Chapter 133 Talent

In the evening, in the mansion located in the southwest corner of the inner city of Zhaoyang, there was a burst of ghostly howling.

Huang Feng's mustard feast made Li Yixuan and Xiaonuan tearful. Fortunately, the servants were sent away, so they didn't need to pay too much attention to their image.

Li Motang tasted it lightly and sat aside. Huang Feng handed the mustard sashimi rice ball to her mouth: "What's wrong, you won't eat it after a few bites."

Li Motang snorted: "It's not delicious."

Huang Feng didn't believe it: "Impossible, I think you are afraid."

"Would I be afraid?"

"Then eat this." Huang Feng shook the rice ball.

Li Motang looked at his raised hand, and was bewitched for a while. She opened her mouth and let Huang Feng feed the rice ball into her mouth.

But she regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth. She wanted to refuse, but Huang Feng would never give her a chance to regret it and stuffed it in directly.

Li Yixuan and Xiaonuan, who looked over from the side, opened their eyes wide, exuding full of surprise, but they couldn't help but shed tears while chewing, which looked quite funny.

Seeing them staring at him, Li Motang glared back: "Eat yours."

"Oh oh." The two concentrated on the food on the table.

"How about it, with my unique skills, am I qualified to participate in the cooking competition in Beijing?" Huang Feng asked.

"Yes!" Li Yixuan was the first to jump out to agree, but when she saw Li Motang's gaze, she shrank back.

Li Motang said without any position: "What unique skills? You are completely winning in ingredients, not skills. If you take shortcuts to get a qualification, it's okay, but if you want to win in the end, there's no chance."

Huang Feng was not hit at all. He participated not to win, but to eat.

Lu Kun told him that during the competition, contestants can taste each other's food. As long as they can make it to the end, wouldn't they be able to taste the unique skills of these famous chefs from all over the world?

In addition to these famous dishes from all over the world, Huang Feng also wanted to see the delicacies in the palace: "You promised to bring me some snacks from the palace and the meals from the imperial kitchen to try? Let me see the difference."

Li Motang: "Who told you that?"

Li Yixuan said actively: "I'll bring them to you. Can I come to play often in the future?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"No!"

Huang Feng and Li Motang said at the same time, and there was another cry from Xiao Nuan's heart.

"Why are you like this!" Huang Feng accused Li Motang.

Li Motang said righteously: "As a princess, she can only go to Wenshou Pavilion to study when she leaves the palace. How can she run around at will, especially to a strange man's house? Letting her come here today is already a bit of indulgence for her."

Huang Feng was dissatisfied: "I see you strolling outside every day."

Li Motang said righteously: "I'm different!"

"Double standards!"

"What?"

Huang Feng said passionately: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You can't stay in the palace every day, but you ask your sister to do this. It's too much!"

Li Yixuan's eyelashes fluttered. In the little time she spent with Li Motang, she had never seen anyone so bold!

So bold!

Li Motang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said: "It's different. I am walking outside as a disciple of Yuyuan Pavilion."

Huang Feng sighed: "It's good to have a vest!"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Huang Feng stopped talking. He certainly knew that Li Motang had her reasons and positions, and most of them were for the good of his sister. After all, if someone with ulterior motives knew and spread it, it would not be good for Li Yixuan's reputation.

He just wanted to have a quarrel with her. It was so fun to have a lively time.

"Who do you listen to?" Li Motang looked at Li Yixuan.

"I... I listen to you." Li Yixuan said with her head down, but her pitiful expression was ignored by Li Motang.

As they talked, they naturally talked about Yunlu Academy.

"How sure are you about going to Yunlu Academy this time?" Huang Feng asked.

Li Motang shook his head: "Not sure."

"Why doesn't your teacher go by herself?"

Li Motang explained: "My teacher came from Yunlu Academy. She and Xianmen Academy have different ideas.

In Xianmen Academy, scholars seek famous books and books, which will be passed down for thousands of years, and seek the long-lasting aspirations in their hearts.

But the teacher believes that Xianmen Academy is for academic research but not for the world. Even if he reaches the Tianmen Realm and gets the name of a literary saint, it is just a false name. So he left Yunlu Academy and entered Daxia Wenshou Pavilion."

Huang Feng suddenly realized: "It turns out that they had a falling out. It is not convenient to go back. Then you As her students, I am afraid that I would be looked down upon in the past. "

Li Motang explained: "No, although the ideas are different, the teacher's views at that time still triggered some speculation in Yunlu Academy, but the ideas formed by Xianmen Academy for thousands of years cannot be changed overnight.

The teacher did not want to go back, not because of mutual dislike, but because she did not want to go back and continue this fruitless debate.

She hoped that one day, she could prove that she was right and return to Yunlu Academy. "

"The stubbornness of scholars." Huang Feng sighed.

Li Motang did not refute.

"What do you think the academy will ask us to do?" Huang Feng asked again.

Yunlu Academy is one of the only two academies in the Twelve Immortal Gates. If they can't do it, he doesn't think he can help.

"You will know when the time comes." Li Motang did not intend to worry about such unpredictable things.

When the meal was almost over, she dragged Li Yixuan, who was reluctant to leave, back to the palace.

"Goodbye, welcome to visit next time." Huang Feng stood at the door and waved his hand.

Li Yixuan poked her head out of the carriage, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said "Yeah, next time, next time", but she was dragged back before she could finish her words.

After they left, Huang Feng did not return to the mansion, but went to the outer city.

The city gate was not closed yet, but after a careful search at the city gate, he did not find Qin Ping who sold him the book that day.

So Huang Feng went to the bookstore that Qin Ping mentioned at the beginning, thinking that he had to leave a message or something, but he did not expect that as soon as he entered the door, he saw this guy leaning on a broken bamboo chair, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, reading a book with relish.

With his character, the book was naturally not a good book. Huang Feng glanced at the book cover, which said "Daxia Poetry and Fu", but based on his experience, the book cover was obviously changed.

Going around to the back, Qin Ping was reading with great interest and didn't notice him. When he looked at the contents of the book again, it was indeed...

What "Master, don't want it", "It's big, white and round", Huang Feng followed and looked for a while, suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and shouted: "Search the Ministry of Justice!"

Qin Ping shivered with fear, but calmed down faster. He closed the book with his hands and stuffed it into his sleeves very smoothly. When he pulled his hands out, the book turned into a silver ingot. He turned around and handed it over: "Sir... huh?"

"Do you recognize me?" Huang Feng asked.

"Of course, of course." Qin Ping said quickly, "The stars in the night sky are seen so many times that they are naturally unclear, but you are the moon. As long as you are not blind, you can recognize it by looking up!"

Huang Feng was shocked, what a talent!