"Grandpa Guo, the old slave heard that the porridge boiled by Yangxinzhai is good, so he bought two bowls according to your taste, and it is still hot, you can taste it. ”

"Grandpa Guo, the old slave heard that the fish cooked in Juxian Restaurant was good, so he went to buy one and came back, you can taste it. ”

"Grandpa Guo, the old slave heard that the braised meat of the old Li family in Shun'er Hutong is good——"

When he first arrived in Yancheng, the weather was cloudy, just like his gloomy mood, the dark clouds gathered but did not disperse, and the sun was not seen for several months. Wei Ziyan couldn't raise a little appetite, he was getting thinner and thinner, and he was so anxious that the old servants went around, almost searched the ten cities in the north and south, and bought all the food with a good reputation, but all the food he ate tasted like chewing wax in his mouth, and he knew that it was not that the food was not delicious enough, but that there was something wrong with his heart.

Until one day, the old servant came back from outside, carrying an oiled paper bag in his hand, walked up to him and said: "Grandpa Guo, there is a seller of baked cakes at the entrance of Dongjie in front of our door, and the old slave bought two when he passed by, and the one that has just come out of the oven is hot, can you taste it?"

The old servant was heartbroken for him, running around all day, his body was deeply tired and haggard, Wei Ziyan didn't want to touch his heart, so he took the baked cake in his hand and untied the oil paper bag, picked up a piece and put it to his mouth and took a bite, the fragrance of the cake spread in his mouth, and his dark eyes couldn't help but brighten.

In fact, the taste and texture of the baked cakes are very ordinary, and there are even a lot of gnocchi that have not melted in them, and you can know that the mobile phone of the person who makes the baked cakes is extremely ordinary after just one bite, but Wei Ziyan tasted a familiar taste from this not delicious baked cake, but he couldn't say where the specific familiarity was. So he took one bite after another, but until the two pancakes were all in his stomach, he still couldn't remember what the familiar taste was.

He took the oiled paper wrapped in the baked cakes, pushed open the courtyard gate and went to the street, and found the baked cake stall at the east street entrance.

This is the first time he has stepped out of the courtyard since he lived in the courtyard for more than three months.

The old servant followed closely behind him, and the old tears were in full swing.

In front of the baked cake stall, Wei Ziyan saw a girl dressed in ordinary clothes, her fair face was stained with a little charcoal ash and flour, and she was busy with her hands, and she knew that she was a novice at a glance.

He asked the girl what was in the pancakes, and the girl hooked her head and pinched the corners of her clothes, nervously brought the ingredients for making the pancakes one by one, and apologized to him vigorously, saying that this was her first time making pancakes, and it might taste bad, and asked him for forgiveness.

Wei Ziyan smiled dumbly, and told the girl not to be afraid, he was not here to find trouble, the girl suddenly smiled, reached out to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead, and wiped her face with flour, and she couldn't see her face.

Wei Ziyan stood in front of the stall and watched the girl make a stove of baked cakes, and when she left, she took four sheets. And the question in his heart did not find an answer, the raw materials used by the girl are all ordinary and common, and there is nothing special about the craftsmanship, but he does not know what the familiar taste is.

Since then, Wei Ziyan will go to the biscuit stall every once in a while to buy a few biscuits, hoping to eat and be inspired by it, and remember what the familiar taste is.

However, it was not until a long, long time later, when he had grown gray hair, and the girl who sold the baked cakes became an old woman, that he suddenly remembered what the familiar smell was when he was drinking one afternoon, and it turned out to be the burnt smell on the baked cakes.

It was a good memory of his childhood, stealing flour from the imperial dining room with several royal brothers and sisters, and running to a remote garden to set up a fire, ready to bake a few flatbreads to taste the taste, and experience the life of the people.

A bunch of five-fingered princes who don't touch the spring water make a fire to scone cakes, and the result can be imagined, baking out a few uncooked gnocchi on the outside and uncooked on the inside. Unfortunately, he was caught by the old master Mr. Wang, not only was he hit the board, but he was also forced by the old man to eat all the uncooked gnocchi on the outside and inside of the old man.

This was an unbearable memory from childhood, but as he grew older, it became a rare good memory of his childhood in Wei Ziyan's heart.

Decades have passed, the girl has become a wife, the unfamiliar craft has long been practiced exquisitely and skillfully, with the smell of burnt cakes has become quite popular with the rich delicacy, although there is no familiar smell of burnt, but Wang Pozi's baked cakes have long replaced the burnt taste, become another familiar taste.

When he laughed and shared this interesting story with Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang laughed so much that tears came down her eyes.

Fifty-eight years are like a day, the wind blows and the frost blows, the sun and the rain are drenched, from the ladies who do not touch the spring water with their five fingers to the old women who set up stalls with wrinkled faces, just to silently wait for the person they love in their hearts.

Looking at Wang Ruoyu's beautiful face that regained its youthful color, thinking back to the past fifty-eight years of getting along, Wei Ziyan couldn't help but moisten his eyes, choked his throat, and said in his heart Where did this stupid girl come from.

He once said to Zhou Jian, if he can be accompanied by a sword and a beautiful woman in this life, what more can his husband ask for?

This is what he has been longing for all his life.

