Chang'an City.

I finally got a little free these days, so Meng Chang'an locked himself in a small courtyard to practice qigong and study. During this period of time in Chang'an City, he was doing things he didn't like to do almost every day, but the emperor's fate could not resist.

Not to mention Meng Chang'an, even the people of the Langjue tribe felt a little tired. The envoys who were permanently resident in Chang'an City wanted to meet them, and officials who returned to Beijing to report their duties wanted to meet them, and then took them to visit the various power yamen in the capital. They enjoyed all the treatment that ordinary people did not have. However, they were really tired, and they said exactly the same thing ten times, twenty times or even hundreds of times.

Finally, they had passed the mourning scenes, and these Langjue tribe members also looked forward to good news. Da Ai Jinzhi on the grassland finally came from afar to pick them up. However, Da Ai Jin, who was finally allowed to go to Beijing once, had to pass the mourning scenes. God knows when he will set off to return to the grassland.

Meng Chang'an originally lived in Chang'an Post, but it was too noisy and chaotic. I couldn't say which big man in the yamen would come out to see him, express his appreciation and praise for him, and then he would also give a serious explanation and say that I will continue to work hard and I will be optimistic about you...

In the end, Meng Chang'an paid his own money to find a pretty vacant courtyard in Liubu Lane not far from Babu Lane. In addition to the old director of the academy, he only told several officials from the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of War that they had to know. He fled from the post station with his salute overnight. It was rare to come out to hide and wait for him to come down to get the decree of the northern border.

However, His Majesty the Emperor is too busy, and he will always remember him wherever he is busy.

Meng Chang'an was too anxious, so he had to ask the senior dean to ask him a few more times.

It is clear that northern border is the place where it is most needed, and the comfort in Chang'an City belongs to the people, not to soldiers.

After living in this yard for a few days, the feeling of peace and comfort at the beginning disappeared, leaving only impatient and helplessness.

Fortunately, the old dean gave him a lot of military books, and Meng Chang'an naturally couldn't read other books. He got up every day to practice boxing and then read, went out to have a meal and take a nap, and then did boxing and read... In fact, he didn't feel comfortable at all, let alone any comfort.

The emperor seemed to have forgotten him, and this small courtyard is a corner of the world.

The only place worthy of gratitude is that there are many restaurants on Jinxiu Street, not far from their residence. They can’t finish eating for a month. Then Meng Changan couldn’t help but think that if Xiao Lengzi lived in such a place alone, he would probably be able to calm down. What would he do more than himself?

So Meng Changan went out and bought some meat and vegetables. He came back to cook by himself. When he entered the kitchen, he found that cooking was not just a few vegetables or a few taels of meat. It turned out that he also needed oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and various seasonings, and chopping boards and knives that required more than bowls and chopsticks...

Meng Changan patiently wrote down everything he thought on paper and went out to buy it. It took him half a day to buy it. He didn't buy some food halfway through when he was hungry. He just thought that what he made would be extremely delicious and would not be worse than the stupid cold one.

We must respect our choices and have a sense of ritual, so we can endure the aroma of the meat buns on the roadside, and the ramen there is even greater and even greater. As soon as the hanging stove pancake opened, the aroma came from the nose, it seemed like a thousand troops occupied Meng Chang'an's soul in an instant, but he still endured it with gritted teeth.

I can't lose.

After returning, he found the floral apron he bought. Meng Changan, who was wearing the apron in a tiger body, felt that he should have hit him to death at the moment. If Mr. Chen saw the apron he chose, he would say it was the aesthetic of the aunt, and he would continue to endure it.

Wash the dishes as they are, cut the meat delicately, and then Meng Changan put the recipe specially bought from the bookstore on the table and then threw it into the trash can. Who knew that the recipe was a recipe, and he didn't write about how to make it. He just summarized the names of special dishes in various places in Daning.

He took a deep breath and felt more exciting than going to the battlefield. He thought to himself that no wonder the Lengzi liked cooking. Not to mention that a plate of good food with color, fragrance and flavor would make him feel accomplished. Even if he washed, cut, bought these things, he felt very accomplished.

"kill!"

The man picked up the iron pot.

He shouted to kill.

Half an hour later, Meng Changan poured the dishes he had cooked into the trash can, found a very large cloth bag, stuffed pots, pans, knives, plates, chopping boards and all kinds of things in it, and knocked on the door next door with a big bag on his back. The neighbor next door looked at him with a blank look on his face. Meng Changan said, "I'm your new neighbor," which is a meeting gift. He stuffed the things into the man's hand and left."

The neighbor thought that this new neighbor was quite polite. This big bag and this heavy spirit were really worthy of courtesy and affection.

I went back to the house and opened it, confused.

Meng Changan gave the things out and felt much more relaxed. While it was not completely dark, he went outside to buy meat buns, cooked food and a bag of sesame cakes. It felt like this was also a very prosperous life state. This is the greatest respect for food, so why do you have to make it yourself...

