The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window and fell on the man's solemn face, and his eyes were as deep as a quiet lake, but in the next moment they began to be turbulent.

Damn, overnight, Limuhe disappeared right under his nose.

I didn't even realize who would do this.

An Ruixuan slammed his fist on the wooden table, and with a bang, a dent had already appeared on the smooth tabletop.

"Early morning!"

"Yes, Lord Shizi."

A figure flashed in from outside the house, and Chu Chen stood two meters away from him with his head down, standing motionless.

"You take Ling'er to Hutou Village first, hand over these items to the third prince first, and tell him that Ling Feng's wedding date will have to be delayed."

Chu Chen clasped his hands into fists, saluted him, and went out backwards, carefully closing the door before leaving.

In the No. 1 room, An Ruixuan locked his eyebrows, his fingertips touched the position of his temples, and his thoughts were chaotic.

Yesterday, I made an appointment with the shopkeeper of the Red Bean Yizhuang to meet today, An Ruixuan came early in the morning and knocked on the door of Limuhe's room, but found that the room was already empty, and the candles on the table were still intact, indicating that she had disappeared last night.

Everyone knows that the water longevity pearl in the hands of Lifu has long been lost, so the person who abducted Limuhe should have other motives.

Could it be the Ancient Moon Mirror?

A flash of fierceness suddenly flashed in his eyes, the two pawns who pretended to be performers the day before had already been dealt with by themselves, and they would rather die than say who instructed them, but the news of Gu Yuejing must have been exposed.

Thinking about all kinds of characters who might kidnap Limuhe in his mind, several names surfaced, but he shook his head and denied them one by one.

Limuhe's whereabouts have been more chaotic in the past few days, Lijiazhuang, Hutouzhai, and Hucun, and it is inevitable that there will be some eyeliner stalking in these three places, the scope is too large, and the goal is extremely unclear.

Although the ambition of the Seven Princes is great, it has stopped a lot since the last time he disturbed the Anwang Mansion, it shouldn't be his doing, could it be the Third Prince?

The narrow eyes closed slightly, although the third prince was waiting for the battle, and he also needed some financial resources and manpower to overthrow the emperor's rule, but he was an extremely affectionate person, not to mention that there was a wife waiting to be healed in the village.

A bewitching face appeared in his mind, hooking the corners of his mouth and smiling smugly at himself, this face ......

Jiang Zifeng!

His eyes were open and his gaze was determined.

Now that Shui Shouzhu is in his hands, he must have the idea of playing this ancient moon mirror, besides him, who else can be so blatant in taking people in front of him?!

Standing up suddenly, he walked out of the dark room, the white clothes flashed by, where is this white figure still in the hotel?

Jiang Zifeng, do you really think Benjun is a paper tiger!

The sun is still warm, and the breeze is still cold.

"Is there a mistake......

In a clean and tidy kitchen, a small figure is busy with his body.

Li Muhe's hands were stained with fine white flour, and he was kneading a lump of dough in annoyance, when he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, his expression was very painful.

I didn't know how I slept last night, and when I woke up, I found that the surroundings had changed, and I was lying on a pink and tender carved wooden bed, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I found that the clothes inside were still there.

But just as he was about to put on his shoes and run away, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, a goose-yellow flowing long skirt, which was Qingzhu who had not appeared for a long time, although he knew that she was Qiu Ju in disguise, but when he knew that she was Qiu Ju's own sister, he was still shocked for a while.

She claimed to be Jiang Zifeng's maid, saying that she was here to take care of her daily life, Li Muhe rolled her eyes in her heart, to put it bluntly, she was afraid that she would run away, so she came to monitor my prison guard.

Jiang Zifeng is not in this mansion, and he can't pass on any news from the outside world. Qingzhu's skills are good, you can't hear her footsteps when you walk around, and sometimes her figure disappears in a flash, and it seems that it is impossible to escape.

Being confined to this place, I didn't torture myself too much, well, these are just resignations. But isn't it a bit too embarrassing to say that you have to make your own pastries?

But when he gritted his teeth and refused, a sharp dagger suddenly hit his neck, and the cold touch couldn't help but make the pores of Li Muhe's whole body open, and finally compromised.

Isn't it just going down to the kitchen! I can't do it!

Who knew that the skill of cooking was not as simple as imagined, remembering that my mother easily made a table of meals before her death, and now I am really full of admiration, why didn't I learn to use both hands at that time, maybe when I can save my life!

Fiercely slammed the dough in his hand on the board, and suddenly the dust was everywhere, choking Li Muhe coughed, and some flew into his eyes, so he raised his little hand and wiped two handfuls on his face, but the next second he became a little cat.

Sister, I only used a scalpel when I was a child, how have I ever cooked?!

Even if my body used to be very good at cooking, but after all, it wasn't my soul!

sighed heavily, and then Qingzhu walked in with a bamboo basket and put it in front of Li Muhe angrily.

"Well, the ingredients are here, let's do it slowly."

After speaking, he still hugged his chest, and smacked his lips at Li Muhe with a disgusted face.

"I said, Miss Pear, are you making pastries or playing with mud, sprinkle some flour! How can you steam it in such a thin pot! Look at the flour you have, tsk, what a waste. ”

Li Muhe glared at her fiercely, and Qingzhu also raised his head and glared back at her, he was already half a dwarf, and he was seven points weaker in terms of momentum.

"Hey, got it, got it......"

There's no way, I'm a prisoner at this time, and I have to bow my head.

Grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the cutting board, reluctantly continuing to knead it.

Qingzhu saw that she was behaving well, chuckled and walked out, leaving only a small figure of Li Muhe busy in front of the stove, and finally kneaded the dough into a similar shape, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and glanced at the bamboo basket brought by Qingzhu.

Lifting the silk cloth on the bamboo basket, he found that there were some flower petals and other things inside, and suddenly remembered that Jiang Zifeng had said that it seemed that Li Muhe had always used flowers to make pastries before, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Could it be that he really knew Limuhe, and was so familiar with the relationship that the eldest lady of Lifu personally cooked for him? What exactly is the relationship......

Twisted up a few rose petals, put them between your nose and smelled them, the fresh floral fragrance rushed into your nostrils, and Li Muhe was a little in a trance.

Where did these fresh petals come from in this cold winter? This Jiang Zifeng is too serious about pastries.