Huanhuan looked at Nam Ember in the same shock, and she herself didn't know why such a sentence suddenly appeared. She dodged the torch-like gaze of the southern embers, and her heart beat extremely fast.

What kind of fate is this? Huanhuan and Nan Ember have been together for less than half a day, how can they have a tacit understanding so far?

This song is meaningful, giving people a feeling of loneliness among the clouds. I didn't think about Master......"

Before Huanhuan finished speaking, he saw a group of people serving a table of dishes, all kinds of dishes, overwhelmed.

"Slave, let's eat, aren't you hungry?"

Nan Yanchen saw the embarrassment and discomfort in Huanhuan's eyes, and hurriedly changed the subject, bringing a plate of excellent candied fruit and placing it in front of Huanhuan.

Huanhuan looked at the plate of colorful and varied preserves, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"How does Master know that slaves are good preserves?"

Ignoring etiquette, Huanhuan directly reached out and picked up a candied fruit and put it in his mouth, his beautiful eyes flowed, and the joy between his eyebrows was difficult to hide.

"Your master is Lord God." Nan Ember smiled proudly, and served all the sweet dishes in front of Huanhuan.

The artistic conception is no longer there, Xiaozhu has already stopped playing the flute, threw the flute on the couch, and the whole person disappeared into the room decorated with a white curtain landscape map.

"I've heard that if you eat too much sweet things, you will have a toothache." Seeing Huanhuan concentrating on eating the candied fruit one by one, Nan Ember couldn't help but remind, "Slave, why don't you try sweeter pastries." ”

"Master, how are you the same as Li Zerong?" Huan Huan buried and said, "There are people in the world who eat spicy food, and they don't live happily." ”

Nan Yanchen was about to refute the preaching, and he was too ruthless, but it hurt his stomach very much, especially that part. But he turned his mind to a weak heart, he himself is a person who eats spicy food, and he knows exactly what the effect of eating too much spicy food on his body is.

"Who is Li Zerong?" Nan Ember found that this was the point, and asked nervously.

"Ah, Master, how did you stay in the palace for so long? Naturally, it is the sixth prince Li Zerong. ”

"What do you have to do with him? Why is he in his house? ”

Huanhuan didn't know why Nan Ember said this, and was asked by him. How should I explain my relationship with Li Zerong to him?

"What kind of dish is the master talking about, what kind of dish is it, the slave can't wait to taste it."

Huanhuan didn't know how to explain, so he simply detoured around the topic to divert his attention.

"It's a very spicy dish, I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Did you come up?"

Huanhuan picked up the chopsticks and concentrated on finding the plate of Jianghu dishes. Suddenly, she saw a pot of red dishes in front of Nan Yanchen, with countless chili cubes floating on it, and she couldn't help frowning and gave up the idea of tasting it.

"Slave, do you have to wear a veil when you eat? There are no outsiders here. ”

"Ahh Huanhuan retracted his hand holding out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, looking sentimental and losing his anger.

Seeing this, Nan Yanchen thought that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly comforted: "It's the master who is abrupt, don't be sad." ”

Huanhuan shook his head and asked softly, "Master, do you remember my appearance when you first met me?" ”

"Of course I do!"

The corners of Nan Yanchen's mouth curled slightly, not only remembering her appearance, but also the feeling of her hugging herself from behind and the voice of calling her father clearly. Even if he didn't care about all kinds of things, as long as it was about his little apprentice, he had to keep it in mind.

"My face was accidentally injured, and it was kind of scary."

"How could you be so careless? Can there be any application? ”

Huanhuan looked at the worried look on Nan Yanchen's face, listened to his words of concern, warmed his heart, and comforted with a smile: "But there is a small scar." ”

"Slave."

Huanhuan raised his eyes, and when he saw Nan Yanchen's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"What kind of person is the Sixth Prince?"

Nan Yanchen hesitated, and still rounded back to Fang Cai's question, but this time he asked more tactfully. After he accepted the slave as a teacher, he often guessed about her relationship with Li Zerong, and wondered what kind of person Li Zerong was, so that he could keep his little apprentice by his side.

"Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad."

