Shen Congxuan was in front of me, except for when he first arrived in Muyantang, he was a little serious, and now the more familiar he is, the more faceless he is. I really sweated for the thousands of people in the Southern Wei Dynasty, there is such a shameless emperor, this Southern Wei can still be called "Shengshi" is also drunk, I don't know when he doesn't see me, but Yan sù looks, maybe I think at this time he is sitting on the dragon bed, maybe he is still holding the fan I gave him with a group of eunuchs in the palace to tease the flower girl.

The years are long, the white clouds are long, I am ten years old, the ignorant and thin boy in the past is now heroic, but in a few years, it may be a middle-aged Ou Jisang with a big belly.

Ou Jisan may have a lot of harems, and there are countless children in the harem.

The child smashed and then learned from him to wander and gave birth to countless little children.

Ay.

I sighed deeply.

Why should I think so much?

So much nonsense?

In the dead of night, I should have covered my head and slept in a good time, but I was too empty here to suffer from the cold wind of early spring?

It's because I'm about to scratch my head and think about the outline of the book!

Shen Congxuan had just sent me to the shop on the front foot, and Wang Ying sent someone to post the official post of the speech contest on the back foot.

The gilded cloth satin, the book is in small letters, and the experience and rules of the Four Nations Dialect Book Contest are told all over again. This speech contest is especially recommended by the people of the four countries, since I have read the rules of this competition, it is as majestic as a mountain in my heart, and the impression of being strict like a scripture hall has become a group of people standing on a platform to coax the world, to see who makes up more skills, this is a game that you can play if you take it.

There is no restriction on the topic, no restriction on the method, no restriction on the content, and this year there is no restriction on gender.

I was stunned, how nice it would be if you continued to restrict.

I picked up the pen and poked it for a long time, but I was about to bite the tip of the pen into a brush, and my mind was still blank.

Occasionally, there will be a picture of Shen Congxuan sighing in the corner.

"Hey, where can Nan Wei's face be put now."

Then in the next second, Shen Tao, who has been uninhibited and loves freedom all his life, will appear.

pulled a big banner and wrote, "Chu Ge is a sinner in the Southern Wei Dynasty, and she wants to be exiled to the frontier to raise monkeys!" ＇＇

I sat there until the time of the lamp.

Mingzhi had already fallen asleep, and Feng Qi didn't know if he was still dutifully guarding the courtyard as before.

I felt that I should get up and put down my pen and change my mood.

I sat cross-legged on the pyre in the kitchen, my brow furrowed, staring at the recipe in my hand.

Artemisia annua.

No, tonight the moon is cold and the wind is cold, and my heart is also cold, so it is not suitable for eating.

Wine-stuffed balls?

Too lazy to knead the dough with your hands.

Forget it, let's marinate a few quail eggs.

The flavor of the spice becomes extremely easy to dissipate as soon as it is heated.

It was the middle of the night, and there was a sudden crackling sound outside the door, and I couldn't help but feel excited.

Burglar?

Or is it the Uncle Lianfeng?

Why does someone run in every time something is made......

Why is my small yard always patronized, and it is all at night, and it is not Yingge Yuan Yihong Building, at night, the fat powder is strong and the lights are brilliant, and the peach and willow green are fragrant.

The candle on the stove table flickered slightly, and the door creaked open. Ming Mo'er took the corner of Feng Qi's clothes and walked in.

Following the light, I saw that the bong was seventy years sloppy, and his clothes were covered with mud.

On the side, Ming Mo'er's head was shining in the moonlight, and a bright and swollen bag was very conspicuous.

What about role-playing dragonmen in the middle of the night?

This is??

What's wrong?

Feng Qi cherished the words like gold, took Ming Mo'er over, and said to me: "Hungry, roll on the bed, and fall again." “

''Oh. I believe that. "Then, what about you?"

Pointing to his clothes, "Covered in mud? Are you going to pluck the turnip?! “

He calmly looked at himself, a splash of ink-style clay freehand painting.

"Oh, uh, that, tripped in the yard."

Ghost believes!

"Fourth sister, what are you cooking?" Mingmo rubbed his eyes and shook in front of me and asked.

"Brine quail eggs." I took a colander out of the pot. "Here's one for you, eat."

Mingmo found the new road, holding the egg in both hands, and looking at me with round eyes, "Can you really eat it?" “

"Well, I can eat it."

"If you eat it, you won't die?"

"If you eat it, you won't die."

"Can you really eat it? ＇＇

I raised my hand and pressed my forehead, and I didn't tire of saying "um".

"You won't die if you eat this egg, you will die if you eat the black egg next door."

I, Chu Ge, have been talking nonsense in the world for more than ten or twenty years, and there are times when I can't think of a joke......

Really, oh my God! Jealous! Hero! Just!

"Fourth sister, what are you thinking?" Ming Mo'er stepped forward with the balls in her hand and looked at me curiously.

"Uh, think of a joke."

"Is that the Rausch race?" He was curious.

"Hmm."

Well? I found something wrong, "Where did you learn Rausch?" “

He looked straight at me, huh? Could it be me?

"Isn't my sister a good storyteller, what are you worried about?" Mo'er looked at me, her pretty eyes full of admiration.

A tendon in front of my forehead "snapped", the corners of my mouth twitched a few times, and I sighed helplessly.

"I just can't think of it this time."

Heaven, earth, who will save me?

