Changqing turned his head to look at Ji Xuan, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, "Go and see?" ”

As he spoke, he got up and leaned against the wall.

Before he took two steps, the scream suddenly sounded, and Ji Juan followed Changqing's gaze to the wall, and suddenly his hair stood on end!

A crumpled head rests on the wall, and it can't really be seen in the night, but it's really terrifying.

As soon as Changqing's screams stopped, the ripple-like light and fire around him gradually spread, and soon gathered towards the Tibetan Pavilion.

Ji Juan's heart jumped, knowing that the big thing was not good, and looking at the wall again, there was nothing left.

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the Zangjiao Pavilion, the master and servant looked at each other, and Changqing went to open the door.

Under the firelight, there was a sickly flush on the man's pale face, and he coughed lightly against his lips, and only a moonlight brocade robe was draped over his shoulders outside the snow-white middle coat.

"Grandmother, what are you doing here?"

Ji Juan took a closer look, only to see the thin old man in front of Qi Jia, and after a closer look, wasn't it the person who was hanging on the wall just now?!

Changqing was also dumbfounded, unable to believe that this old woman was actually the old grandmother of the Qi family.

"Hmph, I can't sleep and get up for a walk, I smell the smell from afar!"

The little old woman spoke with a lot of anger, glanced at her grandson, raised her feet and walked inside, "Brother Jia'er, you are old, if you want to raise people in the house, grandmother will not agree, but this delicious food can't help but take it out, grandmother won't live long, it's okay." ”

After speaking, he was not polite, sniffed on the copper stove, grabbed a skewer of cooked pork belly and asked Ji Juan: "Little girl, how is this way to eat?" You wouldn't mind if my wife came to get a piece of the pie, would you? ”

"No... No, it won't. Ji Juan laughed dryly, making herself look as natural as possible.

Seeing the old man pinching the barbecue and looking at him, Ji Juan stepped forward and took a string and demonstrated it to Mrs. Qi.

Put green onions on the meat while it is hot, and then bite and pull, it is full of aroma.

The old lady paints a scoop according to the melon, and it is easy to get through.

"Brother Jia, come and taste it, it's delicious!"

The little old lady smiled and stuffed a string of barbecue into Qi Jia's hand, smiling like a child.

Qi Jia glanced at Ji Xuan, and his eyes fell on the barbecue, indeed... It's fragrant.

Ji Juan's face was burned by his face, although this person looked sick, his face was finely carved, especially a pair of bright eyes, and he was bright when he looked at people.

"Qi Gongzi, please use it!" Changqing stepped forward with a smile and handed over a skewer of grilled pork belly with a charred and attractive aroma.

"Our son doesn't eat such heavy oil and heavy food."

Qi Jia's side Chang Sui's face was gloomy, and he stared at Ji Juan's master and servant very unfriendly.

Changqing was displeased, pouting and biting on the meat skewers, "Often the heavy oil and heavy flavor are the highest to eat, if you can't eat anything, what's the point of living." ”

Saying that, he glared at Chang Sui very dissatisfied, and he couldn't see others questioning his own young lady for half a minute!

Qi Jia looked at Ji Juan with a slightly cold gaze, and there was no joy, anger and sorrow on his white jade-like face, which made people dare not be presumptuous.

"Grandmother, it's late at night, grandson send you back to rest."

He stepped forward, a warm and kind look on his face.

The sense of smell of the people who cook is more sensitive than that of ordinary people, Ji Juan sniffed and smelled the faint fragrance of medicine.

On the snow-white clothes that are not stained with dust, there is a medicinal fragrance that has been soaked for many years, is it ...... Qi Gongzi is not in good health?

She suddenly remembered the sixteenth master who always looked unruly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, how could the two she met be sick!

I don't know what Yin Chi's illness is now, and when she left, she heard him coughing a little.