Huanhuan thought for a long time before slowly spitting out these four words. When the answer came out of her mouth, she felt a sense of disbelief. Since the destruction of the Lin Mansion, Li Zerong should have been an unforgivable sin in her heart, and the words to describe him are only derogatory, but she says that he is sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Huanhuan thought that Nan Yanchen would ask deeply, but unexpectedly, he just nodded, then reached out and picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat in the "Jianghu Dish", and put it into the Huanhuan bowl.

"Slave, this piece of meat is not spicy, you taste it, the cook is very tender."

Huanhuan looked at the meat slices in the bowl, and then looked at Nan Ember Chen, who also sandwiched the meat slices in the Jianghu dishes for her, and suddenly had a feeling of eating and playing with her brother Lin Yunyun. The sense of familiarity made the corners of her eyes sour.

Seeing that she didn't pick up the slices of meat, Nan Yanchen thought that Huanhuan was not spicy, and was about to reach out to remove the slices of meat in her bowl, when he heard Huanhuan call himself brother.

"Brother."

"Slave?"

Nan Yanchen saw that Huanhuan reached out and grabbed two candied fruits indiscriminately, lifted the veil and stuffed it into his mouth, his brows were furrowed, his eyes drooped slightly, and he lost his aura.

"Master, is there any wine in the building?"

"Yes."

"Can I have a pot?"

"Wine hurts the spleen, and slaves don't drink it." Nan Yanchen stood up, picked up the flute that Xiaozhu had just placed on the couch, and said softly, "Slave, why don't you listen to me play the flute?" ”

"Then I still have to listen to "Jiang Fa".

"I won't, slave change it."

The god of the key country wishes Nan Ember Chen to be the best at playing the Hu flute, the world's famous Hu Di song, and he will come by himself. Ordinary new compositions, just listen to them once, and you can play them according to the tune. Huanhuan asked him to blow "Jiang Fa", he once blew it, that is, on the night he first met Huanhuan, he faced the bustling long street and expressed his sorrow.

"Then I won't listen."

Huanhuan hung his head in pistol, looking disappointedly at the long street outside the building where night candles had been lit.

"I'll tell the story of "Jiang Fa" to the slave, don't be sad, okay?"

"Okay."

"It's the most beautiful story I've ever heard. It is the story of the general stationed in the frontier and the Hu woman, and the story is surprising that the Hu woman is the desert sand fox. Attracted by the desolate sound of the general's flute, the fox girl appeared in the camp where the general was located, dressed in the human skin of a delicate girl. ”

"And so they fell in love?"

"No, the fox girl was indeed attracted by the sound of the flute, but not for love, but to suck people's blood. The general noticed the strange deaths of the soldiers in the camp one after another, and the belly of the corpses seemed to have been hollowed out by the bite of a wild beast, and at first he thought it was the work of the wolves, until it became more and more wrong. He is the youngest general stationed in the frontier, and he is a rebellious young minister, who does not believe in ghosts and gods. With a heavy iron sword at his waist and a wolf-fleece cloak, he waited alone for the truth where the soldiers had died. Maybe it's a pack of wolves, but it's more likely that the enemy sneaks up at night to kill people, make up stories, and disturb the morale of the army. ”

"And then, he waited until the enemy army? Met the fox girl? ”

"Nope. There were lieutenants in addition to the generals, and he knew what they had encountered. The general became famous at a young age and had a prominent background, and the most important thing for this kind of person is the jealousy of the people around him. The deputy commander whispered the legend of the fox girl to the soldiers in the camp.

The fox girl was angry, the sky was scraping quicksand for hundreds of miles, and the illusions were numerous, and no one could get out of the desert alive. The fox girl sucks the blood of people, and loves to kill the marquis generals with a strong temperament. The young general became a sacrifice to please the fox girl, and the people in the camp believed the words of the deputy commander. ”

"Oh! I've heard the legend of the fox girl of the Western Regions. The fox girl is regarded as a goddess in the Western Regions, and every person in the Western Regions swears that the fox girl will be used as a witness. ”

When Huanhuan heard about the fox girl, he had a vague impression. When she was a child, her father seemed to have told her a legend about the fox girl, but the content of the story was completely different. Hearing this, he was very excited, and hurriedly told Nan Ember Chen what he knew about the fox girl.