No one is perfect, Jiang Lang is exhausted...... I Chu Ge lived to be in my twenties, since I was a child, I haven't suffered anything?

In the end, he was forced to die on this, there is no reason, there is no reason.

I was so depressed staring at the pot on the stove with the aroma of braised pork......

Quail eggs are already small, and the larger ones have no bones when they eat them. After Ming Mo'er finished nibbling on the quail eggs, I fished a chicken paw for him.

"Fourth sister, I just had a dream." Ming Mo said while gnawing on a chicken paw.

I looked up and laughed, "Dreaming?" What dreams? ”

"To listen or not to listen? I'll tell you. ”

I nodded.

I looked back at Feng Qi, who had been standing silently at the door, "You say come and see." ”

"Hmm." Mingmo nodded obediently.

After listening to Ming Mo'er's dream, I was grateful.

I never thought that I would be included in the ranks of the storyteller by Mu Yantang on the pretext that he was a talented storyteller, but before he had a good time for a few days, he had already hurt Zhongyong, and he couldn't get half a word out of his head, and he actually wanted to copy the dream of a little child.

However, Ming Mo'er's dream is very good.

In this dream, the grievances of the rivers and lakes, the love and hatred of the gods, and the fantasy battles are all available, so it is not lively.

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and the illusion in the dream he makes is also drunk.

I hurriedly pulled a stick or two from the firewood pile behind me and drew a doll on the ground.

Just this Ming Mo'er's dream, on a whim, I made up a myth and legend that can bluff people.

A love story that warns the world not to roll up the hem of your clothes and sit on the ground.

The Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of the human world, as a legendary handsome brother, created the world, supported the heavens and the earth, first destroyed the demons of hell, and then saved the civilians from fire and water, and slept in the Huangling of Chang'an at the end of 100,000 years. The people felt its favor and built the Yellow Tomb in the place where it rested to worship the emperor and god. The divine realm has sent people to take care of it for ten thousand years, and in the past five thousand years, the duty has been reincarnated, and it has been the turn of a little girl to take turn. This little girl is a little fairy, in charge of all the mops, rags and brooms in the heavenly court, as well as a qiē utensils that can be used for cleaning, and has a nice position: Si Qing Fairy, this girl is called Xuexian, because she didn't sweep away the stagnant water, she caused Mu Xingshenjun's baby son to fall and fall stupidly, and was punished by the Emperor of Heaven to guard the emperor's cemetery.

The little girl is very wide-hearted, both come and be safe, in a corner of the imperial tomb to build a shed to live by herself, and later clean up when visiting the emperor garden found a statue of Bai Ze mythical beast, no one in the garden, she ran to play with the statue every day, and also took care of herself and the poodle she thought looked weird to be friends.

It was because of her loneliness that she moved her small shed near the statue.

As the days went by, this Xuexian girl developed the bad habit of sitting on the head of this poodle and "scolding Fang Xuan".

When there were still 1,500 years left before the 5,000-year punishment, thunder fell from the sky and cut down all the trees in the cemetery. With her weak mana, the little girl protected her only friend, the strange-looking kobold lion.

One day, this lion became the appearance of a young man, called Yihua, and came to meet her.

In this little girl, thinking that she had protected this Yihua, moved the stone into a spirit, and exclaimed, "Oh my God, my good friend!" You're so touched by me! "I was about to pounce on it, and my friends hated to see each other late.

This Yihua shook his face and scolded him for a while, "Who made you build the toilet in the shed on my head!" Lao Tzu has insomnia all the year round, and finally took a nap, and was woken up by you after just sleeping for 8,000 years, and your uncle will compensate me! “

Xuehyeon was stunned.

Later, when she slowly fell in love, she found that this girl was not the stone statue Bai Ze at all, but the Yellow Emperor who had died for hundreds of thousands of years in the legend of the god realm! In order to deceive her for fun, he deliberately pretended to be a stone lion.

Yihua spit out the grass in his mouth, "What's the matter!?" Lao Tzu fell asleep, and you said I was dead? No, I'm going to turn this lifeless divine realm upside down! It just happens to be my temperament, a pleasure in 50,000 years! “

Xuexian asked, "Then did I have fun before I was born?" “

Yihua gave him a blank look, "That's Pepsi." Lay's can be seen and eaten, Pepsi can only be drunk, you are too young to understand, go aside. “

Xuexian was cautious, "What about my Bai Ze poodle friend?" , can the emperor give it back to me? “

Yihua flipped the table and was furious, "That's Pixiu!" And it's the beckoning dog I use to play mahjong! Why do you want it! “

This irritable Yanhuang Emperor, formerly known as Yihua.

The Divine Mother once gave him a nickname: Dihuang Pill......

"How?" I looked at Ming Mo'er expectantly and asked.

He was struggling to stretch his neck to swallow the twelfth quail egg, and felt his little face flush and puff.

It's really a poor child who hasn't eaten enough, my sister will definitely not let you eat porridge in the future.

"How?" I asked again.

He looked at me until he had swallowed all the eggs, nodded solemnly, and gave me a thumbs up.

"Great!"

I got up and clapped my hands, yes, yes, this time, that's it.

"Good! It's decided! It's ugly not to die this time! ”

"Ming Mo'er, the fourth sister is happy, I will reward you with twenty more quail eggs!"

I stood up and uncovered the pot containing the brine, bubbling with the fragrance of star anise, full of pride, and felt that there was a bright light in front of me, and a big road led to the imperial city.