I have said a long time ago that Yun Mo is not a gentle son who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, he is used to mixing with the old men in the barracks, and he can't see the women crying and crying, and when he sees it from afar, he will pout and hide, let alone let him coax him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, if it was his little son who was crying, Yun Mo would definitely be distressed immediately. The maid was right, the little prince is the treasure of the prince, his unique little princess, and naturally he has to do his best to pamper him.

However, the one who can like the prince will not be an ordinary second-class character, Qiu Ting has suffered less blows over the years? Hasn't she all persevered?

Murong Lingfeng's sideways glance made Qiu Ting find new hope. In Qiu Ting's opinion, the little boy's eyes are docile and his temperament is quiet, the key is what she says, the holy prince will listen to it with his heart, this is definitely her good helper, although this helper may be her biggest obstacle, but Qiu Ting is confident, can't she even put a little kid who hasn't grown all her hair?

Of course, all this is just because the little boy didn't wake up, and his expression was still in a trance, which made Qiu Ting have such a wrong judgment.

After making up her mind, Qiu Ting went towards Murong Lingfeng.

She followed the two of them all the way to the kitchen, and saw Yun Mo rolling up his sleeves, putting on an apron, and washing his hands and making soup for the little boy, Qiu Ting couldn't help but open her mouth wide in surprise, she never thought that the prince would actually enter this kitchen, and there was no sense of disobedience, but it added a touch of charm to Yun Mo. "It turns out that the man who can cook is so handsome, and he must be very happy to marry such a man. ”

"I know a lot of good cooks, would I like to introduce them to you?"

Qiu Ting looked to the side, not knowing when Murong Lingfeng arrived at her side. The little boy was holding a plate of strawberries that Yun Mo had washed and stuffed for her, and when he heard Qiu Ting's blurted out emotion, he couldn't help but say.

Qiu Ting pouted, "I don't like cooks, you better keep it for yourself!" However, if you are willing to give me the prince, I must be grateful." Qiu Ting made no secret of her purpose, "As long as you give me the prince, I can satisfy you whatever you want." ”

Murong Lingfeng didn't rush to refute, but looked Qiu Ting up and down with a suspicious gaze, "What can you have?" It's not that the little boy is arrogant, it's really an ordinary task that can't satisfy her wishes. Even Emperor Chu wanted to please the little boy, so he could only take the road of food. However, there has always been an illogical theorem in Xiao Gongzi's heart: cloud desert = chef with unlimited potential = endless food. This completely shows the indispensable position of the prince in the heart of the foodie boy. So, if you want to exchange Yun Mo for it, even if you drag the gold and silver mountains here, the little boy won't take a second look, and if he leaves Yun Mo, he will leave a mobile delicious supply library, such a cost-effective deal, how can the young master of Murong, who claims to be the second generation of profiteers, do it?

"My father is Qiu Ming, the general of Southern Chu Pingxi, he is wise and martial arts, he rebelled in the northwest of Apple, suppressed the bandits in Lanshan, and was canonized by the emperor himself, my family's mansion is the general's mansion given by the emperor, and the inner hall is dedicated to the gold medal given by the emperor to avoid death! My eldest brother relied on his own strength in my father's military camp, and he had already climbed to the rank of deputy lieutenant of Xuanjie at the age of thirty, and it would not be long before he could take over my father's position!" Qiu Ting said proudly. Her father is a general who carries real swords and guns, and he is not known how many times stronger than those traitorous ministers who can only dance and write. "My Pingxi General's Mansion is the most prominent and powerful place in Chu Jing except for the Imperial Palace, the Nine Kings' Mansion and the Martial Palace, naturally whatever you want, even if you open your mouth, I, Qiu Ting, can do it!"

Murong Lingfeng stuffed the last strawberry into his mouth and said lightly, "I want the throne of Southern Chu, can you get it for me?"

Qiu Ting's mouth opened wide and looked at her in disbelief, "You...... You...... You're going to rebel?"

Yun Mo washed a peach in the hot pot and handed it to her, "Uncle Huang wanted to pass on the throne to you before, you don't want it, what do you think of now?"

Murong Lingfeng shrugged, "Miss Qiu wants to exchange something with me for you, I have to find someone worthy of your status as a holy prince!"

Yun Mo didn't feel the slightest joy when he heard her words, he walked over and stroked Murong Lingfeng's cheek, "In your heart, am I only worthy of an emperor's throne?"

