Although Li Yun's swallowing movement was hidden, Li Xian still saw it.
Looking at Li Yong helplessly, Li Xian said with hatred: "It's just a jar of wine, and it makes you so greedy? If you want to drink it, go to Zoujia Liquor to get it yourself. It's our own property anyway. If you like it, Just soak in it."
Li Yun smiled helplessly: "Your Highness, don't be surprised. This slave really likes this, so he lost his composure."
"Not to mention this manager, even a humble minister almost lost his composure."
As soon as Li Yun finished speaking, Yang Yi's voice sounded outside.
Immediately, Yang Yi, who was wearing two plain clothes, and Xiao Dezhao, who was wearing a dark face, walked in.
Obviously, the two of them were outside just now, and they probably had an argument because they were both wearing plain clothes.
When the two of them came in, Li Xian poured out two more bowls of wine and asked Li Yong to carry them over.
Before Xiao Dezhao could get angry, Li Xian said: "Except for taking a sip of this wine, I was originally going to donate it all to my brother. But since you two are here, just drink a bowl and it will be considered a gift." It’s a gift given to you by the Imperial Brother, and I think the Emperor’s spirit in heaven will agree with it.”
After hearing this, Xiao Dezhao didn't know what to say, so he could only take the bowl, thank the coffin, and then drink it.
The wine was only 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, but it made the two of them blush. Yang Yi, in particular, was obviously a wine connoisseur. After finishing his drink, his eyes immediately shifted to the wine jar.
Just outside, he clearly heard the words "Zoujia Winery" and "own property". Isn't this rare wine unique? King Yong seems to have the intention to sell it? In this case, you must buy a jar and try it!
Nowadays, these two people are the only ones around who are qualified to drink. Even Li Yun is not qualified.
So, Li Xian poured the remaining wine around the coffin, and suddenly the mourning hall was filled with the smell of alcohol.
After returning to his seat, he first placed the buns offered to Li Hong on the altar table, and then Li Xian began to enjoy his dinner.
The fat cook in the imperial dining room is considered an expert after all, so as long as he has a recipe, he can recreate the original dish as perfectly as possible. These steamed buns stuffed with cabbage and radish taste really good.
There were no greenhouses in the Tang Dynasty, so the only vegetables available in winter were cabbage, radish, lotus root and a few other types.
After eating the buns in a few mouthfuls, Li Xian realized that it was too easy for a descendant like himself to make a fortune in the Tang Dynasty. In more than a thousand years, too many industries have been born. For example, didn’t express delivery in later generations appear in the industry almost out of thin air?
Because he knew, he didn't have to worry. Li Xian felt that as long as he worked out a few simple but profitable businesses, he would be rich in Chang'an.
As the ancients said, you eat without talking or sleep without talking, so it was not until after dinner that Li Xian asked Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi what the schedule was for today.
Yang Yi bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, crying at night is the etiquette of mourning for the deceased. His Royal Highness is the crown prince, so he has to be cried for the whole night. But you have a distinguished status, so I won't let you cry for the whole night. Possibly. So, after dark, you only need to take the lead in crying for a while, and then you can return to the mourning hall to keep vigil, and the palace maids and eunuchs will naturally take over."
Palace maid and eunuch?
Li Xian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he didn't have to cry all night. One night, I was sleepy, tired and crying. Isn't this life-threatening?
Soon, the night became completely dark, and due to the cloudy sky, it got dark later than usual.
The lamp was lit, and three extra thick incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner.
Li Xian walked outside the mourning hall and saw several rows of palace maids and eunuchs kneeling in front of the mourning hall. These all belong to the East Palace. Of course, there are also some people who are guarding the Taiji Palace, and they are pulled over to make up the number.
After personally burning a handful of paper money, Li Xian bowed to the mourning hall, then covered his face with his sleeves and began to cry.
For those who have cried often, it is actually very simple to want to cry. As long as you recall the scene that touched you the most, you can cry naturally.
At this moment, what Li Xian was recalling was the scene where Xian Jian Yiling'er died. Good guy, when I saw this scene when I was a child, I almost jumped up and smashed the TV. Now I still feel uncomfortable recalling it.
Tears came out, and a few more wails were enough to achieve the effect.
Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi didn't need to cry. As today's ceremony officials, they were very close to the incense burner, so they could all see Li Xian's expression. Seeing King Yong crying whenever he wanted, with a miserable look on his face, both of them were shocked.
Originally, they thought that King Yong would be fine today, but who knew he would actually burst into tears. As etiquette officers, they had checked King Yong's clothes and naturally knew that there was no such thing as dogwood, green onion and ginger hidden in his sleeves.
Could it be said that King Yong really respected Prince Li Hong?
The two fell into deep confusion...
Using the same trick as Li Xian, there were also the main force behind the cry - palace maids and eunuchs. They could cry out in fear just by recalling the recent rumors in the East Palace. Because, there are rumors that the saint intends to let all the maids and eunuchs in the East Palace be buried with the prince...
Seeing that the crying started, Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi walked towards Li Xian and helped each other back to the mourning hall.
After returning to the mourning hall, Li Xiancai ended his greetings to a certain guy named Yao and gradually became quiet.
Staying up late is a confrontation with the biological clock, so Li Xian asked Li Yong to prepare a large pot of strong tea early.
After drinking too much tea, I would inevitably go to the toilet. I don’t know how many times I went to the toilet, but when I returned to the mourning hall, I felt that it had started to rain.
It's about midnight now, and it really corresponds to the folk proverb that the sun is haloing and it rains in the middle of the night. The rain is not heavy, as fine as cow hair, but the cold wind is also blowing.
Even Li Xian, who was wearing several thick layers, felt the coldness, not to mention the palace maids and eunuchs who were kneeling on the ground outside and still crying.
Returning to the mourning hall, Li Xian laughed and said to Xiao Dezhao: "It's raining outside and there is a cold wind. Why don't you set up tents for the palace ladies and eunuchs, otherwise they won't be able to withstand tonight."
Xiao Dezhao also went out just now and knew what the environment was like outside. Indeed, as King Yong said, I am afraid that many people will freeze to death if they go there tonight.
If it was a normal night, those people would be cold if they were cold, and they would be sick if they were sick. They were just slaves, but if they died, it would be bad.
Nodding, Xiao Dezhao walked out, commanding the Qianniu Guard at the head of the wheel to set up tents to protect the palace maids and eunuchs from the rain, and ordered several eunuchs to make ginger soup.
Clearing his throat, Xiao Dezhao walked up to the palace maids and eunuchs whose crying had weakened much, and said: "King Yong has issued an order, allowing you to enter the tent to take shelter from the rain. Every two of you will be paired up and drink the ginger soup alternately."
After hearing this sentence, many people's howls immediately became sincere.
