Ying Zhichu brought the noodles into the house, and quickly slipped out while Liao Niangzi was not paying attention.

When she ran into the bamboo forest, she didn't hear the roar in the hut.

How can I take care of so much, and use the moonlight to find the direction where the young man is.

Xiao Qi rolled up her sleeves early and cleaned up the rabbit neatly, and her skillful movements were no different from her posture of wiping the table.

Ying Zhichu gave a thumbs up silently, and then piled up the fallen leaves to set fire, and when the fire gradually rose, she threw in the broken wood, and the fire became more and more intense.

"Little beggar, do you know how to cook?" Asked casually.

The little beggar played with the rabbit earnestly, put it on the campfire, and replied, "I don't remember, I just know that I want to do it." ”

Ying Zhichu sighed, noticed the black ash of his cuffs, and wanted to reach out to rub it for him, but inadvertently touched the dagger thrown to the ground.

"Hey, can I take a look?" She asked, pointing her finger.

The little beggar picked up the dagger, carefully received it in his arms, and just shook his head.

"Well, if you don't look at it, you won't watch it." Ying Zhichu rubbed his hands, scattering a chill all over his body.

The little beggar leaned closer to her, his stomach gurgling, and he said childishly, "Sister, I'm hungry." ”

The girl looked sideways and pouted: "My sister is also hungry." ”

“……”

The boy scratched his head and was silent for a moment.

Ying Zhichu looked at the campfire, and the jumping flames were reflected in her eyes, if she was not mistaken......

The knife handle is engraved with a double gold dragon.

Shouldn't this thing be for royal use?

How on a little teenager.

She raised her hand and rummaged through the hare on the grill, and the last bit of speculation was lost in the night.

……

The next day

The sun is shining, and the courtyard is filled with a pleasant morning breeze.

Ying Zhichu sat on the stone steps and watched the little beggar walk in the courtyard.

Although this young man sometimes acts and talks like a child, he looks like an adult in practice.

She took a bite of the pear, looked at the side face of the young man who pursed his lips and did not move, and only ate sweeter.

Until Liao Niangzi came out of the stove room and shouted at her: "Stinky girl, come here." ”

"Oh."

Throwing away the pear pit at random, the girl recalled whether she had knocked over the contents of the stove last night, why she felt that this woman's face was wrong, and even she was a little panicked in her heart.

Entering the stove room, sure enough, fragrant rice porridge was boiling on the cauldron.

This is what Master did?

Ying Zhichu glanced at the busy Liao Niangzi, waiting for her to turn over the accounts for last night's events.

Liao Niangzi didn't say a word, and took out a bowl of black soup medicine on the medicine stove, handed it to her, and said, "Drink the medicine." ”

Ying Zhichu brought it to his mouth and subconsciously asked, "What is this?" ”

"What nonsense." Liao Niangzi rolled her eyes weakly, and added, "I won't poison you anyway." ”

Ying Zhi smelled it for the first time, and felt that the smell was a little familiar but couldn't remember it.

"Hurry up and drink, the old lady got up early to stay up, are you still disgusted?" Liao Niangzi didn't have a good airway.

Ying Zhichu pursed his lips and drank it in small sips of hot air.

Seeing that she drank the medicine, Liao Niangzi snatched the bowl and said something else: "I don't know how to cook, so I won't go into the kitchen in the future." ”

"It's not like I'm going to cook." The girl retorted quietly and slipped out of the kitchen.

The courtyard has no shadow of the little beggar practicing......

Before he could blurt out the words he wanted to shout, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Little beggar, where have you been...... How are you? The girl took two steps back vigilantly, her eyebrows and eyes full of disgust.

The man, dressed in a purple robe, approached her with a cold face, and looked at her wantonly.

"Looks like you're doing well here." Han Wuyi said with a smile.

Ying Zhichu also snorted coldly, "Aren't you dead too?" ”

Hearing this, the man frowned, "I kindly came to see you, but you are still so ignorant." ”

Liao Niangzi came out when she heard the voice, "Yo, Lord Hange, which wind blew you here?" ”

Han Wuyi took out the ancient books in his sleeve and threw them in the direction of the woman at random.

