"I don't know where they came from, and they chew their tongues! See if I don't cut their tongues!" Changning said angrily, and was about to rush out of the chariot.

"Changning!" Jinghua stopped him, turned his head and coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "Is the road open? ”

Changning was angry and changed the direction of the chariot.

"Your Majesty, why do you have to wronged yourself so much? Why don't you let Changning punish them for talking too much!"

Jinghua seemed to be looking at the floating clouds outside, but did not answer.

"Your Majesty, you ...... Are you alright?" Changning said tentatively.

Jinghua turned around and sighed softly: "The rumors should be sparse and not blocked, and Changning is not small, why can't you see through it?"

"Your Majesty, I just can't see those people talking nonsense about you! You are so good to the Third Highness, you really want to give him a heart, but they ...... But reversing black and white, how can it not make people angry!"

Jinghua said lightly: "What do I do to my third brother, I have a clear conscience." Say whatever others like. They are not the people they value, so why should they take their words to heart?"

Changning Wu was resentful and indignant, "That's Your Majesty, you are so talkative, how can the Emperor of Heaven be like you! From King Kang to Princess Xuan, all of them are angry with you, and now even the two small palace people are so lawless, which makes people feel aggrieved!"

Jinghua didn't answer, he seemed to be very tired, leaned back on the couch, and closed his eyes.

Changning thought that he was going to rest, so he didn't dare to say anything more, so he quietly sat outside to catch the car.

Waiting for Changning to leave, Jing Hua slowly opened his phoenix eyes again. The sea of clouds was still churning outside the window, and the words of the two palace people echoed in their ears again.

Yes, he is not a legitimate prince, nor is he as favored as the third brother, but now the person who sits in the position of the Nine Heavens Supreme has become him.

Although it is only a partial understanding, it is also true. This Emperor of Heaven was indeed robbed by him.

It's just that what they don't know is that he not only robbed it, but also killed his father and took Yinlongyi, so he grabbed it.

The corners of his lips were covered with a trace of blood, and Jinghua weakly wiped it with a towel and threw it aside. The pain in his heart spread, since the last time he captured Xuan Yao, he had never had a good time since he had his first illness on the Milky Way, and his heart was like a red snake lurking, and whenever he was weak, he jumped out and bit hard!

Although the light chariot was not as fast as his dragon chariot, it was also very fast. After a while, the general outline of Chen'an Palace on the other side of the cloud was already faintly visible. Jinghua showed a wry smile, forced himself to sit up, and cleaned himself up again, not to be too pale.

Momo was still waiting for herself, so she must not be worried.

I didn't go to court for three days, and the recitals in the study should have been piled up and couldn't be placed.

And the most important thing is that the public trial is imminent, and he still has countless details to sort out, since he wants to save the third brother, he needs to grasp every link and fight for him to get away with it.

Gossip, he really didn't have time to pay attention to it.

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In Chen'an Palace, Ah Mo hasn't changed much, she still builds her house and grills her meat skewers.

When it is done, it will carry a shoulder basket and go to Yunxiu Palace to deliver food to Xuan Yao, three meals a day, changing tricks, and never repeating.

Qian Yao is getting along with her well, she asked Ah Mo for some spare cloth and needles and threads, and said that she wanted to make clothes for the child, Ah Mo saw that there were some ready-made ones in Jing'an House, so she took them to her. When the two were free, Ah Mo would also ask Xuan Yao for some knitting stitches, and after getting it a few times, she sewed a sock for Jinghua.

Jinghua lost half of his spiritual power, and he was a little weak in the face of Ah Mo, although he stayed in Chen'an Palace every day, but in addition to the last court, almost all of them hid in Hanyu Pavilion to criticize and fold, live and eat, etc., and were also served by Changning's side. Counting up to a day, I didn't have much contact with Ah Mo.

Fortunately, Ah Mo is used to having fun for herself, and her current arrangement is to renovate Jinghua's study one day and learn cooking from her master one day. The boring days in the Nine Heavens were lived by her.

On the day she learned to cook, Canaan always came early. Ah Mo asked him to come from time to time, and Shen Shi left, taking advantage of Jinghua's nap hour to attend class. But he always came before the hour came, and he still didn't leave after the time of the application, which could add an extra hour out of thin air.

Today's lesson is carving turnips.

"Ah Mo, the so-called beauty of food, if you want to raise Your Majesty's appetite, the shape of this food is also very important. After all, the dish is served, and the first look at the appearance is also determined by the appearance of the dish. Canaan taught vividly.

"But no matter how beautifully you carve it, aren't you also a turnip? I don't like to eat turnips, and if you carve it, it's white. Ah Mo felt that he was very impractical.

Canaan Xu was a little embarrassed, so he had to persuade: "You don't like to eat radish, maybe Your Majesty likes to eat it." The jade radish in autumn is the most moisturizing to the lungs, and the effect is comparable to that of white fungus, if Your Majesty sees that the shape of this radish is so delicate and lovely, and eats a 'catty', wouldn't it be good?"

"Well, it makes sense for you to say that, Jinghua has been coughing hard lately, so it's okay to eat some radish!" Ah Mo thought about it, "Okay, what are you talking about?"

Such a simple question, Canaan was stunned, and could not answer it.

