Late at night, the accompanying convoy also stopped and was stationed on the spot on a small plain. The chirping of insects sounded in their ears, and they played a beautiful piece of music that resounded in the silent night. When the fog clears, you can see the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and a tranquility sprinkled on the ground with the silver-white moonlight.

"Brother Xue, Brother Xue, what do you see I caught?" A sudden burst of voices rushed out of the dark forest, and the sound of excitement was heard everywhere.

Xue Qinghe lifted the curtain on the carriage and looked at the figure running towards him with a smile, "Where have you been?" How did it take that long? ”

"Hee-hee." Tang Le smiled, raised a pheasant in his hand above his head, and said with some pride. "I've been looking for this for a long time to find it!"

"You want to roast it and eat it? So will you? Xue Qinghe raised his eyebrows, he didn't believe that a six-year-old child could roast chicken.

Feeling Xue Qinghe's contempt, Tang Le muttered dissatisfied. "Of course! I'm proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and roast chicken is trivial. As he spoke, he lit a pile of matches with the help of a torch, stacking them together to form a special fire for barbecue.

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly and didn't say anything, found an open space and sat down on the spot, watching Tang Le's movements seriously. The silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the top of his head, shining on the side of his face, which looked extremely beautiful or delicate.

Tang Le didn't notice the changes in Xue Qinghe, but found two wooden shelves to string the pheasant, and the pheasant that had been peeled lay flat on the wooden frame, waiting for its glorious moment.

The bonfire was completely burning, and it glowed brightly in the night. Tang Le hurriedly put the roast chicken on it, rummaged through his clothes, and took out a bottle of salt. Although there are not many ingredients, but they are enough, the barbecue is all about the original flavor, too many ingredients even destroy its natural taste.

The fire is constantly burning the skin of the pheasant, and the skin of the pheasant is constantly making a "squeaking" oil splash sound, which looks very tempting. The fat oil and water drip down the skin and fall to the ground, giving off a fragrance that makes people's taste buds bloom. Tang Le's control of the heat is very good, and it is even accurate to every minute and every second. Under his skillful operation, every minute of the third stage of skin was guaranteed to be hot, and the whole surface was burned with enough heat.

Soon, a fragrance spread around Tang Le as the center. The fragrance is constantly diffused, the fragrance is very strong and attractive, it is a natural aroma, the natural fragrance that is not mixed with anything.

"I didn't expect him to really do." Xue Qinghe subconsciously swallowed his saliva when he smelled the fragrance, and muttered with some amazement. I have to say that he is Xiaoqiang's six-year-old boy in front of him, he is very talented, and he also knows the origin of the sword, and he can cook chicken, he is simply omnipotent.

"Brother Xue, can you taste it, is it delicious?" Tang Le strung a chicken leg with a wooden strip, ran to Xue Qinghe, handed the chicken leg over, and asked with a smile.

Xue Qinghe looked at the sweaty head in front of him who was hot from the burning fire, and his originally delicate little face became a little black at this time, and a trace of oil smoke was still surrounding his eyes, which seemed to be very funny. A hint of complexity flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes, and he took a bite of Tang Le's chicken leg gently.

At the moment of entrance, Xue Qinghe felt that the whole person was about to ascend to heaven, not because it was so unpalatable, but because it was so delicious! As soon as the chicken leg enters the mouth, the rich fragrance is emanated, as if it spreads along the blood vessels to the whole body. The fragrance continues to stimulate his taste buds, and when Xue Qinghe can't wait to take a bite, the simple aroma of chicken and the fatness of the fat in the chicken leg burst out instantly.

The indescribable smell spread first down his teeth to the tip of his tongue and finally to his heart. Xue Qinghe looked at the inconspicuous chicken leg in front of him in disbelief, he felt that after eating this chicken leg, everything he had eaten in the palace before was rubbish. The chicken thighs grilled by Tang Le are fat but not greasy, and the original flavor retains the most simple fragrance of the muscles, which is simply amazing! Xue Qinghe's heart had the idea of appointing Tang Le as his personal imperial chef, and he could eat such wonderful food every day, not to mention how happy he was.

"How's it delicious, hee-hee." Tang Le smiled a little proudly, and then also picked up a chicken leg and took a bite, tasting his own work.

"It's so delicious, you're amazing!" Xue Qinghe said vaguely, at this time, he no longer had the slightest bit of the identity of a prince, and he directly picked up the chicken leg and gnawed it, and he ate it very imagelessly.

Seeing Xue Qinghe eating so happily, Tang Le's heart unconsciously rose, and a sense of pride rose. Roast chicken cooking is his forte, he took Tang San to fight in the society back then, and if he didn't learn some skills, I'm afraid he would have starved to death. Having said that, he is also a veteran craftsman, and his craftsmanship is very good!

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't eat it? Don't eat I eat wow? Looking at Tang Le's smirk beside him, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but glance at him. It was this glance that looked amorous, and even the smirking Tang Le was not stunned, staring at him stupidly.

"Dry ...... Why? Xue Qinghe said a little shyly, being stared at by Tang Le so directly, his cheeks were a little unconsciously rosy, and his hands looked a little helpless and pinched the corners of his clothes.

"Brother Xue, you are so handsome! You're sure to have a lot of women like it, right? Tang Le's eyes blinked stars, and he said with envy. Xue Qinghe is so handsome and handsome, and he has a good background, I'm afraid there are a lot of wives and concubines around him, right? It's like myself, addicted to practice and can't extricate myself, I'm in my 30s, I'm still a child, and I'm not interested in girls anymore......

Sometimes Tang Le is also very envious of those who grow old hand in hand, they have their own partners and the people they love, and what do they have when they look at themselves? Isn't he the chief disciple of the Carefree Sect? Isn't it just that you can use the Xuanyuan Sword? Isn't it a genius that is rare in a thousand years? Isn't it just cultivating the Northern Spiritual Skill to the pinnacle? What do you have left? Tang Le once reflected on himself in countless days and nights, what was left of him? Apart from this body's martial arts, I have nothing but to stand majestically.

After hearing Tang Le's question, Xue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't ask about that question. He shook his head, lowered his head and said in contemplation. "Actually, my life is not as beautiful as you imagined, the struggle for imperial power is far more cruel than you think, not to mention any wives and daughters, I haven't even touched a girl's hand."

Tang Le"!! ”

He turned his head to look at Xue Qinghe, he had a feeling of seeing each other late, it seemed that their fate was so sad!