"Xu is the same fox girl, slave listen to me slowly." Nan Yanchen proudly raised the tea in front of him, took a sip, shook his head pretending to be profound, and suddenly asked, "Huh?" Where have I just gotten there? ”

Huanhuan's eyes changed his master's opinion, and he suddenly recovered as before.

"The deputy commander wants to give the general as a sacrifice to the fox girl, and then what?"

"Haha, no hurry." In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Nan Yanchen raised the tea again, wet his lips before saying, "At night, the young general is guarding the depths of the desert again, accompanied by the full moon, waiting for the truth. The deputy commander ordered people to put a mechanism in the deeper part of the desert during the day, and when the wind blew, they spoke like someone else, and used it as a guide. Do you know what else is in the place where the agency is placed? ”

"Formation?"

"It's two people. They were bound with ropes, and they all had a cut on their foreheads, and blood flowed from them. When the young general heard the voice, he thought it was a temptation of the enemy, and with the handle of his sword in hand, he ran towards the "trap". When the general arrived, he saw a red-eyed woman lying on top of the two soldiers who were acting as bait. The fox girl is not sucking human sperm and blood, she really eats human flesh and blood. The young general happened to come across her devouring the soldiers, but he was not afraid. ”

"Why aren't you afraid?" Huanhuan heard that the fox girl ate human flesh and blood, and was already afraid. Feeling that it was inappropriate for the young general not to be afraid of the fox girl, he couldn't help but ask.

"It is precisely because of the fox girl's cannibalism that the general is not afraid of her. The young general drew his sword and looked at her and asked where she came from. ”

"No, the general should have directly drawn his sword and hacked her to death, the fox girl is harming people's lives."

Nan Yanchen smiled loudly when he heard this, and said in a straight voice: "Slave, if the world is black and white, it would be easy to distinguish it." The general knew her, but he himself wasn't sure if it was someone he knew. ”

"Oh? Past life marriage? ”

"It's not. The human skin worn by the fox girl was the one of the enemy female general who died under his sword a year ago. The female general is agile, holding a scimitar, and within five steps, she can kill ten people, and she is brave and good at fighting.

Such a woman, with bloody hands, but full of tenderness. On the battlefield, she finally met the man she was willing to entrust her life with tenderness, that is, the general.

From then on, on the battlefield, she did not want to wear a battle suit, but wore a red beard suit, dotted lips, painted ink eyebrows, tied a forehead belt in the Western Regions on her head, and also carried a forehead belt in her arms. By the way, slave, do you know what it means in the Western Regions? ”

Huanhuan didn't expect that Nan Ember would suddenly ask such a question. When she was young, in the Lantern Festival lights, Li Zerong once bought a ribbon from the Western Regions to give her, and the meaning of it was clear to Huanhuan. Thinking of this, Huanhuan couldn't help blushing, but fortunately, his face was covered by a veil, so he wouldn't be discovered by Nan Ashchen.

"Yes."

"Good. The women of the Western Regions have a bold temperament, and they rarely dress up. The dress of the female general is the dress of the women of the Western Regions when they get married. Before going to battle, she made a wish to the fox girl in the snow-capped mountains in the distance, hoping to bring the young general back to the tent as a pillow person.

The horn sounded, the war began, and the female general held a scimitar in her hand, and while cutting off people's heads with a knife, she ran in the direction of the general with a quick smile. But she was wrong because she was overconfident in her own exercises, and she knew how dangerous it would be to not wear armor on the battlefield, let alone such a striking red dress. Before the female general approached, she said to the general the sentence that she had studied all night before she read the smooth Central Plains dialect - I like you. She was stabbed through the heart by the general's backhand sword and died. ”

"This is too hasty to die, and then?"

Seeing that she was listening carefully, Nan Yanchen raised her chin with both hands, looking very cute, and said dotingly: "If the slave still wants to listen, eat a few pastries, how can a few candied fruits be satisfied." ”

Huanhuan was about to reach out for two mung bean cakes, when he saw the white curtain landscape map that had just hidden Xiaozhu's figure move a few times, and through the light and shadow, he could see that there was a person standing behind him.

"Master, there's someone in the back!"

"Who is it?"