Well, he looked at her and accidentally wandered.

Her forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, and from his point of view, because of the smear of the afternoon sun, it looked extremely crystalline, as if her whole face was glistening.

That's right, she's really glowing, and she's been glowing since that dark and smelly blood bank, illuminating his heart brightly and warmly.

At that time, he didn't know that she was so good-looking, and he didn't know that she was actually a queen of heaven. He was just thinking that it would be nice if he could get out alive, see her every day, cook for her every day.

Now he is safe and saved. But he felt that just looking at her and cooking for her was not enough.

He liked her, and he wanted her to like himself.

But it can't be.

Canaan Xu knew in her heart that this was not because that man was the Emperor of Heaven, but because of the sparks that came out of her eyes every time she saw him, mentioned him, and thought of him.

She is the sparkling sun, but Xuanyuan Jinghua is her whole sky.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" Ah Mo stretched out his hand and shook it lightly in front of Canaan Xu, urging: "What the hell is carving, do you want to take so long?"

Canaan coughed lightly and said, "Oh, I was just thinking that if Master assigns a topic, it will curb your imagination, which is extremely undesirable. It's better for us to improvise, Ah Mo can carve whatever you want. ”

Ah Mo bowed his head and weighed, then took a knife and carved it with his head. Canaan smiled and took a slightly larger turnip and sat down beside her.

Canaan Xu has been extremely fanatical about cooking since he was a child, and when he was 100 years old, he grabbed a small spatula. When he was 200 years old, he was able to stand and run, and he drilled into the kitchen all day long.

At first, he was still young, and no one was as tall as the stove, so he stood on the stool to stir-fry, and his family only thought it was funny and didn't talk about him. As the saying goes, interest is the foundation of success, and he is so obsessed with cooking, his skills are naturally perfect. No cook in the family dared to cook for him, because his mouth was too mouthful, and he didn't want to refute it, so he immediately put on his apron and said, "Come, I'll show you!"

Gradually, he grew up, and the elders of the family complained about him for being so unprofessional. He is the grandson of the eldest family of the Golden-winged Dapeng family, and his family has high expectations for him, how can he be allowed to be that kind of unproductive cook?

So it's the kind of old-fashioned drama staged again: parents scolding, grounding, and family law...... The rebellious teenager went on a hunger strike, he would rather die than give in, holding his head high and saying, "There is a kind of you who beat me to death"......

After making such a fuss for a while, Canaan Maple Leaf was so angry with him, and felt sorry for this only grandson, seeing that he had lost weight after two days of starvation, he finally surrendered, and sighed and said: "You can do whatever you like! I will get married earlier in the future, and I will personally raise my son, and I will never go down the evil road again!"

Canaan snickered, he was still a minor at that time, and his grandfather was already worried about his son, which was really unfounded.

Later, because of his pursuit of a bigger stage, he came to Heaven to apply for the imperial chef, according to the grade, he has four grades, which is the highest grade among all the imperial chefs, and it is not a shame for their Dapeng family.

But probably because of the shadow when he was a child, he rarely talked about his family background, everyone only knew that he was a Canaan Xu with excellent cooking skills, and they didn't know that he was also the son of a family.

"Master, I'm done carving!" Ah Mo held up the radish in his hand and handed it to Canaan Xu.

Canaan was stunned, that thing was not round or square, stunned, had no eyes and nose, and no hanging beams and tiles, so he really couldn't say why.

In the past, every time Ah Mo completed a work, no matter whether it was good or bad, Canaan Xu had to come up with something to praise her even if he grabbed his head, praised his attitude if his skills were not good, and praised his creativity if his attitude was bad, but today's thing, he really can't think of what to praise.

"Mo, you...... What is this?" said Canaan.

"Ah, don't you see that?" Ah Mo was very surprised, and stretched the thing out in front of Canaan's eyes, "You can't imagine it so obvious?"

Canaan shook his head in shame.

"Don't give up, think again!Canaan, you're smart, you can figure it out!" Mo encouraged, "Look at the shape, well, and the texture...... Like what?"

Canaan opened his eyes wide and looked closely, and he couldn't see Ah Mo's so-called texture at all.

"What?" he said pitifully.

"Meat!" Ah Mo was obviously disappointed, "I carved a piece of meat!

"Meat?" Canaan was about to cry, "You carved a radish into a piece of meat?"

"Yes, I told you, I don't like to eat turnips, I love meat! In order to be able to eat it reluctantly, I can only carve turnips into the shape of meat!"

She looked at her piece of "meat" left and right, and said proudly: "Master, do you think I carve it well? I think it's very good! The meat should be so irregular, look how casual and unrestrained I handle it!"

Canaan couldn't laugh or cry.

"By the way, Master, what have you carved? Let me see!" Ah Mo leaned over to look at the radish in Canaan's hand.

It was a ship.

Spring in the south of the Yangtze River, lingering drizzle, sons and beauties, holding hands on the bow of the boat.

Canaanite's carving skills are very good, the ship is only the size of a palm, and the person at the bow is only the thickness of a finger, but the eyebrows are still clearly recognizable. That girl has a petite physique and a lifelike face, and it is none other than Ah Mo.

The man on the side has not yet finished the final work, and can only be seen to be tall and long, but his face is still blurred.