The early birds have already flown up to the branches one after another, singing happily in the warm morning glow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's a new day again, Miao Xinghuan, who has just recovered from a serious illness, has already gotten up from the bed, smelling the smell of Chinese medicine in the house, almost making her nauseous, and hurriedly opened the window to ventilate.

Her stomach suddenly "gurgled", and it turned out that she had not eaten any food during the two days she had been in a coma, except that someone had fed her some porridge when she was semi-unconscious. Now that Miao Xinghuan has come to her senses, she feels really hungry when she holds her stomach, and she sees that it is time for breakfast, and she has to fill her stomach first. And thank the people who took care of her when she was sick.

Miao Xinghuan walked on the way to the kitchen, and there were green trees on both sides of the road and bright flowers blooming with dew, which really made Miao Jinghuan, who was seriously ill, feel comfortable. Sure enough, physical health is the most important, and everything else in the world is fleeting, and Miao Jinghuan thinks deeply.

When I looked from afar, I saw wisps of cooking smoke rising from the kitchen. Miao Xinghuan took a deep breath, as if she smelled a fresh smell of pine branches, Miao Jinghuan hurried her steps, the general's mansion has always used pine branches to cook rice, of course, except for the generals and other masters' meals are made of good mahogany, the meals burned by pine branches are already very delicious, and the masters use good mahogany to burn is even more delicious, not to mention the taste, every time Miao Xinghuan serves the food past, she secretly leaves her saliva, the pure natural taste is simply incomparable to the 21st century gas or induction cooker.

Miao Jinghuan walked into the already hot kitchen and looked, hey! Today's breakfast is really hearty enough, all I drink on weekdays are white porridge, and today is red date porridge, this thing is good! Red dates nourish blood! It just so happened that she had just recovered from a serious illness today, and it seems that she really needs to make up for it, and this breakfast is so intimate.

Miao Jing smiled and went to the cabinet to bring the big bowl she usually used, ignoring the subtle and complicated eyes of everyone, picked up the big spoon and filled a large bowl fiercely, and sat down on the small wooden tie outside the door, and Xili snorted and drank.

The pleasing red jujube was chewed into her mouth, and immediately there was a sweet fragrance overflowing in her mouth, which made Miao Jinghuan enjoy eating very much, and Miao Jinghuan, who was holding the sea bowl, drank it very seriously.

The maids in the kitchen are all itchy to see, yesterday Mr. Pang personally took Dr. Song, who has superb medical skills in the medical bureau, to treat this bald head, and in the end, this bald head was fortunate to take a miracle medicine. This kind of treatment already made them extremely jealous of those who were also serving their masters.

I didn't think that on the second day, even the people with a clear eye for breakfast already knew that this was clearly prepared for this bald head, and these people were simply stained with his light, so it was rare to taste the golden silk jujube of the Scarlet Kingdom used for tribute, and it was to nourish blood and qi, which was most suitable for people who were just recovering from a serious illness.

This kind of breakfast made a group of maids have no appetite at all, standing aside and staring, the favor of this naked master made the little maids in the general's mansion red-eyed. It's no wonder that someone pushed Miao Jinghuan into the water before. Even if someone poisoned her directly, there was no doubt about it.

Who made the master's favor too jealous, especially since this master is still the god general in their hearts, and now Zi Miao Huan has made countless enemies in the general's mansion!

But no one dared to step forward to provoke, which caused a group of people to only dare to try to kill this bald boy with their eyes, but it was useless for Miao Jinghuan who was concentrating on drinking porridge, as long as she was focused, it would be difficult for things in the outside world to shake her, just like when she meditated on Buddhist scriptures before, she didn't care about the people around her, even the master could not be an exception.

After the bottom of the bowl had bottomed out, Miao Jinghuan finally raised her head and gasped, drinking a little anxiously, and she couldn't even breathe. After simply cleaning up his rice bowl, he walked out of the kitchen with brisk steps, leaving only a group of people who pretended to be buried in the incense.

Miao Xinghuan, who had not set foot in the book for a few days, stared at a few golden characters above her head for a while, she didn't mean to be happy at all, thinking that she was being withdrawn from the pond, she had a headache. It's not that she's not unfamiliar with the world, and she's already sensed the hostility of people toward her when she's in the kitchen. But she still chose to dress stupidly and fool around, but she didn't want to have extra complications.

Even the person who pushed herself into the water had a little guess in her heart, excluding some interests in the house, the only one who directly occupied the interests of others was the one who directly occupied the interests of others, and she could already call out her name directly without Miao Jinghuan thinking about it.

There was originally a general's servant Ajie in the General's Mansion, and now she is replacing the position of the original servant Ajie, but I am afraid that this person has already held a grudge, just waiting for an opportunity to teach himself a lesson, but this lesson is too vicious in the eyes of Miao Jinghuan.

Ming Shiguo is located in the central part of the Caofeng Continent, where there are mostly mountains and rivers, and there are few seas and rivers. Therefore, most of the men here do not know how to swim, and only those who have lived by the creek and pond since childhood will have a little understanding of the art of swimming.

This pushing people into the water, in Miao Jinghuan's opinion, is no longer the meaning of a lesson, and he simply wants to put her to death. Although the monks don't pay attention to grievances, she is no longer a monk, she eats five grains and rice, breaks the meat ring, and the only thing is that the bald head that is not long looks like a monk.

The next time she asks her to meet Applejack who is sweeping the front yard, she'll have to find a way to give him a taste of it.

Miao Jinghuan stood obediently at the table, waiting for Yi Qing, who had already washed up, to have breakfast, looking low eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes on the surface, but in her heart she didn't know where to go at this time.

Yi quietly put down his chopsticks, supported his forehead with his right hand, and looked at the bald head in front of him with great interest. I didn't expect to have a serious illness, but I changed my usual timid temperament.

Speaking of illness, Yi squinted his eyes and scanned the bald head very carefully, looking at her ruddy complexion based on her pretty appearance and not seeing her emaciated figure. Yi Qinglun felt that he could consider letting him live for a few more hours.

After looking too closely, Miao Xinghuan, who was thinking high, was able to come back to her senses, and immediately knelt on the ground and shouted, "The slave should die!"

"Oh~ since you think you deserve to die?" Yi looked at the bald head kneeling on the ground with a stray face

"Slave....slave... The slave failed to serve the master in time, and the slave should die! After thinking about it for a long time, Miao Xinghuan stammered an excuse, could it be that she directly said that she was too empty just now, and that she must not want her head.

"Little bald head, if you make a mistake, you have to be punished, since your attitude of admitting mistakes is so good, then the punishment is light, go outside and bring a jar under the osmanthus tree." Yi Qing stroked the crumpled sleeves that were pressed under his arms, and explained carefully, "By the way, that jar is filled with Qiong Yao jade brew, don't spill it." ”

Then he left Miao Jinghuan, who was kneeling on the ground, turned around and entered the screen, and sat leisurely on the ebony chair, turning the art of war poems on the desk from time to time, so comfortable.