"Senior sister, when we are out of school, let's work together to create a peaceful and prosperous world, okay?" The three of them walked all the way in a sullen manner, until they left the city, and Ji Yongan asked Mu Qingyun such a question with a serious face.

Mu Qingyun was slightly stunned, "Aren't you going to go back to the prince directly to help him?" ”

"It depends on whether he's worth my follow." Ji Yongan's face was grim, completely different from his previous appearance of giggling and talking, "I admit that he is a good general, he has been guarding the country for more than ten years, never participating in the internal fighting in the court, even if his wife and children are in danger, he still focuses on hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians at the border... But that doesn't mean he can be a good monarch. ”

"So, you want to test whether your father is qualified to compete for the throne?"

Mu Qingyun is in a complicated mood - I'm afraid this kid is not crazy, right? His father is the king of Pingxi in the northwest, he is a half-grown boy who has almost nothing, where did he get the courage to argue with an old oilman in the officialdom who wants money, soldiers, and cities?

Especially this old oilman of officialdom is still his own father... Is this the rhythm of infighting?

But the young man sincerely wants to serve the country and the people, but she is not good at pouring cold water on him as half of his master.

Of course, the most important thing is that Ji Yongan belongs to her own person, but Ji Heng, the king of Pingxi, is a real stranger to her.

Isn't it obvious who she wants to help with her own people and strangers?

"So be it. No matter what others think about this matter, at least Senior Sister will always be on your side. ”

Ji Yongan's eyes seemed to have thousands of stars slowly circulating, he lowered his voice and looked at Mu Qingyun's Danfeng eyes with a serious face, "I will always be on my senior sister's side." ”

He Shuning didn't notice that he was forcibly stuffed with a handful of dog food in his mouth, and the little girl looked at her senior sister with a ignorant expression, and she couldn't help but feel weak when she saw Mu Qingyun.

She coughed, "It's not too early, junior sister, don't you still have to find a conspicuous stone to engrave?" Let's hurry up and find the right stone. ”

He Shuning let out an "oh" and obediently followed Mu Qingyun to the official road.

"Counting this, He Ba should have carved a whole eight stones, right? I don't know if Yan Er's parents and relatives heard the news. ”

He Shuning took a knife and carved "Yuxu Mountain Yannan Xiao'an" on the big stone, and Ji Yongan stood next to Mu Qingyun with his arms and chatted with her.

There was a light smile on the corner of Mu Qingyun's lips, "As long as you are alive, you will hear about it sooner or later." ”

Ji Yongan: ..."still alive" Shenma's is too terrible.

After a moment, he whispered to Mu Qingyun, "Don't say this in front of Yan Er." ”

Mu Qingyun originally deliberately teased him, but seeing his cautious posture, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips slightly, "Come on, I won't say it." ”

***

In mid-July, before the ghost gate was opened, the three of He Shuning's senior sisters and brothers finally returned to Yuxu Mountain safely.

After briefly reporting the trip to Uncle Qi, the head of the hand-shaking house, Mu Qingyun focused on improving himself and supervising the three junior brothers and sisters.

On the second day after returning to Yuxu Mountain, Mu Qingyun comprehensively inspected Yan Nanxiao's homework progress, and found that this child was actually very hard working and conscious.

Not only did he improve his knowledge and martial arts, but he also learned to make wine and improve his cooking skills.

In order to thank He Shuning and them for helping him deliver the news, at noon, Yan Nan Xiaote showed his hand and made a large table of various delicacies for He Shuning, Mu Qingyun and Ji Yongan.

What braised mutton, clove elbow, sweet and sour tenderloin, shredded lily chicken, steamed fish with soy sauce, braised lion's head, cabbage minced meat rolls, spicy tofu, dry roasted winter bamboo shoots, artichoke dough, what fresh mushroom loofah egg soup, millet cake, red date cake, mung bean cake, red bean glutinous rice cake, scallion pancake, potato cake, fried bun, bean paste bun, pork and wild vegetable stuffed dumplings... All of them were He Shuning's favorite dishes that he and his aunt learned from Uncle Qi during their descent from the mountain.

"I can't see that you kid really have the talent to be a cook!" Ji Yongan took the chopsticks by himself, and at the same time did not forget to swallow his saliva, feeling that Yan Nanxiao's progress was rapid.

Mu Qingyun glanced at him, "What do you say about the talent of being a cook... Yan Er just worked hard to learn, unlike you, who can only give me a hand after going up the mountain for so long. ”

Ji Yongan smiled wryly.

Although he has a longing for Mu Qingyun, he really can't wash his hands and make soup for her, and he is not a little daughter-in-law who aspires to be a good wife and mother!

Perhaps it was during his time in the palace that he was influenced by too many of the ideas that were ingrained in this era, and he just couldn't convince himself to learn cooking as a craft anyway.

Mu Qingyun shook his head slightly helplessly-so the eldest young master of this rich and noble family, even if he was down for a while, the ungrounded stinky problem still made people feel sorry for him.

He didn't want to think about how he would fill his stomach if no one cooked for him one day. Is it really true to come back every day by hunting a rabbit, pheasant and other wild animals, and then forcing yourself to eat with barbecue? He's not afraid to eat a mouthful of bubbles!

Compared with Ji Yongan's noble persimmon, Yan Nanxiao, a child from a small family (?) Apparently more down-to-earth, more able to recognize reality and lower one's profile.

You see how long it has been, and people have been able to make such a large table of delicious food with all the color, aroma and flavor, which is really teachable.

Mu Qingyun was full of emotion here, but He Shuning, who was sitting next to her, squinted her eyes directly, her cheeks bulged, and she hurriedly praised "good times (eating)".

Yan Nan smiled and bent his eyes - the food he made by himself can make others happy, which is a happy thing for anyone who cooks.

Especially this other person, He Shuning, who has been sparing no effort to help him.

When he was worried about his parents, she clumsily enlightened him; When he drank bitter medicine soup to detoxify, she took out all kinds of food she treasured to give him bitterness; When he encountered a bottleneck in his martial arts practice, she took the trouble to accompany him over and over again to help him understand; When he wanted to go down the mountain but could only stay because of his lack of strength, she offered to help him carve stone characters on the official roads along the way.

In addition, He Shuning still has a great life-saving grace to him, if it weren't for her, Yan Nanxiao felt that he would have turned into a pile of white bones by now.

And although he was born with an arrogant and awkward temperament, he is a person who knows how to repay kindness and distinguishes between right and wrong.

That's why he made up his mind to study his cooking skills - because he wanted to repay He Shuning's kindness to him in the way she liked.