It turns out that the beauty has always been there, but he was blind and didn't see it!

"How can Wei Ziyu make a girl fall in love like this, isn't it worth it!" Wei Ziyan said distressed for Su Ruoyu.

Fifty-eight years of silent waiting, a lifetime has passed like this, and he feels unworthy for Su Ruoyu.

"It's worth it. Wang Ruoyu had a happy smile on his face, "I have made baked cakes for you for fifty-eight years, and you have eaten the baked cakes I have made for fifty-eight years, and I am happy every day and every moment." ”

"You're so stupid. Wei Ziyan burst into tears. If fifty-eight years of silent waiting can't get his heart back, then he is really hard-hearted.

Wang Ruoyu smiled and muttered, "Aren't you the same?"

"I-" Wei Ziyan's heart was like a boundless sea of bitterness, surging endlessly, thinking of Su Wanying's true face, he couldn't wait to deduct a pair of his eyes.

"Be careful!" Wei Zi suddenly shouted, and at the same time slapped Wang Ruoyu with a palm. Behind Wang Ruoyu, there was a light and shadow that attacked directly, it was the crossbow arrow of the Zhuxian Heavy Crossbow.

Burst!

The crossbow arrow penetrated Wei Ziyu's spatial barrier, shot through Wang Ruoyu's body, and shot towards Wei Ziyu with Wang Ruoyu's body.

Wei Ziyan's eyes were cracked, his strength was almost exhausted, and he had more than enough strength but not enough strength.

He originally wanted to use his last strength to destroy Su Wanying's million-strong army and destroy her ambition and desire for power, but now it seems that he is overestimating himself, and the spatial power controlled by his right hand is rapidly dissipating and dissipating.

His life had come to an end.

He opened his arms and embraced Wang Ruoyu, who was brought in front of him by the crossbow arrow, into his arms, and let the crossbow arrow penetrate his body together.

"Heaven has always treated me well. Wang Ruoyu lay in Wei Ziyu's arms, with a happy smile on his face, "I can die in your arms, and I have no regrets in this life." ”

"If I have a beautiful woman in my life, I have no regrets. Wei Ziyan looked down at Wang Ruoyu's face, a smile appeared on his face, and asked: "Over the years, someone has sent a box of my favorite Songhua cake to the door of my courtyard every Chinese New Year, presumably it was also your doing?"

"Hmm. Is it delicious?" asked Wang Ruoyu with a foolish smile.

"The taste was superb. Wei Ziyan said.

"Ahh

In her eyes, Wei Ziyan is a plaything that she calls and lingers, she can not do it, but others must not touch it.

"Ahh

She didn't want and was afraid that Wei Ziyan would see her old and decrepit appearance, but thinking that her old appearance had been seen by Wei Ziyan on the street for many years, she was relieved and let go of her hand to let Wei Ziyan look.

Looking at Wang Ruoyu's rapidly aging face, it gradually merged with the scenes of the fifty-eight years with Wang Ruoyu in his mind, and it seemed as if he had lived again for another fifty-eight years in a trance.

"If I could turn back time, I would like to take the initiative and show you my most beautiful years. Wang Ruoyu muttered softly.

"Then turn back the clock. Wei Ziyan responded.

Puff puff –

Several dark and cold Zhuxian crossbow arrows penetrated Wei Ziyan's spatial defenses, shooting him and Wang Ruoyu's bodies into thousands of holes in an instant, and the two fell from the sky in each other's arms.

"Master!" Zhou Jianlai saw this scene from afar, and cried out with heart-rending sorrow, and said to Xiao Chong with guilt: "General Xiao, I'm sorry!"

After speaking, he turned his horse's head and rushed in the direction where Wei Ziyan was.

"General Xiao, I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

Zhang Xiaopaw and Niu Dawa said in unison, turned the horse's head and chased after Zhou Jian.

"Drive!" Jin Zhihui screamed, and even turned the horse's head to follow.

Niu Dawa looked back and saw it, and suddenly her face bloomed with joy, and she felt that Jin Zhihui couldn't rest assured of him, but Jin Zhihui gave him a big eye.

Zhang Xiaopaw and Niu Dawa followed Zhou Jian to take risks, everyone can understand it, because they are brothers in life and death, but Jin Zhihui's choice is inevitably intriguing.

Only Jin Zhihui herself knows that she is just dizzy with a momentary brain fever.

The bitter love between Wei Ziyan and Wang Ruoyu touched her heartstrings, and she wanted to do something for this love, so she followed.

Knock Knock Knock –

The drum on the city tower suddenly rumbled and exploded, and Xiao Chong couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the order, because this was the drum order for the charge.

Charge?

That's right, it's the charge.

The Iron Rider formation began to change, and the backlash began.

At the same time, there was a team of iron cavalry rushing out of the city gate, Xiao Chong was shocked, it was the most powerful black armored cavalry in Yancheng, trained by the famous black armored army on the southern border, and everyone was experienced in a hundred battles.

"The general's move is probably inappropriate. "There is an adjutant on the city wall to remind Qiu Zhan.

"General, don't be rash. ”

"General—"

"Shut up! The old man has his own opinions!" Qiu Zhan glared angrily, his eyes were red and shouted: "Grandpa Guo is falling, Yancheng should drum for him!"