lake vinegar fish. Does the prince know?"

Yang Ruo looked at the view outside along the open inner window and asked.

Wang Zhiyuan smiled: "I have already made the cook."

"Zhang Laosan, you can follow me, isn't it good?

The prince invited West Lake jealous fish, but others didn’t have this blessing…”

Zhang Juling looked at him and nodded, "Yes."

It's great to be with you."

Wang Zhiyuan coughed a few times.

Yang Ruo asked too much... Unexpectedly, Zhang Juling answered.

The tea he drank almost spurted out and waved his hand quickly: "It's not a very expensive dish. If you are willing to eat it, I will make it to you every day and send it to you."

"That's fine?"

Yang Ruo smiled and said, "If this is true, we will become famous in Kyoto."

Wang Zhiyuan laughed loudly.

As he was talking, the waiter came over to serve the dishes with a big red tray.

There are also dishes and chopsticks arranged behind them.

After all the food was complete, Li Ding closed the door of Yashe, Shuming, Yang Ruo's servant Deshun and others guarded outside the door.

Yang Ruo was the first to take the blame, picked up the chopsticks and headed straight for the West Lake vinegar fish.

"... Not bad, the fish is delicious, and it has a crab flavor, sour and sweet..." Yang Ruo praised her: "It's really made according to my preference."

“It’s a little bit unique.”

Wang Zhiyuan nodded, and he asked Zhang Juling again: "Brother Juling, what do you think?"

"……fine."

Zhang Juling only ate one chopstick and changed to other dishes. He thought it was too sweet and he was so fucked.

“He doesn’t like sweets.”

Yang Ruo smiled, with a handsome face full of energy.

After three rounds of wine.

Wang Zhiyuan got to the point: "There is another problem with the food sent to the disaster area. I believe you have heard of it... I have been to Dali Temple in recent days, and Fang Wei was also helpless."

"You went to find Fang Wei?"

Yang Ruo asked.

Wang Zhiyuan said "Yes" and explained: "It's not me who went to find him on purpose. My grandfather's family had a cousin in Dali Temple and was in charge of Zuo Temple. I followed my mother's instructions to send him a message... and then I met Fang Wei."

Yang Ruo didn't believe his reason, that's that coincidental?

As soon as Wang Zhiyuan arrived at Dali Temple, he met Fang Wei.

"I think the prince should avoid Fang Wei as much as possible."

Zhang Juling said gently: "The disaster relief grain incident involves the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion. When the situation has not yet become clear, avoiding suspicion is a good idea."

"I know what Brother Ju Ling said, but my father was so anxious that he couldn't sit still for a moment..." Wang Zhiyuan sighed.

"The Marquis's mood is understandable."

Zhang Juling thought for a while and said, "You are aimless like this, it's not a solution. It's better to secretly check Fang Wei's background."

"Fang Wei?"

Wang Zhiyuan was stunned.

"yes."

Zhang Juling looked at Yang Ruo: "...Didn't it mean that Fang Wei is Yan Liang's person?"

Yang Ruo said "um", took a sip of hot tea, and answered: "Why don't you go directly to investigate Yan Liang?

Anyway, Fang Wei is his person, and even if there is really something wrong with him, it will have nothing to do with him."

"Didn't the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion kidnapped Yan Liang's legitimate grandson last time?"

Zhang Juling said nothing: "...The Yan Mansion now probably defends the defensiveness."

"Brother Ju Ling is right."

Wang Zhiyuan nodded: "To be honest, after this incident, I visited Yan's mansion once at night... As a result, I didn't even go in the gate of the courtyard. Yan Liang mobilized the crossbow archers from Shenji Camp to guard..."

"Even the Shenji Camp is used?

That's the one who protects the Lord's safety."

Yang Ruo was playing with the wine glass in his hand and asked and answered: "It seems that my father was right. Yan Liang was favored by the emperor and dared to do anything! It would be fine if he was in the court... He actually used Shenji Camp to protect his family and the hospital?

He really thinks he is a priest?

!”

Zhang Juling listened quietly to them without saying a word.

He believes in absolute power.

Since Yan Liang dared to do this, he expected that the emperor would not care, or that the emperor allowed it.

The stream outside the inner window was flowing buzzingly, shining by the sun, like a glittering silver belt.

Wang Zhiyuan paused for a moment, "... Could he have mobilized the Shenji Camp by himself..."

"impossible."

Zhang Juling said: "As the chief minister, Yan Liang would not be so stupid that he would be so obviously deceiving the emperor."

"Let's do what Su Zhi said for the time being."

Yang Ruo smiled: "I don't believe that I can't find anything if I send a group of people to monitor Fang Wei for twelve hours a day."

...

Zhang Juling returned to Chunzaitang in the afternoon, and Gu Han had not woken up after lunch.

In the Xiji room, Taohong and Qiaozhen stood by and guarded each other. When they saw Zhang Juling, they bowed and said, "Young Master."

"...Go down, it's better if I'm here, Mrs.."

Zhang Juling waved his hand and said to them.

The two of them should have bowed their heads and stepped back.
To be continued...