"Oh." Mu Ling pursed her lips and took out the snacks under the pillow. He wrapped his two hands around the snacks in his hand, and said pitifully, "Childe, can you leave some for me."

"Confiscated, I'm eating after eating." Jiang Huan said, snatched the snack in his hand, and walked to the door.

"Oh." Mu Ling said and left the house with Jiang Huan.

Mu Ling and they are two or three years older than Jiang Huan, and it stands to reason that they should be very mature, but this is not the case. Mu Ling was sent to the Secret Guard Camp at the age of seven to receive that kind of inhumane training, so his childlike nature was suppressed. Even if he came out of the Dark Guard Camp, he couldn't slack off in the slightest.

Because, if he is not careful, he will die without a place to be buried.

But Jiang Huan is obviously different here, he doesn't have to hide in a dark place all day long, and he doesn't have to live that life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. Importantly, he befriended two brothers.

Jiang Huan is easy-going and doesn't mind the distinction between master and servant. So they ate, and all the people in the Sycamore House sat down and ate together.

Just as Mu Ling was thinking about it, Qianying patted him on the shoulder.

"What?" Mu Ling looked at Qianying who patted him on the shoulder with a puzzled expression.

I saw Qianying looking at Mu Ling with a playful face, and said, "Which girl is our Mu Ling thinking of?"

...

Mu Ling trembled when she heard Qianying's question, and then said without changing her face: "I miss you."

Thinking of me?

Hearing what Mu Ling said, Qianying was unsteady and fell to the ground. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I don't want to be thought of by you."

When Ziyu and the others heard what Qianying said, they laughed.

Mu Ling was disliked.

It's really, so, it's enjoyable.

Mu Ling saw that his good brothers were all "laughing" at himself like this, so he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and make a dry frame.

But before they could do it, a voice sounded: "What are you doing?" It's so hilarious. ”

Jiang Huan heard the voice and raised his eyes slightly. When he saw the visitor, a smile slipped across his face: "Lord."

Ling Chen saw Jiang Huan get up, and walked forward to support him: "Eh, sit."

"Yes." Jiang Huan sat down with a smile.

"Has the Lord eaten?" Jiang Huan said.

"Not yet, no, I'm here for you." Ling Chen said with a smile.

Ling Chen's smiling appearance, Jiang Huan guessed what happy thing Ling Chen had encountered. But Ling Chen didn't say, and he didn't ask. Instead, he told Mu Ling to go to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks for Ling Chen and the others, and Mu Ling understood and left.

When I came back, I had two more pairs of chopsticks in my hand. Just as the wind wondered why there were two pairs of chopsticks, Jiang Huan spoke: "The other pair of chopsticks is for the wind."

"Huh?" Hurricane was slightly stunned when he heard his name, and then said, "My subordinates are not hungry, but they still don't eat." As soon as the wind finished speaking, his stomach growled.

Chikage laughed out loud when she saw the wind like this. "You're not hungry?"

"Uh... I'm sorry," Brushing Wind rubbed his stomach in embarrassment.

He hadn't eaten since the morning, so he was naturally very hungry. Originally, he could endure to eat until the shift change, but it was strange that the food in Jiang Huan's house was too fragrant, which caused him to lose face in front of his own master.

Ling Chen looked at the wind like this, his heart was a little unbearable, he pursed his lips, and said lightly: "Since Ah Huan has prepared dishes and chopsticks for you, then come over and eat together, there are so many people, isn't it?"

The wind is his confidant, and he naturally won't care about the etiquette of kings and ministers with him. Besides, Jiang Huan's attendants also ate here. One more person doesn't eat much, one less person eats a lot, what does he dislike?

Hearing Ling Chen say this, a big stone in his heart finally fell, and he pursed his lips.

"That's... Thank you, Lord. ”

Swift Wind said and sat down in a seat next to Ling Chen. So, everyone ate like this.

Because of the large number of people, the dishes and rice on the table were quickly eaten.

After the meal, Qingfeng Mingyue and the two came to clean up the table, and Rean Yang brought a teapot to make tea for the two.

"The Lord has come here for the afternoon?" Jiang Huan saw that Ling Chen had finished eating, and asked.

"Yes." Ling Chen nodded and said, "The afternoon is a literary event set up for the people, and it is better for Gu to know how to come up with the test questions." If it is as difficult as the one who comes out in the morning, I am afraid that none of those people will have a good time. If it is too simple, it will be criticized by the ministers in the court. No, I'm here to ask you for ideas. ”

Jiang Huan heard what Ling Chen said, his eyes narrowed slightly, he shook the tea in his hand, and then took a soft sip, only to hear him say: "I think the Lord can come up according to the topic of the morning."

"How?" When Ling Chen heard what Jiang Huan said, he became interested and asked curiously.

"If the topic is too difficult, it will inevitably fall into the mouth. If it is too simple, it will attract the dissatisfaction of other courtiers. So, why don't we come up with the same question as in the morning, so that they can't find faults. Jiang Huan said.

When Ling Chen heard what Jiang Huan said, the corners of his mouth raised a smile, he hooked Jiang Huan's shoulder, and said, "What Ah Huan said is very lonely." ”

Jiang Huan lowered his head when Ling Chen said this.

"It's just a sub-calculation, the Lord has won the prize."

Seeing Jiang Huan being so polite, Ling Chen said nonchalantly: "Yes, what are you modest." ”

Jiang Huan shook his head slightly when he heard what Ling Chen said, and did not continue to talk about this topic with Ling Chen.

After all, he was not modest here, but he was afraid that this holy favor would be too much and would cause death.

Jiang Huan took a sip of tea and said, "Lord, what time does the afternoon selection start?" ”

Ling Chen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said: "It will be opened in about an hour, it is still early in the left and right, Ah Huan does not need to be in a hurry." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Huan said.

So, Jiang Huan and Ling Chen sat on the stool of Wutong House and chatted for a while, and soon, an hour passed.

Because Ling Chen was also in Wutong Residence, Jiang Huan and Ling Chen went to the main hall together. The little eunuch at the door saw the two of them walking in together, and hurriedly said, "The lord has arrived, Jiang Zuocheng has arrived."

When they heard the voice of the eunuch, they stopped what they were doing, and then knelt on the ground, and said, "Welcome to the Lord." ”

Ling Chen just returned to the place where he had been sitting in the morning, and he waved his hand and said, "No courtesy." ”

"Thank you, Lord."

"Let's get started." Ling Chen said, glancing at the wind next to him, and the wind understood, and said in a loud voice: "The game begins." ”

Soon, those who participated in the selection of the people's field walked in.

Most of the people who participated in the selection were dressed in brown coarse cloth clothes, and they looked very plain.

The only difference is Baili Ao and Nalan Qian standing in the crowd.

(End of chapter)