Chapter 1313: Willing to be an ugly girl 40
The meat cut into half-finger widths was cooked quickly, and the first wave of roast pork with winter bamboo shoots was also cooked.
The meat was first given to the guards who were skilled in martial arts and the servants with swords, but the first bowl was presented to the owner, Miss Zunzi, and the five young masters. As for the Taoist Master, even if he falls asleep now, he still has to fill a bowl and put it next to him.
The servants who carried knives didn't care about anything else. After getting the bowl, they raised their chopsticks and started eating.
The five young men stared at their fifth sisters and ate them one bite at a time.
Anyway, the five brothers have stared at each other for countless times today. If they continue to stare, their eyeballs will fall out. If it really fell out, it would be really scary.
Xining really wanted to look in the mirror and wonder if he was eating ugly. No, he should be very polite. Such a piece of meat, but you still eat it bite by bite. Just look at other people, they all eat it one bite at a time, and the corners of their mouths are filled with oil.
"It's delicious~" A guard chewed in his mouth, squinting his eyes with a look of enjoyment.
Although they also eat meat on weekdays, there is no such big bowl.
Xining looked at the five brothers and reminded: "This may be our last meal. Only when we are full can we be like guards and have the strength to kill, and running for our lives is also..."
It is better to go on the road full than hungry. The eldest brother gritted his teeth, picked up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and started eating.
The eldest brother ate, and the other four brothers looked at each other, slowly picked up their bowls, and ate in silence.
Because he has not eaten meat for a long time, the taste of meat has subconsciously formed a conditioned reflex. After eating two pieces, Sixth Brother felt nauseated and almost vomited.
Fifth Brother turned around in disgust, turned his back, and refused to look. It's really hypocritical, eating meat can make you sick, and I don't know why my own mother, Mrs. Renzi, wants such a waste as her adopted son.
Xining motioned to the servant to put a bowl with winter bamboo shoots and cooked rice, and took away Sixth Brother's bowl.
"If you don't want to eat meat, don't force it. After all, it may be your last meal." Xining said to the kitchen steward: "If there is anything else to eat, choose something that can be cooked quickly."
"Yes!" The steward immediately took a small pot, and the cook went into the room and cut some leeks and handed them to him. It was fried immediately.
Only then did everyone realize that the flower pots placed around them were not flowers but leeks. There was a legend last time that the fifth lady put a vegetable pot in the room with a brazier, and vegetables would grow in winter. It turned out to be true.
With vegetables, Sixth Brother eats more deliciously.
Add some winter melon slices to the cooked broth and drink it while it's hot. Brother Six was good at drinking. Everyone took their rice bowls, filled them with rice and meat, and drank the winter melon broth. Many people were sweating after eating.
Seeing Brother Six take out the powder box from the bag tied around his waist and apply powder on his face in front of the small bronze mirror, this time it was Xining's turn to glare.
"Hmm~" Fujiwara Michichi seemed to have woken up at this time, probably because he was awakened by the smell of meat.
Xining asked someone to bring the broth over and asked his eldest brother and second brother to feed some of it.
After drinking half a bowl of soup, Mr. Fujiwara fell asleep again.
After Xining finished eating, he put down the bowl: "Whoever has a knife, give me one."
The personal bodyguard of Mr. Fujiwara stood up, took off his short sword, and handed it over with both hands respectfully.
The guard was already old and had an old scar that spanned half of his face. He had been sitting on his knees not far away.
Xining took it with both hands and pulled the knife halfway open. The blade's surface shone with cold light and murderous intent. This knife is soaked in blood, so it becomes like this.
She pulled it out completely, and the knife made a slight golden sound. She couldn't help but praise: "What a knife!"
"You can also attack with a long sword and defend with a short sword..." Xining said leisurely, admiring the sword, and then looked at the old guard with a smile: "Suicide, you won't be humiliated." The old guard suddenly lowered his head and saluted, looking unusually majestic. There was excitement in the tough voice: "I swear to be loyal to the Taoist Master and Miss Zunzi to the death."
In this era, samurai swords only took their form. They usually carried one sword, and some swords were more like swords. Only the old guards carried two swords.
Xining said very calmly: "It is said that you have followed my father since you were a child, and it was my grandfather who gave it to my father."
Princes and nobles like this often cultivate some loyal bodyguards, keep them by their side since they were young, and train them in martial arts.
The old guard nodded: "Yes!"
Xining suddenly smiled: "If I can help my father tide over the difficulties this time, I will personally ask my father to make you or one of your sons or grandsons a captain of resilience."
The old guard suddenly raised his head, stared, and then immediately lowered his head: "I don't dare, it is my duty to be loyal."
These guards are different from other sword-wielding servants and bodyguards, who are often slaves. Only a slave, whose everything belongs to his master, will obey orders completely.
"Why, you can't trust me?" Xi Ning turned to look at everyone: "Anyone who helps my Fujiwara family today will be freed from slavery, and all servants will receive 30% of the monthly silver. Those who have merit will be rewarded separately. ”
Immediately, all the slaves knelt down and swore that they would live and die for all the ladies and gentlemen.
"Don't be in a hurry to express your feelings. You haven't finished speaking yet. The Fujiwara family will provide compensation for the deceased, and the descendants of Fukuzawa will be blessed. But there are those who run away from the battle and sell themselves to others for glory..." Xining's face suddenly sank: "Kill!"
Many people trembled, and everyone kowtowed "yes."
Both kindness and power are given, and the momentum is compelling. The eldest brother looked at the fifth sister who was only eleven years old in surprise, and recalled what he was doing when he was eleven.
When he was six years old, he became the palace boy and accompanied the king of heaven. When he was 12 years old, he was named Yoriichi, and was assigned to the fifth rank. At the age of 15, he was promoted from the third position to the level of public minister. At the age of 21, he became a powerful official. Late last year, he became the youngest regent.
But tonight, he felt inferior to his younger fifth sister. Could it be that the Taoist priest was hit by an arrow just now and was frightened?
Thinking of this, he straightened up: "Mr. Michio is unconscious. As the eldest son of Fujiwara, I should make the decision! I agree with what my fifth sister said, as long as we can get through the difficulties. Our Fujiwara family will never forget it. , will definitely be rewarded based on merit.”
Everyone immediately turned to him and saluted: "Yes, Lord Yorimichi!"
I finally got my feeling back, this is the right thing. He glanced to the side and saw Fifth Sister sitting there with her legs crossed, her eyes slightly closed and a slight smile on her lips.
He waved his hand: "Everyone takes turns to rest."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Fifth Sister lying down on the ground holding a short knife, and pulling the quilt up with one hand.
I can’t understand this fifth sister. But now they are all in the same boat, and the fifth sister doesn't have to turn her elbows out, so she wholeheartedly wants to protect them. So he stood up and asked the guard for a knife.
The guard felt a little headache after giving the knife to him. He only had one knife. He gave it to the eldest son. What would he use to beat him when someone came in?
So he spotted one and snatched the knife away: "Give this to me."
"Then what should I use?" This person dared to be angry but dared not say anything.
"Go find a kitchen knife. Anyway, your martial arts can be done with a kitchen knife."
If you are good at martial arts, you can use anything, or if you are so poor at martial arts that you can only use a kitchen knife, is this a compliment or a derogation? But there was no way to grab it again, and the only choice was to find another weapon.
Sure enough, as I had guessed, there was movement around Mao hour, when the sky was about to get light and people were most likely to relax.
(End of chapter)