On the table in front of him, slices of lamb like a hill were stacked in a large bowl with fat white and thin powder, sprinkled with seasonings, stirring the chopsticks gently, and the smoke rose. The slices of meat were about to squeeze out the big bowl, so they had to protect them with their left hand.

Li Qingxian remembered that he had met this person before. When he first came to eat sheep offal with Zheng Hui and the others, he met this person.

Zheng Hui was very unhappy when he saw this person. Afterwards, Li Qingxian asked Zheng Hui. Zheng Hui said he didn't know him and never understood why Zheng Hui looked at this person's face was wrong.

Seeing that the other tables were too crowded, Li Qingxian walked to the opposite side of the man and sat on it, saying, "Old Zhang, let's have a big bowl of mutton soup, plus the cut buns, and then choose a salted duck egg with oil."

"Okay... Oh, this official has never seen him before. What else do you have to give?" Old Zhang and his son hurried over. It is rare for ninth-rank officials to come here.

"I am Zheng Hui's friend. I came here last time. Don't worry about me, everything will be the same." Li Qingxian said.

"Okay! A big bowl of mutton soup, chopped white buns, and a salted duck egg!"

"Hello, sir." The opposite side took off the stool from the left foot of the tenth-rank military officer, clasped his fists, and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Yes." Li Qingxian was influenced by Zheng Hui and was too lazy to pay attention to this person.

While waiting for the mutton soup, Li Qingxian looked at the others, and smoke rose on each table.

The mutton and mutton mixed in other people's bowls are less than those in the opposite military officer's bowl.

After a while, Lao Zhang came with two large bowls and a small bowl, and his son cleaned the table and placed it one by one.

Li Qingxian looked at the mutton soup in front of him and was stunned.

My own mutton soup is exactly the same as the ones from the military officer opposite, and it is piled up into a hill. If you want to stir it, you must protect it with your hands.

Li Qingxian glanced at the mutton soup that the military officer opposite had eaten halfway, and then looked at the new mutton soup of others.

The newly served mutton and mutton miscellaneous items were not available, and there were fewer bowls compared to the military officers now.

A bowl of meat is comparable to three or four bowls of others.

Li Qingxian glanced at the wall again.

A bowl of mutton soup with five cents and a bowl of mutton soup with fifteen cents.

Li Qingxian was stunned for a while and felt mixed feelings. Finally, he understood why Team Zheng didn't bring people to eat often, and why he only ordered mutton soup instead of mutton soup.

I finally understood why Team Zheng glared at this person that day.

Li Qingxian silently picked up the spicy food and pepper and sprinkled it on it. He ate some mutton first, and then slowly poured it into the chopped white bun.

I took the salted duck egg, gently cracked the eggshell, and slowly peeled it.

"Sir, I've finished eating, you'll have it."

The military officer on the opposite side stood up and looked at Li Qingxian with a smile.

"You sit first, I have something to say to you later." Li Qingxian had a dark face and broke open the salted duck eggs, and the yolks were sizzling oil.

"Ah? Yes." The man sat on the bench with his head and secretly looked at Li Qingxian, no longer as he had before.

Li Qingxian slowly finished eating mutton, white steamed buns and salted duck eggs, and the soup was also bottomed out. His magic power surged with his right hand, and he brushed his mouth and cleaned it.

Li Qingxian looked up at the military officer sitting upright.

"May I have your name?"

"Xiaoguan Zhong Baishan."

"Serve in the Bingmaster?"

"Yes, he serves as the team leader in the West District Bingmasi."

"How much does it cost to eat a bowl of mutton soup?"

"Fifteen ounces of mutton soup and two ounces of white steamed buns. I give you enough money every time." Zhong Baishan said.

Li Qingxian nodded and said, "Let's go pay."

"Sir, why don't I invite this meal?" Zhong Baishan said.

Li Qingxian glanced at Zhong Baishan with a smile, and his face turned red.

