Outside the ink-dyed pavilion, the iron hand was extremely surprised, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, he was stunned in place, stunned like a wooden chicken.

He grabbed Chasing Wind's arm with both hands and stumbled, "Chasing Wind, am I hallucinating?" The king was snickering! ”

"Not an illusion. The king was indeed laughing. ”

Seeing this, Chasing Feng patted Tie Shou's shoulder with a smile, "Our prince has fallen in love!" ”

"Not necessarily, the way Wang tossed General Feng Xiao is exactly what he said. Yesterday, I was thinking about giving away the lower half of my body, why can't I help it today? ”

"Stupid! I don't want to think about why the king wants to blow up the lower half of people's bodies? This is clearly Sima Zhao's heart, and passers-by know it! Chasing the wind thought he had seen through everything, and said incomprehensibly.

"Why?"

"Do you think, General Feng Xiao is a man, or an extremely arrogant and arrogant man. If Wang wants to completely conquer General Feng, he must first suffer his mind, blow up his magnificent masculine features, and crush General Fengxiao's self-confidence in all directions, so that he willingly surrenders to Wang's pomegranate pants. "Chasing the limelight is analyzing it in a straightforward way.

Hearing this, Iron Hand nodded like chaff, "That's right." ”

While they were whispering, Jun Mo Dye had already turned around, and the spring breeze proudly stepped out of the Mo Dye Pavilion.

Jun Mo saw the two of them hiding behind the door and whispering, and the voice of the demon suddenly sounded, "When did this king wear pomegranate pants?" ”

"Subordinates gaffe!"

Chasing the wind, the iron hands looked at each other and said in unison.

Jun Moran glanced at them lazily, and did not say anything to reproach, but only asked lightly, "Where is Imperial Doctor Su?" ”

"If you go back to the king, Imperial Doctor Su has been waiting in the West Building for a long time."

Chasing the wind hurriedly replied, especially gratefully looking at Feng Wuwu who was sitting on the food table.

Today, if it weren't for Feng Wuwu to coax Jun Mo to be in a good mood, he and Tie Shou would inevitably be punished.

When Jun Mo Dye left, Feng Wuwu followed out of the Ink Dyeing Pavilion.

She could do it for three days and three nights without sleeping, but she couldn't stand the hunger and hunger.

Feng Wuwu tightened his belt and was about to sneak to the dining room to eat, when he happened to catch a glimpse of a duck waddling over.

"That's it, just take it! It is not in vain that it is determined to enter Beijing to catch up with the roast. ”

It's too late, it's too soon.

This duck with a longevity lock around his neck may have felt the murderous aura of Sensen, flapping his fluffy white wings and flapping his wings to escape.

Woohoo –

The silver needle in Feng Wuwu's sleeve followed the trend, one needle sealed the throat, and one needle pierced the longevity lock.

For a time, the jasper bells locked by the longevity were shattered.

She neatly cleaned the duck from local materials and set it on top of the makeshift grill.

Zizi –

Flames are blazing under the grill, and the crispy roast duck on the grill is beginning to take shape.

After Jimo Yinren finished copying "Governing the Country" three hundred times, as soon as he walked out of the ink dyeing pavilion, he was hooked by the fragrance that came to his nose.

He walked step by step, squatting beside Feng Wuwu obediently, and looked at Feng Wuwu with adoration in his eyes, "General Feng, you actually know how to roast duck!" ”

"What's so hard about that? I think back then, in order to pass the tests, I spent three whole months alone in the wilderness. ”

"You Beili training generals, why are you so strict?" Jimo Yinren responded perfunctorily, staring directly at the duck covered in thick soil on the grill with a pair of sparkling eyes.

Feng Wuwu realized that he had missed his mouth, and he didn't explain, so he directly tore off a duck leg and handed it to Jimo Yinren, "Eat." ”

Jimo Yinren nodded excitedly like a chick pecking rice.

He had never eaten such a simple roast duck, there were no condiments or side dishes, and the taste was very bland.

However, Xu and Feng Wuwu squatted in the yard to steal food together, which made him feel very funny, making the duck leg in his hand particularly fragrant.

When he ate it, Mo Yinren's conversation box was wide open.

He swept the sparse longevity lock next to the grill and muttered, "This longevity lock seems to be a birthday gift from the second emperor's uncle to the lord of Junfu County, why did it fall here?" ”

When Feng Wuwu heard this, he almost laughed, "The county lord is a duck!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yinren suddenly felt that the duck leg in his hand was no longer fragrant, and he asked Feng Wuwu with sincere fear, "The duck we eat, could it be the favorite Xiangxiang of the county lord?" ”