The sleek white mask was like glass, and it was transparency-clear by the heat.

"Go down and ask him, and you'll know."

The sharpened blade flashed a cold light in those sharp eagle eyes.

At that moment, the Nine Princes felt a little killing intent, he quickly wrapped the coarse linen quilt around his waist, picked up the only weapon beside him, and stood up from the earthen kang.

Everything was ready to go, and just as he was about to throw the rolled up bamboo mat over and attack first, the masked man walked in with a frozen pig's hind leg held high.

The other party paused, looked at the Nine Princes who suddenly stood up and held the bamboo curtain high, and asked without emotion:

"Do you suddenly want to sing?"

"Ahem..."

The Nine Princes embarrassedly picked up the movements on his body, and the coarse linen quilt draped around his waist fell down in an instant, and for a while, he was so embarrassed that it was too late to dig a hole.

The masked man turned his head calmly, pointed to the bamboo shelf next to him, and said coldly: "Your clothes have been baked for a long time, they are estimated to be dry, put them on." ”

“......”

The Nine Princes had never been so obedient, he pulled up the coarse linen quilt on the bed with one hand, covered his body, turned around and walked to the shelf, put on his dried clothes, but always looked vigilantly at the masked man holding the pig's hind legs.

"What do you mean by letting this king go down and ask your grandfather?"

"My grandfather went down to the cellar to tidy up the cabbage."

As he spoke, the masked man placed a stone slab on top of the red-hot coal-fire, making the slate sizzle.

"Then you just say no." The Ninth Prince felt that it was the first time for him, and he was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and thought that in this kind of broken house, there was something.

"You cursed my grandfather for dying just now, so I want to scare you."

Hearing this, the Nine Princes were furious, and he was about to turn around and be angry, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Gu Ren quickly raising the knife and throwing it into the air, and then took the handle of the knife gorgeously, and cut off a piece of frozen pork hind leg meat neatly.

The frozen pork hind leg meat landed accurately on the stone slab, revealing bursts of green smoke, and then, I don't know what the masked man sprinkled on it, the original piece of pork hind leg meat gradually became soft and fragrant.

The Ninth Prince looked at the white mask like a rice cake and asked suspiciously, "Are you a cook?" Why don't you show your true colors? ”

"I'm not a cook." The Masked Man replied briefly.

"So what do you do? Why do you live here alone with your grandfather? ”

This man who has been through wind and rain for a long time suddenly has a little curiosity about the hairy boy in front of him who seems to be twelve or thirteen years old.

"I am... Picking up the rags? The masked man hesitated in his reply.

Picking up junk?

Hearing this, the Nine Princes' eyes were a little displeased, and he pursed his lips dissatisfied, doesn't that mean that he is 'tattered'?

"Since you are the king's savior, you can change an errand, do you want to join the army?"

The masked man did not answer, but rolled up the roasted pork hind leg meat, put it on the hot white steamed bun, poured in the spicy pickled cucumber, and stuffed it in his mouth.

The Ninth Prince swallowed his saliva, his stomach gurgled, and he reprimanded: "You little hairy child, don't you know what hospitality is?" How can there be a reason to eat first when you are hungry? ”

The pure white mask hung on one side of the face, and in the dim candlelight, the delicate and delicate facial features loomed, and the person in front of him looked more like a woman than a boy.

The masked man chewed and said expressionlessly: "Since the prince looks down on me as a pick-up of rags, there is no need to eat my family's things, don't you still say loudly that you don't eat the food that comes to you?" ”

After saying that, this person who looked like a 'teenager' was still biting on the pickled cucumber and roast pork in his mouth.

"You..."The Nine Princes who were caught by the pigtails choked up, and tried to explain calmly, "Just now this king woke up and was stripped naked by you, and I thought that I was going to be 'cleansed', of course I can't eat your things, now, this king and you are also acquaintances, how can the situation be different." ”

"Hmm... I see. ”

The masked boy rolled his eyes, and it seemed that he didn't plan to make another one for the Nine Princes, until the stomach of a certain domineering prince rang again.

"Uh..."The annoyed and angry Nine Princes turned red with anger and covered his rumbling stomach, hoping that it would not be 'embarrassed'.

Suddenly, the masked man stood up, and the Nine Princes were surprised to find that the other party was sitting short, but when he stood up, he was as tall as an adult man of sixteen or seventeen years old, and his legs were slender and powerful, as if he was exercising regularly.

"Then do you still drink ginger soup?"

The bowl of ginger soup was handed to the Nine Princes again, compared to the disgust of the first time, this time, the bowl of ginger soup had a sweet and silky taste.

He took a sip and exclaimed, "It's so sweet! Aren't you afraid of thirst? ”

"What is thirst-quenching disorder?" The Masked Man asked again in a flat tone.

"It's just that if you eat too much sugar, you'll die."

Hearing this, the sharpened knife fell to the ground with a bang, and the masked man shook his shoulders as if he was shocked.

"What you said is true?"

The voice behind the mask was still flat, but it could be vaguely heard from the words that the other party was a little nervous.

"Naturally, the king of Wanqiong Kingdom is addicted to sugar like life, and then he got thirst quenching disease, everyone knows about this, aren't you from Wanqiong Kingdom?" The Nine Princes held back the sweet and greasy taste and drank the bowl of warm ginger soup in one gulp.

"Maybe, I don't know."