The two of them paid their own money.

"Come with me."

Li Qingxian was ahead and walked a few steps to the alley not far away.

Zhong Baishan was full of sorrow and carefully entered the alley.

Li Qingxian turned around, looked at Zhong Baishan, and said, "How many times have you been in a month?"

"After a dozen times, his meat is really delicious and it's enough."

"How is the business of the Lao Zhang family?"

"The business is very good, but no matter how good the business is on this street, I don't make it all my money. After paying all kinds of fees, I don't get much." Zhong Baishan said.

"I won't take an official position to suppress you. Let's discuss something. If you don't come to Zhang Ji in the future, how about it?"

A teenager, looking at a middle-aged man in his thirty.

Zhong Baishan looked confused and didn't know what was going on. He nodded quickly and said, "Sir, don't worry, if you said you didn't let me come, then I won't come! If you have other instructions, I will do it."

"No need, just don't go there in the future." Li Qingxian said.

"Okay!" Zhong Baishan nodded.

"Go." Li Qingxian said.

"Goodbye to the Lord." Zhong Baishan saluted, leaving with a puzzled look on his face, thinking about it all the way.

Li Qingxian glanced at the "Zhang Ji" guitar floating in the wind, remembered the four bowls of hot mutton soup that day, sighed, turned around and walked back to the Yewei Yamen.

Walking into the door of Jiajiu Room, Li Qingxian stood still.

I saw a strange figure sitting on Zheng Hui's empty bed.

The man looked up and looked over with white hair and wrinkles on his face.

Li Qingxian was stunned. He hadn't seen him for only one day, so why did Zheng Hui's hair turn white, as if he was a teenager.

"Qingyi...Captain Li... do your brother a favor and save the high official."

Zheng Hui stood up, bent his back and trembled, his hands trembling, and looked at Li Qingxian with tears in his eyes.

Li Qingxian took two steps at a time, supported him, and said, "Captain Zheng, don't be anxious, sit first, and tell me what's going on."

Zheng Hui nodded, reached out to rub the red corners of his eyes and said, "Just yesterday, the high-ranking official's friend said that he was taken away by the people from the West District Military Police. At first, I just thought it was a misunderstanding, so I took the money and looked for it.

An old friend I met in the West District Bingmasi. My friend was the same as me, but he was not as good as he could see anyone. My friend told me not to be anxious, he asked for inquiries first. I didn't know until the evening that I had been before.

The ninth rank of the Bingma Si who offended was promoted to the eighth rank. Knowing that I had been ruined, I found someone who had fought with the high-ranking officials before as the victim and captured the high-ranking officials in."

"So that's it." Li Qingxian said.

Zheng Hui continued: "I wanted to be soft and just spend money, so I raised a sum of money and asked my friend to give it to the man, and said I was willing to take the thorns and apologize. But the man received the money, but what did he say

I didn't say anything, and drove my friend out. My friend asked me to wait again. I wrote this morning that he had tried his best and the man never let go. Only then did I realize that the man was afraid that he would die against the high-ranking official

Hand. I found some friends in Ye Wei, either I was not here or I could do anything. I came to you at the end of my life. Team Li, I, Zheng Hui, have never asked you for anything. This time, please..."

Zheng Hui was crying and kneeled down while crying.

Li Qingxian raised his hands and grabbed Zheng Hui, preventing him from kneeling down, saying, "Captain Zheng, don't be anxious, the high-ranking official must be saved. But I don't understand the affairs of the Military and Ma Si, nor do I know their people, so I can't

Go rashly. I'll send someone to find Brother Han now, he will definitely have an idea."

"Yes, yes, look for Anbo, he is a sensible person." Zheng Hui said.

Li Qingxian comforted Zheng Hui, and then called someone in the street patrol room. He found three free agents and handed out a few taels of silver, asking them to go to Huangji Teahouse on Ya Street to find Han Anbo back.
Chapter completed!