When he returned home, he was eating and hearing the knock on the door. Meng Changan thought that the neighbor next door was dissatisfied with the meeting gift and came to return the goods. He walked out with awkward look on his face. He opened the door and looked at it. At that moment, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Outside the door were six or seven men wearing black brocade clothes, wearing black beam crowns, and a white balance logo embroidered on the left chest of the clothes. These people stood at the door as if they brought the night ahead of time, making people feel depressed.

"Is it General Meng?"

"I am, who are you?"

The middle-aged man in the lead forced a little smile, which looked really ugly.

"The humble position is He Kui, the Tingwei Prefecture Tingwei Prefecture. He was ordered to come and ask General Meng several questions. He is doing his routine. Please forgive me."

"What's the matter?"

"About the death of Pei Xiao, a general of the Northern Frontier Army, the Ministry of Justice has officially handed over to our Tingwei Mansion. We were going to send someone to the Northern Frontier, but we happened to know that the general is now in Chang'an City, so we come here to ask first."

"I just moved here, you guys have found it very quickly."

"The people we want to find in Daning are so vast and tens of thousands of miles can also be found in the people we want to find, let alone Chang'an?"

He Kui asked: "The general is not going to let us in?"

Meng Changan opened the door: "Please come in."

Two people from the Tingwei Mansion stayed at the door and did not come in. Others followed Meng Chang'an into the house. The owner of the yard was originally a Beijing official who was transferred to another place for homes, otherwise there would be no place to sit.

Sitting in the living room, Meng Changan certainly wouldn't think of making tea for guests or something. He didn't drink tea himself, so where did the tea come from? When he was in northern Xinjiang, he took the scouts out. When he was thirsty, he would just have a mouthful of snow. In Meng Changan's opinion, he had time to make tea and could do a lot of serious things. Even in the clean and elegant place of the academy when he was studying in Changan, he also felt that the so-called fragrant tea was not as refreshing as a well water, regardless of winter or summer.

After He Kui sat down, he thought Meng Chang'an would exchange greetings first, but unexpectedly, Meng Chang'an just sat upright waiting for him to ask.

"It's been almost two months since the general arrived in Chang'an."

"yes."

"This case has actually been to the Ministry of Justice, and I don't know why it has been handed over to our Tingwei Mansion. Now Lord Du Tingwei is not in the capital, so I have to come over to find out about it in a low position."

Meng Changan hugged and suddenly asked: "What rank is the Tingshi of the Tingshi of the Tingwei Mansion?"

"Um?"

He Kui seemed to be stunned: "How did the general ask about this?"

Meng Chang'an: "You haven't answered me yet."

He Kui replied: "The sixth rank is also considered a military position, probably a captain in the army."

"Oh... Dutingwei Han Huanzhi is not here, right?"

"yes."

"Then at least one should come to see me, and only you, Tingshi... Let me guess what the reason is."

Meng Changan looked at He Kui's eyes and said seriously: "Since the Tingwei Mansion is specializing in investigating cases involving officials, it is naturally a place with great rules. If you come to me and ask me, you will not be afraid of being suppressed by my level and you will not ask anything back? Qianban came over and asked me, at least the level is equivalent. I am not a criminal, so you naturally have no official documents and you cannot punish or be cruel... It's just that you come alone, because Qianban's clothes from the Tingwei Mansion are not easy to get?"

He Kui's face changed drastically.

Meng Changan's mouth curled slightly: "It's from Dongjiang."

He Kui was silent and suddenly laughed: "It's true that people from the Tingwei Mansion will give you some oppression and make you uncomfortable. People will always have flaws when they are uncomfortable. Moreover, the general asked me to find out the matter before going back. This dress from the Tingwei Mansion can give me some convenience. I really want to ask what was going on at that time. You should pretend to be unable to see through it and take the opportunity to escape. Now that you just point it out like this, there will be no way out."

Meng Chang'an said: "Have you asked me before you came?"

“Do you need it?”

"If you inquire, you know I'll never hide."

He Kui smiled: "Young people today are really arrogant, and they don't even have the least awe. Since you guessed that we were from a swordsman, you should be afraid."

Meng Changan didn't say anything.

He Kui waved his hand outside, and the two people guarding the gate of the courtyard immediately closed the gate and locked the door with a horizontal stick. Even if someone hit him outside, he couldn't open it. After closing the door, the people took out the knife from under the black robe, and the yard suddenly became a little cold.

Meng Changan was still sitting so quietly, his expression not changing.

"You'd better talk."

He Kui put the knife hidden under his black robe on the coffee table in front of him, holding the handle of the knife in his hand: "It's better to say it now, don't suffer. If you beat you too hard, then you will be forced to ask me if you speak too carefully. You may not speak well, and you may not speak well. This is a troublesome thing."

Meng Changan suddenly laughed: "It's indeed a troublesome thing."

He Kui frowned. Meng Changan in front of him was the strangest guy he had ever seen. It seemed that Meng Changan was really not afraid. There was a little disdain in the smile on the corner of his mouth, which annoyed He Kui. Dongjiang swordsmanship had never been despised by anyone, and those who had despised had long died.

"Forget it, I'd better ask after I've called it."

He Kui ordered: "Try to do it, try not to slap, keep it for him to explain clearly how the Major General died."

"good."

The answer to him was not his subordinates, but Meng Chang'an.

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Chapter completed!