Miss Mo Jiu lay in the imperial account table for a while, her stomach growled, and she couldn't help but get up to find something to eat, and it happened that Juzi put the hibiscus incense given to Mo Jiu by the prince of the Pingjiao Sutra on the dressing table, see what incense, distract yourself so as not to always want to eat.

Mo Jiu instructed Juzi to open the incense burner, which was a small double-layered box, and a strong fragrance gushed out, and it turned out to be a complete smoked pheasant.

Brother Jiaojing, you are also too good, Mo Jiu praised it in his heart.

A double-layered paper stick, and a tender green knot:

Appreciating the hazy moon, can you see you again?

Where the mountain gazes, acacia is everywhere.

The three words of the Pingjiao Sutra are clear.

Mo Jiu wondered in his heart: Isn't this a "love poem"? Is this Pingjiao Sutra written too many complexes, accidentally misplaced. Let's eat it first, and I'll send someone back tomorrow to send the paper slip back.

"Mo Jiu, you didn't sleep, did you?" It's the voice of the third son.

"Ahh Yes... I'm going to sleep soon, so I'll rest early if Childe has nothing to do. Mo Jiu didn't want Childe to see her eating meat, so she hurriedly shouted outside the door and motioned for Juzi to pack her things.

But it was too late, the third prince had already walked in, "What smell?" Where did the pheasant come from? ”

"That..... Childe, don't worry, listen to me slowly..... That's what happened....."

"It's okay, you can eat, I came in to see if you want to eat something?" This was unexpected.

"Childe, is it okay for me to eat meat?" Mo Jiu asked cautiously, for fear of angering Childe, today instantly killed several scouts with stunts, Mo Jiu has clearly realized that he is in the "lair" of the Japanese samurai, and the scenes on TV where the samurai kill people without blinking, and the shots that say they are anxious remind Mo Jiu again and again, from now on, don't cause trouble, save your life.

"It doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while, if you need it, you can tell the attendants to make you some pheasants, and don't eat the rest of the meat. Not good for the body. "This should be a concession for Mo Jiu.

Since this is the case, what are you waiting for, Mo Jiu hurriedly paced in front of the "lunch box", pulled off a chicken leg, and ate it.

"Childe, how often do you usually eat meat?"

"Never." Childe smiled faintly, poor Childe Dunsheng, he had never eaten delicious meat.

"Childe, no one will see it anyway, you can also eat a piece of meat, it's fragrant." Saying that, Mo Jiu tore a small piece of meat from the chicken leg and was about to hand it to Gongzi's mouth, but the third prince quickly dodged it.

"What about a bite to eat?" Mo Jiu didn't understand it.

During the Heian period, due to the harsh vegetarian habits of the aristocracy, especially the emperor's "meat ban", the people of that period were not in good health, and the nobles rarely ate the same vegetarian diet and even vegetables every day, resulting in many people suffering from mild anemia, especially the women who lived in the curtain all day long, and the average life expectancy was only 278 years.

"Isn't it good for Childe to eat some meat? Haven't you heard that people live on food? Even if we don't eat meat, we have to pay attention to the diet pairing, and I'm not embarrassed to say at today's banquet that your diet is too unscientific. ”

"Fortunately, you didn't say it, Mo Jiu, the martial arts family can't put all their minds on eating, this is a shameful behavior."

"Who said that? Is it another emperor, let me tell you that 'the people take food as the sky' This is also said by a big man, the son of heaven of the Tang Kingdom. "It seems that if you don't bring out a big man, you won't be able to suppress the third son.

"Really? And this statement? "Jiu'er's words worked.

"Master Dunsheng, you can eat a little, just a little." Mo Jiu couldn't say anything, took a small strip and forced it into the child's mouth.

Unexpectedly, Childe chewed a few times and spit it out: "It's too unpalatable." "The expression is ugly, it seems that it is indeed impossible to eat.

The long-term eating habits have made him unable to accept meat, it's really pitiful, he has to find a way to get him some nutritious vegetarian food tomorrow, Mo Jiu secretly made up his mind.