Murong Lingfeng wanted to say that the throne was already very powerful, okay. However, looking at Yun Mo's gloomy expression, he couldn't tell the truth, "Of course not!" The little boy smiled and hugged his waist and put it into his arms, "I want the position of the master of Zhantian Palace, isn't it for fear of scaring Miss Qiu." ”

Yun Mo pinched the tip of Murong Lingfeng's nose, "I can't see it, you are still an official fan! Zhantian Palace Master? It's a shame that you can figure it out!" "Don't say it, if the little prince really sees the throne of God, even if it is from the other three kingdoms, the prince can fight for her to grab it, but this Zhantian Palace ......

Zhantian Palace has been depicted as a god in thousands of years of rumors, and it is where the gods live, and it is not allowed for these "mortals" to desecrate.

Murong Lingfeng saw smoke rising from the kitchen oil pot, and quickly patted Yun Mo's shoulder, "Go quickly, the pot will be mushy in a while!"

Yun Mo hurriedly let go of the little boy, returned to his main position, and put the shrimp balls into the oil pot. The little boy loves shrimp, so he thought about giving her some shrimp balls to try.

Qiu Ting was still immersed in Yun Mo's sentence that Emperor Chu wanted to pass on the throne to Murong Lingfeng, and she couldn't come back to her senses. She didn't understand what kind of charm the little prince had, and at the same time that the Holy Lord could be so desperate for her, even Emperor Chu would love her so much, and even the throne would not hesitate to give it away.

Murong Lingfeng glanced at her and shook his head. This Miss Qiu is a spoiled child by the family, she doesn't know how high the sky is, and she thinks that her father's little merit can make her walk sideways in the Zhantian Continent. As everyone knows, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people, not to mention that it is on the Zhantian Continent, even in this Chu Jing, there are still many people who are pressing on her general's mansion. "Miss Qiu should go back and inquire about what kind of existence the Murong clan is, and then come and grab Yunmo with me. Murong Lingfeng found a bench and sat at the kitchen door, waiting for Yun Mo's shrimp balls to be served.

Yun Mo sharpened a bamboo skewer, put it on the edge of the plate and served it with the shrimp balls, and told Murong Lingfeng, "This plate is all yours, eat it slowly, be careful of scalding!" He went back and planned to make a soup for the little boy with two dishes.

Qiu Ting looked at the golden shrimp balls on the plate, and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "Okay...... Is it delicious?"

Murong Lingfeng deliberately held up a shrimp ball and smashed it, "It's delicious! Everything Yun Momo makes is delicious! Definitely a chef level!"

Qiu Ting struggled for a long time, but she still couldn't resist the temptation, "Can you bring me one?"

This request moved the taboo of the little boy, and Murong Lingfeng immediately hugged the plate in his arms, "Yun Momo said that this plate is mine! Of course I can't give it to you! If you want to eat it, find a cook to make it yourself!"

"Why are you so stingy!" Qiu Ting looked at her angrily.

Murong Lingfeng didn't care, "How can this be stingy? This is clearly ......"

"It's clearly food protection. A nice voice helped Murong Lingfeng pick up this sentence.

The two looked at the gate of the courtyard at the same time, only to see the second prince and the martial prince coming together, followed by two young talents.

It was the second prince who spoke. Nangong Jun looked at Murong Lingfeng with a smile and quipped, "If you can make our Mo boy put on an apron and wash his hands and make soup, there is probably only a little boy in the world!"

"Daddy!" Murong Lingfeng immediately ran over as soon as he saw the second prince, holding the plate for him, "Daddy taste, Yun Momo's cooking is delicious!"

Nangong Jun took a shrimp ball and put it in his mouth and tasted it, "Well, it turns out that our generalissimo is a first-class imperial chef buried in the barracks!"

"Ahem!" The Martial Lord beside him coughed lightly twice, attracting Murong Lingfeng's attention.

The little boy hurriedly handed over the plate, "The prince will have one too!"

Wu Wangye also tasted a shrimp ball, "Actually, if you marry into the palace in the future, you will also follow Mo'er to call my father king." "The meaning of Lord Wu's words, or let's change our words now.

Before the little boy could speak, Nangong Jun blocked it first, "After returning in the future, you will have to pay a fee for changing your mouth, don't want to take advantage of my daughter." Feng'er, we have to be called the prince, we can't not understand the rules!"

Murong Lingfeng nodded obediently, Dad was right!

Qiu Ting walked over with lotus steps and saluted Nangong Jun and Nangong Hao, "Qiu Ting has seen the second prince, the martial prince. ”

Nangong Jun hadn't been in the capital for a long time, and he wasn't very familiar with these children, "Who is this?"

"The little girl of the Qiu Ming family," Nangong Hao pointed back, "Qiu Mao's twin sister." ”

Nangong Jun looked back at Qiu Mao and then at Qiu Ting, "It's really a little similar." He only commented on this sentence and stopped paying attention to Qiu Ting. The second prince's attention was on his newly recognized daughter. Nangong Jun pinched Murong Lingfeng's thin arm distressedly, "Mo'er said that you slept for a long time, and now you are better?"

