"I've seen too much, and that's it."

"And delicious! Steamed, boiled, fried, fried, spicy, hot, pot stickers, fried small wontons, chicken feet, Hermes fried rice, Wuxi sauce, pork ribs, Texas grilled chicken, Yangzhou dried shredded fish, shredded pork, kung pao chicken, Ding Manhan, full banquet cake, bread, Xue Mei Niang! ”

"Xue Meiniang sounds good."

"That thing is short of materials now, so let's go, I'll make you Yangzhou fried rice when they leave."

In the room, Yan Sui, who was casually rolling a roll of drawing paper, suddenly appeared, and glanced at Yang Changshi, "Heard?" ”

The old man gritted his teeth, and Wen Zhen felt that his next step should be death.

"Yan Jue's taste is really getting better and better," Yan Sui smiled at him, "The widow dares to go to the door, and the long history is well taught." ”

The old man gritted his teeth and exited the door, as if he had chewed a packet of broad beans.

Yan Sui slowly rolled up the painting and sat down by herself, not thinking that there was anything wrong with this being someone's boudoir.

The real owner of the boudoir, under the pressure of his powerful aura, tearfully dragged Jun Moxiao to retreat.

"When did my brother come? Have you eaten it? Wen Zhen greeted him very naturally.

Yan Sui glanced at her, "When you shouted His Royal Highness King Yi." ”

"I really can't talk about people behind my back," Wen Zhen, who was unashamed, sighed, "The old saying is good, everyone will come, and ghosts will come." ”

Yan Sui nodded, "Yes." Big sister. ”

Wen Zhen blinked.

Forget it, you can't please this person. What's the use of secretly rubbing and scolding him for being a ghost, in a blink of an eye, she herself is a ghost sister.

is still from the Northeast.

With a groan behind him, Yan Jue finally woke up leisurely, and as soon as he woke up, he saw Yan Sui.

He sat up like seeing a ghost, Huo Ran sat up, subconsciously reached out to wipe his face, wiped out a bright red hand, he stared at his palm in a daze for a long time, Huo Ran got up, and rushed out in three or two steps.

Immediately, Wen Zhen heard him shouting outside the door: "Come on, drive!" ”

Hula a jumble of footsteps came, hula lala a juggling of footsteps went.

Wen Zhen, who had exhausted all his strength to figure out how to explain, hung in the air with a breath, feeling like he was about to choke to death.

What's going on? What is Yan Jue running so fast?

Wen Zhen used a kind of "Could it be that I hit you by mistake, what a ghost?" Yan Sui looked up and down with his eyes, Yan Sui was not strange at all, he took the painting in his hand from far and near, as if he was figuring out how to draw this strange painting, and said casually: "He is afraid that I will take the opportunity to kill him." ”

Wen Zhen: ?

He also said: "I'm afraid that he can't control himself and wants to kill me, and he can't beat me." ”

Wen Zhen: ??

"I'm even more afraid of being beaten like this, and I have to thank me, suffocating to death."

Wen Zhen: ......

The one who dares to love is self-aware, and knows that he will lose when he meets this third brother, so he simply thinks he is unlucky, and he has thirty-six plans.

This hard-working child, how many bloody losses he has suffered before to practice this body of Wang Bagong.

Wen Zhen felt that he had received an important point, and the consequence of waking up was to hurry up and fry Yangzhou fried rice.

This is the nearest post station from Tianjing, often undertake officials from all over the world and out of the king of Beijing to usher in the important task, so the scale is large and the facilities are good, the ingredients are also high-level, to deal with a Yangzhou fried rice is not a problem, rice, ham, sea cucumber, chicken breast, duck gizzard, shrimp, scallops, bamboo shoots, mushrooms, Wen Zhen opened the fried, half of the post station was alarmed, more and more people passed by at the kitchen door, and when the fried rice was brought out, the dogs on the street were picking the door.

Good cooking skills pay attention to the color, flavor and flavor, Wen Zhen's pursuit is a little higher, the food she makes, must be enough to be on the level of food magazines without filters, it is served with that plate of golden and soft, red, yellow, white and green fried rice, even Wen Zhen himself can't help but appreciate it for a moment.

Appreciation can't be in vain, by the way eat it half a pot.

In the end, except for Jun Mo Xiaowen Jintan, only shallow fried rice was left that could cover the bottom layer of the plate.

