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King Pingnan certainly didn't pay attention to the polite words of the shop waiter, but greeted Wei Han when he was about to leave the house: "Eleventh Brother hasn't finished eating yet?"
Wei Han was sitting at the table by the window. Today he was wearing a crow blue robe, which made him tall and straight, with deep eyebrows.
Wei Han didn't want to pay attention to the nonsense of King Pingnan, but basic etiquette is still required.
He nodded coldly: "Yes. Third brother and third sister-in-law, go slowly."
"The eleventh brother eat slowly." Pingnan Wang smiled and walked out of the gate of the restaurant, his expression turned cold.
No one likes to put a hot face on someone else's cold ass. Of course he has a problem with this eleventh brother who doesn't like oil and salt.
Elder Brother Huang valued Eleventh Brother the most.
He couldn't even figure out why.
If the eleventh brother is a rare general, wouldn't Da Zhou find anyone better than him?
Brother Huang has carefully cultivated the eleventh brother since he was young, and even sent him to the Northland for training early.
Could it be that when the eleventh brother was still a child, the emperor saw that he was a good young man who could establish a country?
Pingnan Wang recalled distant memories.
How did he remember that the eleventh brother was a fool when he was a child?
The eleventh brother was born many years after he left Beijing to take up the vassal. It wasn't until his father passed away that the emperor's elder brother inherited the rule, and they, the vassal kings, came to Beijing to congratulate him.
At that time, the eleventh brother was only three or four years old, and he didn't look very bright.
According to rumors, the eleventh prince is a bit stupid...
Perhaps it was because he was young and slow-witted, who would have thought that he would look like a human being now.
Pingnan Wang was upset when he thought about this, he staggered and almost fell.
"My lord, be careful." Princess Pingnan quickly supported him.
Pingnan Wang came back to his senses and stood firm: "I'm fine. Let's go."
Outside the restaurant, there are already thousands of lights.
A waning moon is as thin as a moth's eyebrows, hanging in the sky lonely and deserted.
King Pingnan stood still slightly, and exhaled: "No wonder there is a restaurant that only serves the evening market. In such a hot day, it would be so uncomfortable to come out after lunch when you are full. Now you can blow the night breeze as soon as you come out, or Much more comfortable."
Princess Pingnan agreed with a smile.
"My lord, let's go."
The guards outside the restaurant silently followed Pingnan Wang and his wife.
After walking a few feet away, King Pingnan looked back.
The wine shop is still brightly lit, and the blue wine flag is fluttering in the wind. Looking at it so seriously in the night, it is both familiar and strange.
"My lord?" Princess Pingnan called in confusion.
Ping Nan Wang turned his head, walked forward and said with a smile: "There is a restaurant where you can't get enough of fried pork knuckles. When is the next time you have this dish?"
Princess Pingnan smiled and said: "Today is the end of the month, and next time it will be the tenth day."
Thinking that he would have to wait ten days before he could eat his favorite grilled pork knuckle, King Pingnan frowned: "I don't know why there are so many stinky rules, on the tenth, twentieth, and thirtieth day, you can only eat it three times a month. "
"Actually, this is just right. The good doctor said that at our age, we can't eat these often..."
King Pingnan obviously didn't listen to Princess Pingnan's long-winded words, and sighed facing the night wind: "Fortunately, there are roasted pig's heads and braised beef for sale, so it's not so difficult to wait. I don't know where the daughter of Governor Luo got it from." Cook, you are really good at cooking. Ask later, if you have fellow disciples, please come to the palace."
It would be best to directly get a cook who has a restaurant to the palace, but the restaurant is opened by Governor Luo's favorite, so there is no need for the palace to offend Governor Luo because of a cook.
"Understood, I will send someone to inquire tomorrow."
The couple stopped talking and walked leisurely to Pingnan Palace.
On a tree by the street, Luo Sheng, dressed in black, almost merged with the night, holding a bow and arrow and waiting for the target to arrive.
She couldn't stay away from the wine shop for too long, so she just hid her figure. And the timing was obviously just right, and Pingnan Wang and his wife could be seen walking this way.
The distance between the wine shop and Pingnan Wangfu is exactly the distance that it is not worth taking a carriage, and it is just the distance to digest food on foot.
After eating and drinking enough, walking home in the night breeze is much more comfortable than taking a car or a sedan chair.
And then, this tree.
The light in this section is slightly darker, hiding in the leafy trees will not be noticed. And go further, still within the range of the bow and arrow, the light is bright again.
It is very suitable for her to find the target and solve it with one arrow.
Luo Sheng raised his head and glanced at the sky through the dense branches and leaves.
The waning moon in the sky is like a hook, and the moonlight is sparse, which can hardly illuminate.
The tenth, twentieth, and thirtieth day of the month, it is just right to choose the day at the end of the month.
The right time of day, the right location, and the harmony of people, only harmony of people makes Luo Sheng dissatisfied.
Zhao Shangshu came today, bringing along his capable subordinate Lin Teng and great nephew Lin Shu.
The nephew is getting older, so she shouldn't be frightened, but Lin Teng makes her a little afraid.
Princess Pingnan's birthday party impressed her deeply with Lin Teng's performance.
But she is not going to delay any longer.
Even if you eat something that suits your appetite, eating it several times frequently will also reduce your interest. When the time comes, it will be difficult to control whether King Pingnan will come to the restaurant or not.
On balance, whether Lin Teng is present or not is not that important.
Regarding this, Luo Sheng has only one thought: the price of the restaurant is still set low.
Didn’t Zhao Shangshu make his grandson overwhelmed that time? Who knows that he dared to come again as soon as the fried pork elbow and plum blossom intestines came out.
Pingnan Wang and his wife have already walked over.
Originally, this distance was the most convenient for hands, but because of the most convenient, Luo Sheng couldn't move.
Killing King Pingnan is the first, and getting out smoothly is the second.
She has to do both.
Because a King Pingnan put himself in, that would not be worthwhile.
The wind blows and the leaves rustle.
The red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the shops facing the street swayed back and forth, and the light and shadow swayed for a while.
Prince Pingnan was in front, and Concubine Pingnan was half a step behind, and the two of them were about to reach the corner.
In front of Pingnan Wang and his wife, there were two servants lighting up the lamps, and four or five guards followed behind them.
Luo Sheng hid in a tree, condescending, but he didn't have to worry about avoiding those people and aiming at the target.
The bow in the hand is already a little hot, and the bowstring is gradually full.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Luo Sheng counted his steps in his heart.
This is not the first time she has been hiding in this tree, nor is it the first time silently counting each other's steps.
In the brightly lit wine shop, when the drinkers were having a good time, and the red beans were worried about how much food and drinks would be left, she quietly left the wine shop and hid on the tree again and again, watching King Pingnan leave .
Raise the bow again and again, lower it again and again, adjust every detail, and find out the best timing.
Today, she wants to keep one of the enemies who killed hundreds of her family.
The corners of Luo Sheng's lips were tight, and his eyes narrowed.
Let go, and the arrow shoots out.
The feathered arrow carrying her pain and determination flew out like a shooting star.
Right in the heart of Queen Pingnan.
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(end of this chapter)