"I know how to protect the food, and it looks like it's okay!" Yun Mo walked out with two plates of dishes and greeted the second prince, "Second uncle, father, aren't you discussing the competition?

The second prince and Murong Lingfeng sat on the bench together, and beckoned the two young talents to come over as well, "Don't listen to what people say, Xiao Feng'er is awake, and we two old things can't help but come over to take a look, it is estimated that your mother will have to come over after a while." ”

The two young men saluted Yun Mo, and one of them waved his hand at Murong Lingfeng, "Do you remember the little boy?"

Murong Lingfeng looked at him and shook his head honestly, "Have we met?"

This reaction was expected by Shui Yunyan, but he was still a little disappointed in his heart, "On the Nanshan Mountain that day, we had a relationship. ”

"And me, and me!" Qiu Mao said, pointing to his nose, "I'm facing you from beginning to end!"

Murong Lingfeng bit his chopsticks and looked up for a long time, and finally looked at Yun Mo with a blank face, "Where is Nanshan?"

Yun Mo took off his apron and sat down beside Murong Lingfeng, "It's all inconsequential, if you don't remember, forget it." ”

Shui Yunyan squinted his eyes slightly at Yun Mo, and the eyes of the two briefly met in the air. Shui Yunyan did not obsess about this matter anymore, but reintroduced himself to Murong Lingfeng. "Below is the youngest son of Zuo Xiang Shuize, Shui Yunyan, and the little boy should still call me brother. ”

Murong Lingfeng was stunned, "Why?" Her mother gave birth to two daughters, her and Xue'er, where did she come from?

"My eldest sister Shui Rouer married into the Anguo Mansion five years ago and became the princess of the prince of Anguo. Should you call me Brother Sheng?" explained Shui Yunyan.

Murong Lingfeng of the Anguo Mansion naturally knew about it. Her grandfather, Lao Guo's Gong'an, and her hereditary uncle, An Shuyang, who inherited the title of Duke An, are not in Chujing, and there is only one second uncle An Guyang in the family. Her mother-in-law An Shuli and this second brother did not have a good relationship, and after the two of them came to Chujing, they didn't bother to go to the Guogong Mansion to find bad luck, and naturally they were not very familiar with the things in the Guogong Mansion. Shui Yunyan, who is both a sister and a concubine, has long made Murong Lingfeng dizzy, and the little prince subconsciously looked at Yun Mo and wanted him to explain.

"It's just a brother who can't be beaten with eight poles, so it's okay if you don't recognize it. Yun Mo didn't want other men to have any contact with his little princess at all, "Feng'er, come and try this, it's not to your taste." ”

Qiu Mao wanted to fight for Shui Yunyan, but was stopped by Shui Yunyan. He shook his head at Qiu Mao and sat down quietly.

"By the way, how are you talking about things?" Yun Mo asked.

"Because this is not a competition between the two countries, we can't use the royal venue, so we have set the venue at Yunxi Tower for the time being. Xihua's people will return in about ten days, and the day of the competition will be set in fifteen days. Wu Wang Ye told the results of their previous discussions, "As for the specific process, scale and security matters, we have to wait for Han'er to come back and discuss them together." ”

Nangong Hao's Murong Lingfeng was half-understood, but there were a few words that caught her attention, "Xihua, what does Nan Chu want to compare with Xihua?"

Nangong Jun shook his head with a smile, and put an eggplant box in the bowl for Murong Lingfeng, "It's not that Nanchu and Xihua want to compete, it's a contest between the seventh son of Chujing and Xihua's Qianyun Academy." ”

"Qianyun Academy!" Murong Lingfeng's eyes widened, "What are you going to compete with Qianyun Academy?"

"The contest between literati is naturally a matter of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs!" Qiu Mao said proudly, "Although my seventh son of Chujing is not as famous as Qianyun Academy in the Zhantian Continent, he is not a vegetarian. This time, let the world see who is higher and who is lower!"

Shui Yunyan glared at him and asked him to restrain himself, "Qianyun Academy is the best in the world, and it is incomparable to us. It was all provoked by Tang Mu, a kid who didn't know the height of the sky, he knew that Qianyun Academy was going to Chujing with Xihua's birthday team, so he sent a battle post to Qianyun Academy, but he didn't expect Qianyun Academy to really respond!"

Murong Lingfeng sneered, "There is no suspense in the competition, why shouldn't it?" She looked at the two of Chu Jing's seven sons in front of her, and sighed slightly, "You are doomed!"