When Wen Zhen came back, he found that there was already a guard standing outside the door, just like the group of door panels last time, what is it called, De Jong Yangong is here?

Look at the cross-legged posture, the beard and scar, the big hands of the fan, the rough voice, the four words of Zhenzhen and Derong Yangong, male talent and female appearance, are a perfect match.

De Jong Yan workers blocked the door, one of them held a big spoon, making a gesture of being loyal to the Lord to taste the poison, Wen Zhen looked at the volume of the spoon and the posture that everyone wanted to try it, and felt that Yan Sui would probably only be able to lick the dish after trying.

So Wen Zhen lifted the plate up expectantly, his eyes sparkling, and he never reminded them that the plate was silver.

Eat, eat, I really want to see His Highness lick the plate.

Yan Sui's voice came out, "One grain of rice is missing, and each of you will deduct a month's silver." ”

……

Wen Zhen watched De Rong's words disappear with regret, thinking that his loyalty was really worth a tael of silver a month.

Yan Sui said again, "There should be two more bowls in the kitchen, send them over." If you don't grab it, send it to Longxiang Camp for a month. ”

In the next second, the kitchen was full of smoke and dust, the chorus of pots and pans was fierce, and Jun Moxiao, who had just been notified to eat supper, dragged the wolf and ran suddenly, and did not catch a grain of rice.

De Jong's workers soon reappeared, each with a spoonful of rice in their hands. No more, no less, it adds up to exactly two bowls.

Wen Zhen: ...... Brothers, I won't laugh at you anymore.

Be Raushzi's bodyguard, and publish a book "On Dealing with Unscrupulous Masters", and you will make a fortune.

……

The oil lamp is scorching, reflecting the fried rice soft and beautiful, the colored light flows, the people who eat hang their faces, the nose is straight like jade, the double eyelids at the end of the eyes are wide and deep, like a delicate fan, the light is the best filter, this picture is worthy of the calligraphy and painting of this dynasty, everyone is drunk with a wonderful pen, a painting at least 10,000 gold.

However, the picture in someone's heart is a picture of Grandma Liu munching locusts in Daguanyuan.

Wen Zhen watched Yan Sui eat with a smile, his eyes and expression were full of old motherly love and satisfaction. It would be more perfect if the person on the other side said "Why don't you eat", she had already thought of the line, "As long as you can eat, I will be relieved for the rest of my life." Or say, "I'm going to wash the dishes, and you're here, don't move." ”

It's a pity that Wen Zhen is ruined, and the opposite side is even more human-faced and beast-hearted, and after eating slowly, he was thinking about something while eating, and he didn't give her a kind word.

He seemed to be a little more interested in that painting than he was in Wen Zhen, and he still hung opposite him during dinner, glancing at it from time to time.

Wen Zhen would never ask him why he was hanging on the other side, and she didn't want to hear him answer: "Because it's better to watch this than to look at you." ”

She praised the painting, anyway, it was him who painted it, and he couldn't poison himself.

"Look at my painting, it's exquisite, isn't it? Three-dimensional, right? Can you capture the essence of the characters? You see how well I remember you, I saw your weapon last time, and it was exactly the same......"

"That's not my weapon."

"Uh...... Then next time you greet me with your weapon, and I'll draw another picture for you. ”

"I don't have to fix my weapon."

"And what do you use?"

"All kinds of things, available at hand, do you have to be bound by a dead thing?"

Wen Zhen wanted to pretend to be forced and pretended to be forced again.

"For example?"

"For example......" Yan Sui suddenly smiled, the corners of the eyes converged and the tails of the eyes stretched out the shape of the indescribable beautiful eyes, the eyes were sharp and warm, and suddenly flicked his fingers.

Wen Zhen only felt a pain in his earlobe and touched it.

Two peas, one on each side, resemble a pair of emerald green ear beads.

Don't eat peas on the ears and faces?

The next second, Yan Sui walked by her side, pinched her earlobe, and said with a smile: "Don't eat too much fried rice, look at your meat, your earlobes are so fat." ”

Wen Zhen thought to himself, why didn't he try to poison the fried rice just now? There is a kind of detective that seems to suit him very well, and his tongue will rot after eating.

Suddenly I felt that something was wrong, why did these two peas feel so hard.

The fingers were slightly forced, the pea skin was shattered, and two small black beads rolled out inside, Wen Zhen didn't dare to take it with his hands, so he took it with a handkerchief and looked at it, the pill was like a bead and like a medicine, hard and black-purple luster, a little faint bitter fragrance emanated, not like a bad thing.

