Chapter 177 Is it eaten by people?

   Fortunately, the ministers didn't dare to make noise. They were hungry and gurgling. They had no choice but to pick up the white, soft steamed buns, which they thought were steamed buns.

   Bite down hard as if to vent her anger, but her face suddenly became stiff.

  The ministers looked at the "bun" in their hands with hatred, why is it so rough to eat, even the servants of their mansion usually eat more delicate food than this, is this really for people to eat?

  The ministers gritted their teeth, but they didn't dare to make a fuss. After all, His Majesty is still here, and this is his territory. They might not be able to make a fuss if they wanted to. Maybe he will be beaten up by a group of big bosses in this barracks.

  Looking at the "bun" in their hands, the ministers threw it on the ground angrily and stomped on it a few times.

   What the hell, I don’t want to eat this crap, so I’ll go to the Louwailou to eat delicious food when I return to Beijing later!

  It wasn't until the white "baozi" under their feet turned into a black mass that the ministers felt more at ease.

  But the next second, the stomach was rumbling non-stop. The ministers looked at the plate of dark things on the table and the plate of "baozi", and curled their lips.

  Called the guarding soldiers outside the tent, the minister pointed to the two plates in displeasure and said, "What are these? Are they eaten by people? Hurry up and bring some meat to me."

  The soldier looked at the two plates of food, then at the dark mass on the ground, his eyelids twitched, and a cloud of anger rose in his heart.

"That's what we eat. Do you think it's human food? Also, do you think it's your home in the military camp? It would be nice to have something to eat, and you're still thinking about meat." The soldiers didn't like this kind of officials at all. Cold, gave her a blank look, and turned her head away.

  The minister trembled with anger, pointed at the soldiers and said angrily, "You, you, dare to speak to court officials like this! Believe it or not, I will punish you!"

The soldier looked impatient at the minister, waved his hand and said, "Although I am not an official of the court, I also know that only His Majesty can punish the Nine Clans. This lord said this, so could it be that he wants to rebel? Proclaim himself emperor, and then kill the Nine Clans ?”

  The soldier is also a sharp-toothed man, and the minister's forehead is covered with cold sweat, and he can't stop wiping the sweat.

   "Nonsense! How could I rebel! Don't slander me!" The minister sternly reprimanded, raising his hand to hit the soldiers in front of him.

  The soldier dodged to avoid the minister's hand, and snorted coldly, "Would you like to eat or not." Then he turned and walked out.

  The minister's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and walked out of the tent. She insisted on teaching the soldier who didn't know how to live or die just now!

   But when she walked out of the tent, there was no sign of the soldier just outside, and even her other soldiers who were standing around were gone.

  The minister was dumbfounded, what about people? Where are you going?

   There were no soldiers anywhere, so the minister had no choice but to fling his sleeves and enter the tent.

  It was past noon, and there was still no news that His Majesty was going to return to Beijing. The minister looked at the scorching sun above his head, and touched his flat stomach, wanting to cry but not crying.

  Turning around, looking at the two plates of food on the table, the minister stared blankly, and didn't go to take it.

   Half an hour later, the minister looked at the two plates of food, couldn't help licking the corners of his lips, and let out a timely growl from his stomach.

   Taking a deep breath, the minister came to the two plates of food, picked up the "bun", closed his eyes, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When a "bun" entered his stomach, the minister couldn't help but let out a breath, then looked at the black thing beside him, picked up a small piece with chopsticks, looked at it in front of his eyes, and then looked at the black thing with a look of disgust. Throwing the odd thing back on the plate.

   While gnawing on the dry "bun", the minister's mouth was parched and he looked around. Not to mention the water, he didn't even see the shadow of the cup.

  The minister couldn't help but be full of anger, thinking angrily, when will she be reduced to the point where she can't even drink her saliva...

  Swallowing half to death, the minister had no choice but to look at the black thing with some soup, picked up the chopsticks with difficulty, quickly picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

   Who knew that it would be better not to eat it, but once he ate it, the minister's tears came out.

   "Yo, I thought that if you don't eat, my lord, it's not for people to eat."

   A mocking voice came from outside the tent, the minister turned his head to look, his face was flushed, but it was the soldier who had just walked out, holding a pot of water in his hand, leaning against the curtain of the tent and looking at her faintly.

  The minister didn't pay attention to her sarcasm at this time, but looked at the pot of water in her hand with green eyes, hurried up, grabbed the pot and poured water into his mouth.

   After drinking water and panting, the minister looked at the soldiers leaning against the tent with an embarrassed expression on his face.

  The soldier took the kettle in the minister's hand, looked at it, and said, "I still have a good appetite."

   Now the minister was even more speechless, only feeling his old face flushed.

  The soldier didn't speak, and left quickly with the water bottle.

  After a while, the soldier came over with two bags of water bottles and threw them to the minister who was still standing there, "No, the conditions here are simple, there are no teapots and cups, let's just have a little." Then he turned and left.

  The minister pursed his lips and looked at the two jugs of water in his hands with complicated eyes.

  Seeing the soldiers walking away slowly, the minister couldn't help but raise his voice, "What's your name?"

  Under the scorching sun, the soldier raised his right hand without looking back, waved it lightly, and then slowly disappeared from the minister's sight.

  The minister glanced at the two kettles in his hand, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

  …

  Inside the main tent

  Jun Li sat on the grand master's chair, surrounded by a dozen soldiers, including the soldier just now.

  Listening to the reports from the soldiers, Jun Li showed a slight smile on his face: It seems that the results are all good, and her efforts were not in vain.

   Waved his hand, "You all did a good job, you have worked hard, go down and rest."

  The soldiers responded, and their figures flashed, and there was no trace of them in the tent.

  Junli smiled slightly, and touched his chin. He didn't expect that these hidden guards were quite good at kung fu. Most importantly, their acting ability was good, very good!

  It seems that if there is such a thing in the future, let them handle it.

  Jun Li was thinking directly, when he heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the tent, Jun Li listened attentively, and quickly judged who it was by the sound of footsteps.

  When the owner of the footsteps reached outside the tent, Jun Li suddenly said, "General Shi, come in."

  The people outside the door froze obviously, then opened the curtain and walked in.

   "The minister Shi Feng sees His Majesty!" Shi Feng bent over and cupped his hands towards Jun Li.

  Jun Li raised his lips and smiled, "General Shi doesn't need to be too polite, but it's for departure?"

  Shi Feng nodded, "It's been an hour since noon, and all the soldiers have rested. It's time to set off. Let's go now. It's time to light the lanterns when we arrive at the imperial city."

  Junli nodded, stood up from the teacher's chair, and ordered, "Then, let's go!"

  (end of this chapter)