Min Fenglan was too lazy for them to talk nonsense, and directly passed the excerpt to people: "All the secretaries take a look at this excerpt, and then make up a reason, I will wait!" ”

Song Yuchu memorized the recipe within Song Tingyu's line of sight, and when she got this cookbook, the word shock could not describe the impact that the recipe brought her. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that a gentleman is far away from cooking, although she knows that her Uncle Song has always taken an unusual path, which can be seen from the beginning when he asked her to read history books and strategies.

However, a book like a recipe doesn't seem like something that can appear in the hands of her Uncle Song in any case. After all, her Uncle Song's temperament really doesn't look like a person who can cook.

However, it turns out that Song Yuchu still thinks too much about whether Song Tingyu can cook.

Song Tingyu ignored Song Yuchu's surprised expression, and said lightly: "Memorize this cookbook, all dishes must be able to be cooked." ”

After Song Yuchu heard this, he only felt that the cookbook in his hand weighed a thousand pounds. She cursolutly flipped through the book, and there were almost hundreds of dishes in the book.

The only thing she is thankful for is one thing: there is no shortage of ingredients at home.

Song Yuchu raised his eyes, and he didn't know when Ji Chi was beside Song Tingyu, talking very happily.

Ji Chi used a voice that only the two of them could hear, and quickly reported the results and process of this trip.

"You mean that none of the officials in this northern Xinjiang city are clean except for Jing Mu. Jing Mu, can you find out? Song Tingyu had a faint smile on his face, which made people feel that the conversation between them was a very relaxed topic from a distance.

But in fact......

"The subordinates have searched it once, and the Jingfu doesn't even have a trace of Yueli, that is, the things of the Dingbei Hou Mansion, and the subordinates haven't found one. Now I have sent someone to call the people in the domain who know how to move, and prepare to wait for the next opportunity. ”

After Song Tingyu heard this, he paused slightly: "No need, Mu Jing grew up in southern Xinjiang, and the people of southern Xinjiang are good at using poison, and some poisons can erase traces." Jing Mu is a cautious person, so naturally he will not leave any handles. ”

Jing Mu, such a growth process, if there is no city government at all, then he will not live for so long.

"There is still something unknown about the subordinates." After finishing the matter, because it was Song Tingyu who followed him from the beginning, and when Ji Chi followed Song Tingyu, Song Tingyu was very gentle most of the time, so when he faced Song Tingyu, he talked more.

Ji Chi looked at Song Yuchu, who was studying the recipe carefully.

Song Tingyu understood: "You don't understand why I want Yu Chu to learn cooking?" ”

"Yes. Master, what do you want, don't you have a cook? Why ......"

"What do you think of the emperor's treatment of Yu Chu?"

"Be more attentive to others than others."

"What do you think of the emperor's temperament?"

"Master, what do you think?" Ji Chi's expression was a little solemn.

"I hope the emperor won't, but it's always good to be prepared." Song Tingyu stood up: "Women have women's advantages, and some of their advantages are lethal to men. ”

Song Tingyu looked at the sky, his eyes were compassionate: "While there is still time, while I still have compassion for her, I can teach some life-saving means, so let's teach some." ”

"Ah Gui, Ah Gui." Jing Mu was awakened again, and his uneven breath was relieved, but he couldn't fall asleep. The pain that had been with him for a long time began to scream again, and dense pain swept in.

Even if he was used to this kind of pain, in the dead of night, it still made Jing Mu look a little more fragile.

It wasn't dawn yet, and there was no one on the road. Jing Mu came to a lonely grave alone, no longer rigorous and calm in front of people, his eyes were rare and gentle, but with infinite desolation.

"Wanyu, I've been missing you more and more these days. I often dream in my dreams that you call me Ah Gui, and you are still so graceful. I think this is probably due to the fact that I have seen a woman who looks like you in the past few days, her name is Song Yuchu. It's hard to imagine that there is someone in this world who is so similar to you, but I know it's not you. ”

His late elm has a heavy army, under one person in the army, above ten thousand, and makes decisive decisions, and the people behind him will not let her live.

Her death was basically caused by him.

"Wanyu, you have always thought that the first time we met was in the military camp, but in fact, our first meeting was in southern Xinjiang. When I first met you in southern Xinjiang when I was a child, you told me to live. If I hadn't seen the sun, I wouldn't have longed to be near the sun. Wanyu, my unbearable life is so desperate and helpless. ”

Decline, decline, no return?

Naturally, there is no return!

The tomb in front of me is nothing more than a mound of clothes. Losing her soul and turning into bones is her final end. There are no bones left, and there will never be any trace of her in this world.

He had thought that he would be sad, but he would never regret it. He wants to live, he wants to return to the imperial capital, and there are many, many things waiting for him to do, how can he die?

But now, it can't even match the sentence "Ah Gui" when I fell asleep late at night. ”

"I have always been the one who has been abandoned, whether in the imperial capital or in southern Xinjiang. Wanyu, you shouldn't have saved me at that time, you didn't save me, I, who have always been used to being abandoned, will always have a way to save myself. And you won't die so easily at my hands. ”

You will live, at least longer than you are now, and you will never end up with no bones left.

Jing Mu looked at his hands in a daze, he had adjusted the poison, held the pen, lifted the sword, and killed people, this was really a pair of dirty hands.

But these hands, with distinct bones and fingers, are clearly very good-looking.

Thinking back, how to return

Mountains and rivers fall between the eyebrows

Fulfill whose wishes

One step at a time

debilitated

The body is not old, and the heart is old

Thinking about where to go, where to go

The Tao is this place of peace and security, and it is my hometown

Involvement in childhood

A wish from a young age

Turned into unwillingness

The fragrance of medicine fluttered into whose eyebrows and eyes

The snow covers the plateau and buries the warmth

Think of returning, can be returned to no

Fresh clothes and angry horses, no bones remain

When Cheng Zhao came back, he brought back one good news and two bad news for Cheng Yiqing.

The two bad news are: Min Fenglan's throne is gradually stable, and he has won the hearts of the people, if he wants to do something to the Cheng family, it will undoubtedly be a big trouble for the Cheng family, which is now in turmoil.

The other is: Cheng Yunmo is still nowhere to be found, and only the mask she usually wears when she goes out.

The good news is: the news without Cheng Yunmo is good news, at least there is hope.

However, Cheng Yunmo's long-term absence is an extremely abnormal thing in itself, and a long time will inevitably arouse suspicion.

Besides, Cheng Ji's death day is coming soon.

As a son of man, how can Cheng Yunmo not be there?