She glanced at Yan Sui's back, and didn't plan to ask him, she knew a little bit about Yan Sui, her face was full of spring breeze and moist, and her eyes were full of "you fish-lipped humans", the most impatient thing was to explain, if you ask too much, you can be disgusted by him to the great wilderness.

She looked at Yan Sui's back, and always felt that it was no coincidence that this guy appeared here in the middle of the night, let alone a kindness to relieve her.

However, she didn't want to get involved, it was no good thing to run into these nobles, last time it was an assassin, this time there are still assassins.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but mention to Yan Sui the strange thing that someone suspected of having done something to Yan Jue before, but Yan Sui was not interested at all, and in the end, Wen Zhen kept wondering if she was making a fuss about it, whether it was an assassin in Dongtang who was as worthless as eating and drinking.

"Your Majesty has a total of fifteen children, and now only half of them are left, and the causes of death are strange, and the period of death is endless, starting from the quacking baby to the ground, the most recent one is the sixth child who committed suicide after being imprisoned in captivity last year for the greedy ink case. And those who died because of assassination accounted for at least half of them, and even the prince was once hit by a sharp sword in his chest and almost lost his life. ”

The implication is that the two times Wen Zhen met in succession were both drizzle levels.

As soon as Wen Zhen wanted to sigh hypocritically and sigh for the sake of life and death, he heard a sound of horses' hooves outside the courtyard, and wondered how someone was in such a hurry in the middle of the night, and why the sound of horses' hooves was so heavy, and the courtyard door had already been slammed.

Before the people on the side of the post station could open the door, De Jong Yangong passed first, and then the sword rang out and the sound was endless, and before he could say a few words, the fight began.

Wen Zhen's eyelids jumped, thinking that this was really the No. 1 troublemaker in the sky.

There was a bustle outside for a while, and then Wen Zhen heard Lin Feibai's voice.

"Yan Sui, are you finished? The three hundred miles of the imperial city is not enough for you to toss, right? ”

The tone was still cold, but Wen Zhen felt that he heard the smell of anger and corruption.

"I think too much," Yan Sui smiled and said, "The mountains are high and the water is far away, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the long road is difficult to travel. ”

He has a thin wine in his mouth, but only a fried rice plate in his hand. The first half of a sentence sounds like nonsense, and the second half listens to smoke.

The sound of boots and the flickering of fire, the outline of the crimson torch was clear, and the figure of the man was neat and slender in it.

Lin Feibai didn't come closer, just glanced at this place from a distance, and that glance swept over Wen Zhen, Wen Zhen only felt like a stabbing knife, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows - when did she offend him? Look at that little look full of malice.

"Your Highness," Lin Feibai said, "you have tried your best to slander and smear me and force me out of Tianjing, do you really think that from now on this pool of water will be shallow for you to cross and horizontally?" ”

"The temple is small, it can't withstand the strong wind of Lin Hou, so let's go to your father's place." Yan Sui's smile flashed at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he was full of coldness and moving, "But you said something wrong, you tried your best, I really can't talk about it, I just said a few words." He sighed, "Who called Niangniang so sensitive, and Ling Zun so stingy?" ”

Wen Zhen thought, these two scolded each other so roundaboutly, "The temple demon is windy, and the pond is shallow and the king is eighty" is used like this?

Lin Feibai stopped talking, his chin tensed slightly in the night firelight, and his lines were as cold as a knife.

The aura of condensation and slaughter slowly diffused, and the air seemed to tighten the invisible silk strings, which tightened people's throats, and those who knew martial clenched their weapons, and those who did not retract into the shadows.

Lin Feibai didn't make a move, he turned around and left after a while, and finally only dropped a sentence.

"I'll be back before it snows, and before that, remember to get a good night's sleep."

Yan Sui didn't answer, she seemed to be humming a minor key, her tone was brisk, and she was obviously in a good mood.

Wen Zhen looked at her again before thinking about Lin Feibai's departure, what did she mean?

------Off topic------

In this chapter, Wen Zhen looked at Yan Sui lovingly and thought that the sentence was purely taking advantage. Respectively, they used Fu Lei's family book, "As long as you are strong, I will let go of my heart for the rest of my life." And in the back of Zhu Ziqing's famous article, "I'm going to buy oranges, you are here, don't move." ”