Li Ke raised his hand from a distance to stop him from saluting, and a half-smile appeared on his handsome face: "Er Lang is exempt from the ceremony, and the dignified 'Chang'an Bangchui' II is coming to Xin|Feng County. How dare I not come to visit you? If so, If you lose etiquette, you might get a black punch from Erlang one day."
Fang Jun's face suddenly turned red. He was a little embarrassed by Li Ke's teasing, so he changed the subject and asked: "Your Highness is not in Chang'an City, so why are you here in the wilderness?"
Cen Wenshu, the county magistrate of Xin|Fengfeng who was standing aside, said: "Erlang does not know something. The day before yesterday, your Majesty ordered the princes to inspect the counties in Guanzhong on behalf of the emperor to check the disaster situation."
Fang Jun nodded: "I see, the weather is hot. Your Highness and Your Majesty will go inside and drink a glass of water and wine to warm up. Later, I will ask you to taste a certain newly developed food."
Although I was very unhappy with the two people who came to the door without permission, I had to be polite and say a few words to show off.
After hearing what Fang Jun said, it was reasonable to pay him a visit. After all, Fang Xuanling was a prime minister and assistant, and it was absolutely inevitable for his subordinates to show some attentiveness. It was not surprising that there were many people paying homage to him.
As for Wu Wang Li Ke, it was just a favor.
As a dignified prince, if Fang Jun knew in advance that Li Ke was in Xinfeng County, he would have come to visit him personally.
Now that Li Ke comes to him, it shows that Li Ke respects Fang Xuanling and does not put on airs because of his status.
Even if your son Fang Xuanling comes, I will personally come to show my kindness.
Although the form is greater than the reality, it is not easy for a prince to do this.
Of course, then again, with Fang Xuanling's status in the court and the weight he has in His Majesty Li Er's heart, that prince dares not to respect him?
When Li Ke heard this, he turned to the kitchen and asked with a smile: "Was Erlang just in the kitchen arranging food?"
"Exactly, I'd like your Highness to give you some advice later."
Li Ke smiled boldly and said: "In that case, I will be a bad guest and taste the difference in the food prepared by Erlang himself! Magistrate Cen, please?"
Li Er also laughed and said: "They say 'a gentleman is far away from the kitchen', but now Fang Erlangshe is known as a gentleman and cooks soup with his own hands. How dare you not give me face? Your Highness, please go first!"
Fang Jun rolled his eyes speechlessly, so sad...
However, this Uncle Cen Wen is no ordinary person. Although his official position is only a small county magistrate, he has a younger brother who is a great deity - Cen Wenwen, the Minister of Zhongshu. All the manuscripts of imperial edicts and military and state affairs are written by him. A true close minister of the emperor and a confidant of the emperor.
After leading Li Ke, Uncle Cen Wen, and Li Siwen into the main hall, Fang Jun said politely: "Please have a seat, please have a seat..."
But as soon as the words came out, he felt awkward.
Looking around, there is no chair, stool or the like in this huge hall. Where can I sit? ?
He was accustomed to it. When he said "sit", he naturally meant sitting on a chair or a stool. He was not used to the "couch" of the Tang Dynasty at all.
Li Ke and Uncle Cen Wen were not polite. They walked into the main hall casually, took off their shoes, and sat on the couch, regardless of their status as guest or host.
Fang Jun had no choice but to follow in, took off his shoes and went to the hall wearing socks.
The Fang family is quite good. If the host I visit one day is from a poor family or is a retro enthusiast, he may not even have a couch. There will be a few seats on the floor. Please...
This kind of kneeling, cross-legged and upright posture is the most solemn and dignified sitting posture.
In formal occasions, if there is a senior superior sitting in front of him, then the juniors or subordinates can only abuse themselves like this. If this senior boss wants to punish you, he can nag you while giving lectures while ordering you to sit upright. He will watch your leg muscles compress your blood vessels, causing pain in your waist and knees, and you will feel dizzy. After a while, you will fall down. After a while, he fell down again, until he fainted and finished...
If you want to avoid this painful experience, it's best to get close to the master in front of you as soon as possible. Enough of the flattery, before he knelt down and fainted, the host kindly suggested that we should be relaxed and relaxed if we are acquainted... So the two parties changed their sitting postures, pulled their legs out from under their bodies, and curled them up in front of them. "Sitting" or "sitting" is just like the sitting posture of the great Bodhisattvas in Buddhism.
For most ancient people, sitting cross-legged and meditating is already a relatively relaxed and comfortable posture. It is not a big deal to stay like this on a couch or on the ground for several hours.
Fang Jun is a modern person who has lived through time. How can he bear this if he is used to chairs? After just sitting for a while and saying a few words, my buttocks hurt, my waist became sore, and my whole body couldn't stop shrinking...
Fortunately, Li Ke was very knowledgeable. When he saw Fang Jun's state, he knew that he couldn't stand it, so he laughed, stretched his limbs, and changed to a cross-legged sitting position.
Fang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Li Siwen. He seemed to have had a smooth bowel movement...
Qiao'er served tea soup. There were only three cups for four people. One cup was placed in front of Li Ke, one in front of Uncle Cen Wen, and one in front of Li Siwen. My young master... just skipped it. Erlang didn't drink this.
Li Ke picked up the tea cup and took a sip casually. He said "Hey" and praised: "This tea is well brewed. It's not much better than the tea maker in this prince's palace." Then he smiled at Qiao'er and asked. : "But you cooked it?"
Qiao'er was dazzled by Li Ke's handsome smile, and her heart skipped a beat. Her pretty face turned red, and she said shyly and coyly: "Yes...it was cooked by the slave family."
Li Ke smiled and said: "Not bad."
Qiaoer almost fainted, my God! Is His Highness King Wu talking to himself? This is a well-known virtuous king in the court, a man of literary talent and a fairy-like figure. He is really good-looking...
Fang Jun's face turned dark. Looking at the infatuated Qiao'er, he felt sour in his heart. He waved his hands in extreme displeasure: "Hurry up and go down. What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
"oh……"
Qiao'er responded, turning away from Erlang full of resentment, asking him to say a few more words, really...
He turned around and walked away step by step.
Fang Jun looked at Li Ke and said, "This girl has never seen the world. Your Highness must not blame her."
Li Ke smiled and said: "This little maid is innocent and as pure as a flower. It's too late for me to be happy. How can I blame you?"
Looking at the handsome smile on this guy's face, Fang Jun's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that His Highness King Wu, who is "loved by everyone and blooms when flowers bloom", has fallen in love with Qiao'er? What should I do if I open my mouth to ask for it?
These days, it is not a big deal for nobles to exchange, even beg, or give away a few maids, but Fang Jun cannot accept the concept of treating a person as a commodity.
He quickly shouted: "Is the hot pot ready?" He sealed Li Ke's mouth first.
A servant trotted to the door and asked, "It's ready. May I ask Erlang if he will serve it now?"
Fang Jun nodded and said: "That's the case.