"Something you want."

Liao Niangzi took the ancient book and glanced at it, her eyes were bright, and she didn't care about hospitality, so she slipped into the hut.

Ying Zhichu silently wanted to follow, but was dragged by the man with one hand.

"Let go." She glared at him.

In normal times, this man must have snorted coldly, and even took a handkerchief to wipe it, so as to humiliate her secretly.

But this time, he just raised his eyebrows kindly, and said, "You are so angry, shouldn't it be for Qi Liang?" ”

I don't know what he said, Ying Zhichu only stared at him.

Han Wuyi thought she acquiesced, and her voice gradually became frosty, "You must hate me to death for bringing you to this kind of place." ”

“……”

"Not only has he become a thief arrested all over the city, but he has also made room for others." When Han Wuyi said this, he raised his lips and smiled.

His smile was charming, and Ying Zhichu only felt bored.

pulled out hard, but was scooped into the arms of the man.

"You let go." The girl pushed him with her arms, but it was not as strong as the man.

Han Wuyi rested his chin on her shoulder and said without warmth: "Qi Liangzheng, I'm going to get married." ”

A sound fell on his ears, and the irritability in his heart was inexplicably calmed down.

Han Wuyi tightened her clothes, feeling if there was a slight change in her body.

But after a while, I didn't hear the girl speak.

He asked, "Don't you wonder who he married?" ”

Ying Zhichu raised his eyes and saw his chin, and said quietly: "What do you have to do with me." ”

Han Wuyi let out a muffled laugh, and the smugness and mockery between his eyebrows couldn't be hidden, "In this kind of thing, you are self-aware. ”

Raised two fingers to tie the girl's messy hair, and said coldly: "Your emperor gave Sister Yue to Qi Liangzheng, that is my Sister Yue, the person I have been thinking about for a long time, I want to be cheaper than that kind of guy......"

Ying Zhichu was chilled by his movements, but his heart was also depressed.

Princess String Moon, she's seen it.

A stunning beauty high up, but she is ruthless and vicious in her bones.

Now that I think about it, my fingers seem to be able to feel the pain of stroking the qin.

"He agreed?" Ying Zhichu asked casually.

Han Wuyi's eyes flashed gloomily, and he chuckled: "Why, do you think that all men in this world are fools, and if you don't marry a good noble princess, marry you?" ”

Ying Zhichu's face did not move, and he raised his foot and stepped on the man's toes.

Han Wuyi let go of her immediately in pain, and glared at the woman with hatred in his eyebrows and eyes.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Ying Zhichu glanced at him coldly.

Han Wuyi stood up slightly, straightened his robe, and said slowly: "If you are interested, kneel down and beg me now, and I will take you to see your lover for the last time." ”

Ying Zhichu rolled up his sleeves, tilted his head to look behind Han Wuyi, and asked casually, "Coming alone?" ”

A strange look appeared on Han Wuyi's face, his long eyebrows were about to be twisted together, and he said in disgust: "What are you going to do?" ”

Ying Zhichu pretended to sigh, but Xiu Mei provoked, and answered: "Didn't you ask me to beg you?" ”

She raised her fist and explained, "I want to beg you." ”

She walked towards him, and Han Wuyi's face became colder and colder.

That good-looking face was extremely displeased, but suddenly his eyes turned slightly, and he let out a sinister smile.

"I forgot to tell you something interesting."

Ying Zhichu only thought he was playing tricks and deliberately ignored him.

Han Wuyi raised his eyes to look at her, and his thin lips spat out cold words.

"Do you know that stinky flower named Yusheng? It's really bad enough for you. Han Wuyi hooked his lips, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

Ying Zhichu was slightly stunned, and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Anxiety rose in my heart.

"It's nothing, Commander Qi killed a little flower, is it worth mentioning?" Han Wuyi covered his lips and chuckled.

"However, since you don't want to go to Jinjia City, you don't have to beg me."

The empty fist hung down at her side, and the girl raised her bright eyes to look at him quietly.