Back to Li Chengfeng's side, after commanding in the palace day and night for three full days.

Only then did he teach the process to the shadow who hurried back.

This place is full of people from two secret troops, Heiyu and Fenghuo, and the ice-making place is also in the palace, so he is not worried about the method of ice-making being leaked.

From renting shared fans to making shaved ice, and directing the ice-making process for three days, he was already exhausted.

When he returned to Zhenwang's mansion, Li Chengfeng fell asleep and slept from early morning to evening.

When he woke up again, he found that there were two uninvited guests at the door, they were Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng who had been tricked into the mission list by him earlier.

Since confirming the list of missions, the two have been reading various Tubo materials non-stop to prepare for the mission.

In the past two days, they came to the palace every day to discuss specific matters with Li Chengfeng, but they never saw him.

There is no way, the two of them can only let the servants at home look at the King's Mansion.

No, they received the news as soon as Li Chengfeng came back this morning, and rushed over immediately after he went down to court.

"Why did the two of them come to see me?" Li Chengfeng walked out of the living room of the palace with doubts, and welcomed the two of them in.

Li Chengfeng hadn't noticed it when he was far away before, but when he got closer to the two of them, he realized that they both had hanging neck fans that he rented out around their necks.

"Why are you looking for me?" Li Chengfeng asked, pouring two cups of freshly brewed black tea for the two.

"This is the current situation of the various ministries in Tubo that we sorted out. I came here to communicate with the Eighth Prince before going on a mission."

Du Ruhui took out a special yellowed sheepskin scroll from his pocket.

In fact, he and Wei Zheng came to communicate with Li Chengfeng in such a hurry, in order not to make a joke when they were sent out.

If something embarrassing happened to the Eighth Prince in Tubo, it would be bad to leave a laughing stock.

After all, the eighth prince has always been out of character, and his words are not surprising.

Li Chengfeng took the scroll and spread it out. On the scroll was a simple map of Tubo, on which several large parts of Tubo were specially circled with a pen.

The current Tubo king of Tubo is named Nangri Lunzan. During his reign, he integrated many loose tribes into his command.

Among them, the four major tribes are servants of the royal family, closely related to life and death with the royal family, and are emerging nobles in Tubo.

But because of their reuse, those big tribes that already dominated the grassland, led by the Xiangxiong tribe, became more and more dissatisfied with Nangri Lunzan.

Not only that, Nangri Lunzan's younger brother Nangri Coqin's ambitions are expanding day by day, and he is suspected of threatening the royal family.

That's why Nang Ri Lun Zan was so eager to launch a foreign war to buy time to deal with internal conflicts.

After reading the scroll, Li Chengfeng nodded and looked at Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng with praise in their eyes.

The treatments sorted out by the two are related to folk customs and folk customs, and it is really rare.

"The two adults have worked hard to sort out this information for the boy, and the boy thank you here."

Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng met each other's eyes, looked at each other and smiled, a big stone fell to the ground in their hearts.

"My hard work is nothing, but the Eighth Prince will have to work hard when he goes on a mission in the future."

"The two of us have to go home to sort out today's memorial, so we will leave first!"

The two stood up and bowed deeply to Li Chengfeng, then turned around and left the palace hall to go out.

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After the two left, Li Chengfeng rested at home for a while, and did not leave the palace until the hour of Xu Shi.

After coming back for so many days, he still hasn't taken a good look around Xijing City.

This time happened to be the time when everyone had dinner, all kinds of late-night snacks and vendors selling gadgets stood on both sides of the street.

Boys and girls in silk and satin play together in small groups on the streets.

The sound of hawking on the street and the chatter of pedestrians on the road, mixed with the sound of pots and pans on the food stalls, is not a pleasant experience.

Not long after he walked out, he saw the crowd in front of him in a mess, with exclamations one after another.

From a distance, a middle-aged man in the crowd was yelling curses, chasing and beating a teenager with a feather duster in his hand.

Li Chengfeng has met these two people, it is Lu Guogong Cheng Yaojin and his son Cheng Huailiang.

"You brat, dare to steal my wine, I'll see if I won't beat you to death today!" Cheng Yaojin blushed and had a thick neck.

Cheng Huailiang babbled while dodging his mouth: "I just drank a little, and you obviously drank that wine by yourself."

"How dare you talk back!" Cheng Yaojin was so angry at this sentence, he drew out the saber from his waist and charged towards Cheng Huailiang.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin drew his sword, the crowd dispersed one after another, Cheng Huailiang caught sight of Li Chengfeng behind the crowd.

Cheng Huailiang quickly dodged the sword behind him and ran behind Li Chengfeng.

Cheng Yaojin, who was in a fit of anger, rushed over without hesitation.

"Eighth Prince, please move out of the way. This kid ate the royal wine that His Majesty gave me, and I must beat him to death today!" He said through gritted teeth.

Li Chengfeng waved his hands again and again, no matter what, the father and son are both officials of the court, how decent it is to fight in this street!

"Lu Guogong, don't worry, there is a batch of fine wine at my boy's house that is about to be sent to your house, why bother getting angry in the street like this!" Li Chengfeng persuaded.

When the Cheng family father and son heard that there was good wine, their eyes lit up.

Cheng Yaojin dropped the saber on his waist and looked angrily at Cheng Huailiang behind Li Chengfeng.

"The Eighth Prince is pleading for you, so I'll let you off today, boy."

But soon he changed the subject again: "Eighth Prince, how much good wine are you talking about? Old Cheng, I just want a hundred and eight altars, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com It's a waste of time to drink!"

Li Chengfeng looked at the pair of Cheng family treasures in front of him, and couldn't help laughing.

But now he really has something to ask Cheng Yaojin, so he just used this excuse to talk to Cheng Yaojin.

"Duke Lu is very elegant, why don't you come to the little prince's mansion and have a good drink!"

Li Chengfeng took Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Huailiang back to the palace, took out a bottle of Moutai from the system and poured them a glass.

The strong aroma of the sauce soon filled the living room after the wine was poured out, and the elegant and delicate aroma was tangy.

The father and son of the Cheng family, who were fond of wine, were hooked up and drank it down in one gulp.

"Good wine! This wine is three points better than the wine His Majesty gave me!" Cheng Yaojin was full of pride.

When Cheng Yaojin was almost done drinking, Li Chengfeng said slowly: "Mr. Lu is telling the truth, but I have one more request."

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Yaojin was so frightened that the wine glass in his hand fell on the table.

There was fine wine in front of me just now, so I was so absorbed in drinking that I forgot what kind of demon king Li Chengfeng was.

"Boy, I want you..." Li Chengfeng whispered into Cheng Yaojin's ear.

After listening, Cheng Yaojin, who was just a little tipsy, felt a shock in his heart, and the wine in his hand was no longer fragrant.

He glanced at Li Chengfeng and said to himself: "Old Master Wei Zheng is right, drinking is indeed a mistake."

"Hey... the old man just promises you, Eighth Prince!"

Li Chengfeng smiled happily, took out another bottle of Moutai from the side and stuffed it into Cheng Yaojin's hand.

Next to the two of them, Cheng Huailiang, who was already drunk, was snoring loudly and had already gone to dream about Duke Zhou.

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