The sound of roast pork in his ears was still sizzling, and a trace of doubt flashed in his sharp eyes, on the snowy mountain, there were still two grandfathers and grandchildren living alone, and besides, this young man wearing a mask was still a person who picked up rags for a living.

The whole thing sounds ridiculous.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, a hot white steamed bun was handed to his mouth, and he took a light bite, only to find that the core of the white steamed bun was cold.

"Ahem... You really don't fit to be a cook. ”

"As long as you can eat it."

Biting on the warm roast pork, the Nine Princes remembered the scene when the Tibetans in the belly of the horse were bleeding in front of him.

"This reminds the king of the days when he first arrived on the battlefield, he was besieged by the enemy for twelve days, and he could only rely on eating raw horse meat, hiding in the belly of the horse, and avoiding the other party's spies.

"If you can hide in the belly of a horse, then you must be very small at that time."

"There is little difference between you and your height, looking at you, this king thinks of the young brother in the family, he has to be windy and rainy all his life, if he does not have a strange disease, he must have done a great job, this king used to be jealous, why this king should go to the battlefield at a young age, but he can stay in the city safely, live a luxurious and comfortable life."

The Nine Princes smiled faintly and devoured the white steamed buns into his bones as if he were self-deprecating.

"But now, these seemingly insurmountable tribulations have happened to achieve the name of this king's god of war."

"God of War, are you short of wild boars?"

The masked man naturally began the conversation, and as if gossiping, he picked up the pig's hind legs, wrapped them in oiled paper, and hung them on a wooden shelf where the clothes were dried.

Seeing this, the Nine Princes raised his sleeves and sniffed the clothes on his body, there was actually some oily smell, and the wooden shelf didn't know what had been hung.

"This king was originally going to catch 200 wild boars, but now, there is an avalanche, and it is estimated that all the wild boars that have been caught have fled."

"Actually, you didn't catch wild boars?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man filled the pot with some snow, put it on the stone slab, and boiled hot water.

"Just catch enough and count, does this king still care if those wild boars are wild or not?"

The masked boy naturally turned his face, stared at the Nine Princes, and said without a word: "Those wild boars you caught were raised by me and my grandfather, strictly speaking, you have usurped the property of the people. ”

“......”

The Nine Princes were stunned, and dared to chase them for a long time, but they caught the wild boars raised by other people's families as wild boars in their own military camps.

The masked man carefully calculated: "You caused my family to lose thirty-four wild boars, and scared seven others to death, you will pay for all of them, right?" ”

"Are those wild boars really your family?" The Nine Princes asked suspiciously.

"Isn't it like? Each of their tusks grows as big as a white radish, and probably, only our family can raise wild boars so fat. ”

The Nine Princes, who were not familiar with the market, frowned suspiciously, and couldn't help asking: "Will the fangs of the wild boars raised by this family grow so long?" They stabbed to death all the horses that the king had raised. ”

"Other people's families, I don't know, anyway, grandpa can raise it, he just has to be so strong." The other party emphasized in a flat tone.

They are so strong that they can stab people to death, and the bison they raise to eat are not as fierce as them.

The Nine Princes trembled their gums speechlessly, and asked: "How many wild boars do you still have in your family, except for this king, who wants to compensate you, this king will all go down." ”

"Not much, three hundred."

"Deal, let's make a note, this queen wants it a day ago."

The masked boy shook his head.

"I can't read, and I don't have pen and ink at home, so you can write."

The Nine Princes raised his eyebrows uncontrollably, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was his savior, he would definitely beat him hard.

"Since there is no pen and ink, what do you ask this king to write with, use your toes, think about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked boy neatly took out a wine jug from the wall, poured a glass of black wine, and handed over the oiled paper wrapped in salted fish.

"What is this black water, didn't you say you don't have ink at home?"

"This is a wine made from black mulberries, a wine made by grandpa, which sells well in the main city, and a pot is worth a tael of gold."

"Really?" The Nine Princes didn't believe it.

"I don't lie to you, write it quickly."

The masked man handed over the oiled paper and silently urged.

"You want this king to leave his own ink treasure on this greasy broken paper, no!"

“......”

The masked man stopped talking.

"Why, to be honest, you're still not happy?" The Ninth Prince raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously.

"I don't understand, it's strange that a man who thinks with his toes would mind writing on a piece of oiled paper wrapped in salted fish."

Hearing this, the Nine Princes were really mad, and his words were like 'chain of hidden arrows', and he kept talking.

"Whoever thinks with his toes, the person this king is talking about is you, and also, if you want to take this kind of broken paper to the palace to receive money, others are afraid that they will not treat you as crazy."

"What's there, anyway, it's something you wrote down yourself, and if you get it to your house, someone will naturally pay for it, isn't it?"

The other party's natural words instantly pierced the heart of the Nine Princes, and it sounded like a very important person.

"Yes, after all, it's the king's ink treasure, where it is written, it's not written, anyway, everyone else knows the value of it, but the king doesn't have a pen in his hand."

As soon as the words fell, the masked boy picked up the sharp knife, cut off a thin piece of hair, tied it with a red rope, and handed it to the Nine Princes.

"You can use it, I usually look at the gentleman in the private school, and the brush in his hand is about the same size."

The pair of eagle eyes were stunned, took the broken hair handed by the young man, a trace of sympathy flashed in his surprised eyes, stained with black mulberry wine, and wrote on the rough oiled paper, and the black characters that fell instantly dissolved, oozing a faint aroma of wine.