"Complex? Who sent you? "Just about eating, Mo Jiu forgot to hide his complex.

"That...... Dunsheng Gongzi, don't worry, listen to me explain slowly..... "Mo Jiu hurriedly explained, don't provoke Dunsheng Gongzi, this is not a joke.

"The Heikyo Sutra? It's my good brother, Mo Jiu, how do you reply to his letter, do you want me to send someone to send it to you, oh, no need, my brother will come to pick it up in person. Looking at the expression of the third prince, he was not half angry.

"Childe, aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" I asked Mo Jiu, how do I have to answer this.

"If I reconcile with the scriptures, won't you be angry?"

"We haven't gotten married yet, and it's good that the sectarian brother is interested in you, as long as you know who you are interested in." This third son has a heart.

"Since you don't care so much, then I'll agree to teach the scriptures." Although Mo Jiu knew that there was actually a lot of freedom between men and women during this period, he still couldn't accept it.

"You won't."

"How do you know I won't."

The third prince didn't speak, smiled and left.

Mo Jiu laughed helplessly, there was really nothing he could do.

The next day, Mo Jiu got up very early, and the unfamiliar environment and the hard mat shop made it impossible to sleep well.

Before it was time to eat, Mo Jiu was about to go to the courtyard for a walk, and after discussing it for a while, he finally had to promise Juzi that he would always cover his face with a fan.

The temple of the Dunsheng family is similar to that of the sect, but the surrounding rooms seem to be a few fewer than those of the door and the waki, and from a distance, the end of the temple should be a garden with a small island, as if there is a person practicing martial arts there, and the ink nine cypress fan covers his face and trots all the way over.

That Juzi is actually very scheming, saying that she won't let Mo Jiu out of the boudoir, and when Mo Jiu stepped out of the dormitory, she followed with her right foot, and Mo Jiu ran so fast that she could keep up. You must know that Mo Jiu is a sprint champion.

It's all ignorant institutional constraints, who doesn't love to enjoy the sunshine in nature without constraints, and pity the ladies of this period, who have been under house arrest for many years in the boudoir, will they be deficient in calcium. Mo Jiu was innocent and cranky again.

But Kikuko's running posture caught Mo Jiu's attention, she turned out to be a lame person?! If she hadn't run fast enough, Juzi wouldn't have been seen to be a little lame at all, but she didn't expect that the person she was looking for was by her side, and the task would be so easy to complete? Why did the mother-in-law collect the soul of a maid, does Kikuko also have any secrets?

Jiu'er stopped, took advantage of Juzi's inattention, pulled off one of Juzi's hair, and quickly hid it in the bag she was wearing.

Juzi was taken aback by Jiu'er's sudden movements, for women in the Heian period, hair is a very important part of the body, and others are not allowed to "violate", Juzi looked at Jiu'er in surprise, "Miss, why are you pulling my hair?" ”

Jiu'er shook her hand and said unnaturally, "It's okay, I just want to make a joke with you, hehe, let's go over there." ”

Juzi followed behind Mo Jiu suspiciously, covering her face with a juniper fan, and touching her head from time to time, it must have hurt Jiu'er just now, and she blamed her mother-in-law, why did she collect other people's hair by herself, making Jiu'er seem to be a quirky person.

Jiu'er looked at Juzi, who was always vigilant against herself, and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I promise not to pull your hair again, walk in peace, look at the road under your feet, don't fall." ”

The path of the island garden is paved with pebbles of different sizes, some of which are uneven, and Jiu'er carefully "sneaks" into the garden island with Juzi.

It turned out that the garden was to practice martial arts, and Mo Jiu stood on the steps of the island, and the place where Dunsheng practiced martial arts was the open space of the East Fishing Hall opposite the island, and it was half a town away from Mo Jiu and Kikuko.

Dunsheng Gongzi is wearing a yellow and white brocade crane pattern straight down, lined with blue single clothes, wearing crimson fingers, Gongzi is using a samurai sword, such a distance, the sound of the sword edge hissing Mo Jiu heard it really, the flying sword light, such as a white snake spitting letters, and like a swimming dragon shuttle, walking around, pointing the sword up.