After Zhong Huaiqing breathed, he saw the two people who were trying to carry him to his room on a simple stretcher. In the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info Bai Liruo is responsible for carrying the back with his hands, while the little paper crane is trying to flutter his wings, trying his best to keep the wooden stick in front of him stable.

Looking at the little paper crane holding a wooden stick, Zhong Huaiqing expressed embarrassment, but then realized a problem. What's that, it's yourself sitting on this rickety stretcher right now, isn't it?

In an instant, a layer of white sweat floated densely on Zhong Huaiqing's body, and he jumped off the frame with agility that he had never had. Seeing the stretcher with the last straw on it fall to the ground, Zhong Huaiqing wiped the beads of sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and deeply sighed about his luck.

The stretcher fell to the ground, and Bai Liruo jumped in time but there was nothing wrong, at most he just threw a skirt of ashes. And the little paper crane that can't dodge it is very unlucky. Seeing that the little paper crane was directly taken by the shelf, pressed under the stretcher and fluttering vigorously, Zhong Huaiqing exhaled deeply again.

I just breathe one or two, who actually made the decision to carry myself on a stretcher, you have to know which of the two is more important, it is simply clear at a glance. If he is left there, he will be fine, but if the stretcher accidentally falls, Zhong Huaiqing said that it is luck that he can still live.

Before he could speak, Bai Liruo had already glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing when you get up so early, what if you wait for another quarter and a half hours?"

Zhong Huaiqing frowned instantly, and his face sank: "If I hadn't woken up, it wouldn't be too late, I'm just afraid that if I fall down, it will be difficult to get up again, right?" Seeing that Zhong Huaiqing was really angry, Bai Liruo was also arrogant.

Tilted his head: "With His Holiness personally taking care of you, what are you afraid of?", after all, it is not good to stimulate it again, after all, the only person who is completely innocent in this matter is him. Of course, the most unlucky ones are also.

Yu Qingchen's gaze was cold and indifferent, and he gently threw a milky white light ball in his hand, and his posture was extremely skillful. The corners of Zhong Huaiqing's mouth twitched, and his anger disappeared a lot, after all, just by looking at this, he could know that his safety was absolutely no problem.

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How many times did he fall down to practice such skillful movements! In other words, how many times did he suffer from crises when he was unconscious???

Yu Qingchen had a slight regret, if Zhong Huaiqing got up a little later, Ah Li and the little paper crane would have succeeded this time. As for the number of failures? Not once or twice.

But the effect is also obvious, don't you see that you have successfully climbed half of the stairs this time? Actually, Ah Li's problem is not big, but if it is a bird the size of a sparrow that cooperates with her, it is actually not easy for both parties.

In that case, let's let them go for now. Checking the oilcloth bag in his hand, Yu Qingchen was a little entangled. I heard that this thing is quite a drink, so I bought it to celebrate. But now, are you still in the mood to celebrate?

Throwing it casually, seeing Zhong Huaiqing subconsciously catching it, Yu Qingchen nodded with satisfaction, just take it as a shock to him. He turned around and walked upstairs.

With a strange face, he pinched the bag in his hand, the smell of this is a little familiar. Tear open the package. Zhong Huaiqing was completely speechless, this red color, as well as this form, is a pig's head???

Ignoring the struggle of the little paper crane and Bai Liruo's envy, jealousy and hatred, Zhong Huaiqing said that he wanted to be quiet, don't ask him who Jingjing is, he doesn't know. He strode back, closed the door, hesitated, and opened the cloth bag.

Anyway, this thing is edible, right? I was surprised before, but I just felt that this thing was too inconsistent with Yu Qingchen's image.

Lifting the chopsticks and eating, I have to say that the taste is still strong and authentic, and it is very good. With a thought, he took out a small cup and served it as a wine, which had a special taste. Yu Qingchen's vision is still very good.

I don't know that Zhong Huaiqing, who slandered so much because of a small bag of pig's head meat, completely forgot about the little paper crane that was still struggling under the stretcher. Yu Qingchen thinks that it is really necessary for him to celebrate for a while, but it is not an excuse before.

For the first time, I walked alone to the streets of the mortal world and successfully completed the purchase of one thing, no, it was two tasks, and from a commemorative point of view, it was also worth celebrating!

I looked at the oilcloth bag that was still in my hand, and I bought a pack of pig's head meat before, right, this bag seems to be fennel beans?, and half a pack of braised donkey meat. First, I took a delicate green jade cup from my sleeve.

After thinking about it for a while, he took out the Liuchen brew that was given to him at that banquet, and the taste of this wine seemed to be good, although it was not as clear and pure as most of the other ones he had drunk. It's just that the name is that many monks are faintly dissatisfied, so there is no reputation to spread.

But that's the name she's going to drink now, and it's 100% commemorative. What's more, she has a faint intuition, although Liuchen brewing is not the most suitable for these dishes, but although she has a lot of wine, this one can barely fit it.

Thinking of the bag of pig's head meat that she threw to Zhong Huaiqing before, Yu Qingchen regretted it a little, and in the appetizers she had heard before, it seemed that pig's head meat was the best. Shake your head, since you have already made it, let it be, how can you regret it? Not to mention that there is nothing in the meat of a pig's head?

Let go of the obsession, picked up a bean and tasted it, and the middle-aged man who introduced her, although he always felt a little strange, but he really did his best to introduce her. The pig's head meat is not eaten, the fennel beans are full of particles, very soft and crispy, fragrant but not rotten, and there is even a little bit of chewiness.

After taking a sip of wine, it is really good, the moment the two are compatible, the fresh fragrance is vividly displayed. After tasting the braised donkey meat again, Yu Qingchen felt that there were actually a lot of good things in the mortal world.

Not to mention the crying and laughing after the secret man 'won the lottery' again, nor did he mention Tang Yicai's complicated feelings when he received the news not long after. Now Yu Qingchen and others have rarely enjoyed a comfortable treatment.

Today is a small festival in the state of Chu, and it is said that it is the birthday of a very famous person in those years. In fact, there are not many people in the Chu State who remember the origin and celebrate seriously, but this does not prevent the inn from adding a few dishes for this at noon.

There are actually very few big festivals in Chu State, only three a year, but like this kind of small festival or something, there are seven or eight scattered throughout the year, which can be regarded as supporting the scene. Therefore, although Chu Min will not celebrate small festivals, they are still happy to do such a small thing.

The pragmatic style of the Chu people can actually be seen from this point. At least the Liang Kingdom next to it, the festival is large and small, and there are a lot of flower heads. Although Yu Qingchen didn't meet it for a few days, in fact, as long as he stayed for three more days, it was a well-known festival in the local area.