Yan Saburo rode to the lake, and his own attendant led the horse and boat for him, and then rowed to the autumn island.

The cat trotted all the way in front of him, sniffing left and right: "There seem to be a lot of new varieties of chrysanthemums on the island this year." This one is pretty! Well, that one is pretty, too! Let's invite the garden to plant it too, shall we?"

The Hexiang Town on the outskirts of Shengyi is not only rich in lotus flowers, but also cultivates many famous flowers in recent years, and the types of autumn chrysanthemums are seen every year.

Yan Saburo didn't walk for long, and when he saw the small pavilion in front of him, Han Zhao beckoned to him: "Yan boy, here!"

The young man walked in and saw that half of the pavilion was built on the water, and the two of them could look down and see the lake water rippling and brocade scales swimming. The lotus leaves on the water surface are withered, but the full lotus canopy has been conceived in the withering. The eyes of everyone are seized by the autumn chrysanthemums competing on the shore, and there is the dark fragrance of osmanthus trees floating in the air, who has time to lament the inconspicuous dilapidation?

The protector occupies a good position that is naturally the first class around the lake. Sit in this small pavilion, and the scenery of the small half of Autumn Island comes into view.

As soon as Yan Saburo sat down, Han Zhao asked him, "Did you bring the wine?"

Yan Saburo smiled and took out two urns of fine wine from the storage ring, both of which were ten-pound pottery urns. "This is the year I received the invitation, five years old. ”

Han Zhao scolded with a smile: "Five years can you dare to call it aging?"

Yan Saburo's arm retracted: "Then I'll take it back, and then count it as aging after ten or eight years, right?"

"Bring it!" Han Zhao beckoned, and the wine urn was in his palm.

He slapped the clay seal and leaned closer to take a deep breath: "Not bad, it's very fragrant!"

Who doesn't know that the Jiuquan in Inviting Jingyuan specializes in brewing good wine? Han Zhao only said that he invited Yan Saburo to "eat crabs" instead of "drinking", and the wine still had to be brought by Yan Saburo himself.

The waiter standing on the side stepped forward to take the large urn, poured wine into the clay pot, heated it on a small red clay stove, and put a few strands of ginger.

After a while, the aroma of wine overflowed.

In each pavilion there is a large porcelain vase, inserted with the freshly cut autumn chrysanthemum of the day, and other scattered flowers. The white cat lay on the young man's lap, squinting and enjoying his stroke, and the purring sound was heard even by Han Zhao on the other side of the table.

"I'm afraid you've been spoiled for a long time, this cat. ”

"Isn't it?" Yan Saburo said, but the movements of his hands did not stop, "It's very stubborn." ”

The cat gave him a roll of his eyes. Hmph, seeing how well he served, it decided not to bother with him.

"Little Kite told me privately a few years ago. Han Zhao laughed, "After Yan Shichu got the person he liked, he must be obedient to others." I didn't believe it, so she said, 'Look at him having a cat like this!'

His lady is so wise, sure enough.

"Why didn't Mrs. He come?"

"She had an appointment with some ladies today and went out to play on a boat. ”

Yan Saburo took out a few flowers from the porcelain vase and put them in front of the cat's eyes: "How about these flowers?"

The white cat approached, touched the petals with its little red nose, and meowed at him, as if to speak.

So Yan Saburo cut off a soft rattan from the edge of the pavilion and weaved it on the table.

Han Zhao shook his head, this kid is really poisoned.

Waiting for the crab and wine, the two casually chatted about the half a year that Yan Saburo had slept.

"In the past six months, a lot has happened in the court. Han Zhao said slowly, "I handed over the Great Seal of the Zhenbei Army. ”

Although he spoke softly, the content was completely shocking.

Yan Saburo's hand movement obviously paused for a few breaths before he was able to continue: "David is really blessed to have you." ”

Han Zhao helped Xiao Mi to conquer the country and sit on the throne, and the credit was high. It stands to reason that a person like him is the most qualified to be proud of his achievements and to support his own troops.

But Han Zhao actually handed over the military power in his hands.

This also means that from now on, Xiao Mi's rule will be more stable, and the relationship between the monarch and the minister will be more harmonious.

Yan Saburo is becoming more and more mature, knowing how irresistible power is to the erosion of a person's mind, how many heroes and heroes throughout the ages can't see through it until death, and can't break it?

But Han Zhao can afford to take it and put it down, but he is not nostalgic.

This open-mindedness and bearing, how can you not teach him to be awe-inspiring?

Han Zhao said again: "The king has also grown up, and he has a good way of governing the country, and he is more like Mingjun." In the past two years, many newcomers in the court have emerged, and there are many generals who can be of great use. ”

Yan Saburo smiled: "Luck." "The country is thriving, and natural talents are coming out in large numbers.

Han Zhao clapped his palm: "That's right, it's just luck." ”

Yan Saburo moved quickly, and a rattan corolla in his hand was formed.

He put the wreath around the cat's neck.

The snow-white cat and the bright flower crown complement each other perfectly.

The white cat looked down at his reflection in the water, ah, it was beautiful.

It posed several times in a row.

Seeing that it was too probed, Yan Saburo reached out to protect it, afraid that it would fall into the water.

Han Zhao sighed twice. This kid is usually cold and cold-faced, if there is only a little childlike innocence, most of them have been sent to his cat.

While talking, the prepared fat crabs were also served, and there were four red lake crabs neatly stacked in the white porcelain plate, each of which was as big as Yan Saburo's fist, and the black hair on the foot joint.

It's just steamed, and there are two parts of ginger vinegar on the plate.

"This is a specialty of Longhu, and after being caught, it was raised in clear water for two more days. Han Zhao lifted the top of the crab, revealing a large piece of red and bright crab paste inside, which was fragrant and fragrant. "I heard that you grabbed something in Longhu. ”

A mouthful of fat crab, a mouthful of wine, life is nothing more than this.

"yes. Yan Saburo also started to dismantle the crabs. The white cat was half-lying on the edge of the table, his head resting on his front paws, and his eyes were staring at the crab roe in his hand. It looks so fat, it cocks its tail.

While talking about what happened to Yuan Jiadang, the young man carefully removed the crab roe and crab meat and put them on a plate.

By the time he finished speaking, the crab meat on the plate was already stacked high.

He put the plate on the stilt, and the cat jumped on it and took a happy sip.

"Shura Dao?" Han Zhao's face sank. Like Xiao Mi, his first thought was the safety of the national capital. "If there is a rift, can you close it? I remember, you once closed the entrance of the Shura Path to the human world. ”

"It's hard to say if you haven't seen it in person. Yan Saburo took a sip of warm wine. Something he hasn't seen yet, how does he pack a ticket?

"Do you want me to help?"

Yan Saburo did not refuse: "But where there is labor to protect the country, I will definitely not be polite." ”

Han Zhao also fell into deep thought, and the two of them ate the steamed lake crab in silence, took fragrant tea and washed their hands.

The second one that came up was crab stuffed with oranges. The dishes with the word "stuffed" are nothing more than two actions: "stuffing" and "steaming", which is to stuff the crab meat and crab roe and orange flesh into a good hollow round orange, and then re-steam it with ginger wine vinegar.

The taste is very novel, Yan Saburo doesn't like it, so he eats it slowly.

Before he could put down the wooden chopstick, someone suddenly approached.