The meat cut into half a finger's width was cooked quickly, and the winter bamboo shoots roasted pork was also cooked in the first wave.

The meat was first eaten by the guards who knew martial arts and the servants with knives, but the first bowl was presented to the owner of the place, Miss Zunzi, and five sons. As for the Dao Elder, even if he is asleep now, he must first put a bowl next to him.

The servants with knives didn't care about anything else, and when they got the bowl, they raised their chopsticks and ate it in a big gulp.

And the five sons and brothers stared, looked at their five sisters, and ate them one bite at a time.

Today, anyway, the five brothers don't know how many eyes they have stared at, and if they continue to stare at them, their eyeballs will fall out. If it really falls out, it's really a bit scary.

Xining really wants to look in the mirror, is she eating ugly, no, it should be very gentle. Such a piece of meat, still bite and eat, look at the people, they are all one bite at a time, and the corners of the mouth are oily.

"It's delicious~" A guard chewed in his mouth, squinting his eyes, and enjoying his face.

Although they also eat meat on weekdays, how can there be such a big bowl.

Xining looked at the five elder brothers and reminded: "This may be our last meal, only when we are full can we be like a guard, have the strength to kill, and it is also ...... to escape"

It's better to hit the road full than hungry. The eldest brother gritted his teeth, picked up the chopsticks in front of him, and ate them.

The eldest brother ate it, and the other four brothers looked at each other, and slowly picked up the bowl and ate silently.

Because he didn't eat meat for a long time, the taste of meat subconsciously formed a conditioned reflex, and after the sixth brother ate two pieces, he was nauseous and almost didn't vomit.

The fifth brother turned around in disgust, turned his back to him, and didn't look at it. It's really hypocritical, you can still be disgusting when you eat meat, and I don't know why my own mother, Mrs. Lunzi, is such a waste as an adopted son.

Xining motioned to the servant to fill a bowl with winter bamboo shoots and cooked rice, and replaced the bowl of the sixth brother.

"If you don't want to eat meat, don't force it, after all, it may be the last meal." Xining said to the kitchen steward, "If there is anything else to eat, choose the one that can be burned soon." ”

"Yes!" The steward immediately took a small pot, and the cook went into the house and cut some leeks and handed them to him. It was immediately fried.

Only then did everyone realize that in the flower pots placed around, it turned out that they were not planted with flowers and plants, but leeks. Last time, there was a legend that if Miss Wu put a vegetable pot in the house with a brazier, the vegetables could grow in winter, which turned out to be true.

With vegetables, the sixth brother eats more deliciously.

Burn the broth, add some winter melon slices, and drink hot. The sixth brother can drink, everyone is holding rice bowls, rice and meat, snoring and drinking winter melon broth, and many people are sweating after eating.

Watching the sixth brother take out the powder box from the bag tied around his waist and make up the powder on his face in front of the small bronze mirror, this time it was Xining's turn to stare at the beads.

"Hmm~" Fujiwara Michicho seemed to wake up in a daze at this time, probably because of the smell of meat.

Xining asked someone to bring the broth over and let the eldest brother and the second brother feed some of it.

After drinking half a bowl of soup, Fujiwara Michicho fell asleep again.

After Xining finished eating, he put down the bowl: "Whoever has a knife, give me one." ”

Fujiwara Michicho's personal guard stood up, took off his short sword, and respectfully handed it over with both hands.

The guard was old, and he had an old scar that stretched across half of his face, and he had been kneeling not far away.

Xining took it with both hands and pulled the knife halfway open, the surface of the knife was full of cold light and murderous aura. This knife has been soaked in blood, and it will be like this.

She pulled out the whole thing, and the knife made a slight golden sound, and she couldn't help but admire: "Good knife!" ”

"Long knife attack, short knife defense, you can also ......" Xining admired the knife, said leisurely, and turned to look at the old guard with a smile: "Suicide, you won't be humiliated." ”

The old guard bowed his head sharply and saluted, looking extremely powerful, and his tough voice was full of excitement: "I swear allegiance to the Dao Elder and Miss Zunzi." ”

In this era, the katana had a rudimentary form, and it was common to carry one sword, some knives were more like swords, and only the old guards carried two swords.

Xining said very calmly: "It is said that you have followed my father since you were a child, and my grandfather gave it to my father. ”

Princes and nobles like this often train some loyal guards, who have been by their side since they were young and train in martial arts.

The old guard nodded: "Yes! ”

Xining smiled violently: "If you can help my father tide over the difficulties this time, I personally ask my father to make you or one of your sons and grandsons a tough captain." ”

The old guard raised his head suddenly, glared at him, and then immediately lowered his head: "The old slave doesn't dare, it's the duty of the old slave to be loyal." ”

These guards differed from other sword-wielding servants and guards, who were often slaves. Only the slave, who has everything in his own possession, will completely obey orders.

"What, you can't trust me?" Xining turned to look at everyone: "Whoever helps my Fujiwara family today is a slave who is out of slavery, and a servant who is a servant is all plus three percent of the moon silver." Those who have meritorious service will be rewarded for their meritorious deeds. ”

Immediately, all the slaves knelt down and swore that they would die for the adults and young ladies.

"Don't be in a hurry to show your heart, you haven't finished your words yet. For the deceased, my Fujiwara family will give them a beneficial, blessed descendants. But there are those who have escaped from the battle and betrayed their masters for glory......" Xining's face sank suddenly: "Kill!" ”

Many people trembled, and everyone kowtowed "yes".

Envy and momentum. The eldest brother looked at the fifth sister, who was only eleven years old after the end of the year, and thought back to what he was doing when he was eleven years old.

At the age of six, he was a child in the palace and accompanied the king. When he was 12 years old, he was named Lai Tong, and he was under the fifth position. At the age of 15, he was promoted from three to the level of a minister. At the age of 21, he was tired of being a powerful official. At the end of last year, he had just become the youngest regent.

But tonight, he didn't feel as good as his young fifth sister. Could it be that the Dao elder was hit by an arrow just now, which scared him stupid?

Thinking of this, he straightened up: "Dao Elder is in a coma, as the son of the Fujiwara family, I should be in charge!" What my fifth sister said, I agree with it, as long as I can get through the difficulties. I, the Fujiwara family, will not forget, and I will definitely be rewarded. ”

The crowd immediately turned to him and saluted: "Yes, Lord Laitong! ”

Finally got the feeling back, that's right. He glanced to the side and saw the fifth sister sitting there cross-legged, her eyes slightly closed, and a light smile on the corner of her mouth.

He waved his hand: "Everyone takes shifts to rest." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the fifth sister holding a short knife, lying on the ground, and pulling the quilt with one hand.

I can't understand this fifth sister. But now they are all in the same boat, and the fifth sister doesn't turn out with her elbows, and she wants to protect them wholeheartedly. So he stood up and went to ask the guard for a sword.

After the guard gave the knife, he had a little headache, but he only had one knife, and he gave it to the eldest prince, and when people came in, what would he do?

So he spotted one and snatched the knife over: "This is for me." ”

"So what do I use?" This dare to be angry and dare not speak.

"Go find a kitchen knife, your martial arts can be used with a kitchen knife anyway."

Martial arts can be used in anything, or is it so bad that you can only use kitchen knives, is this a compliment or a depreciation? But there is no way to grab it again, and I have to find another weapon.

Sure enough, it was good with the conjecture, and there was movement around the hour, when the sky was about to dawn and people were most likely to relax.