"Zhongli Wangma." Wei Ziyu's bloated hands barely held the bamboo chopsticks, and at the moment he was struggling to fight with the food on the plate, and he did not forget the narcissistic Zhongli Boqian.

"Who is Zhongli Wangpo?"

"It's you." Wei Ziyu made it for a long time before he put a poor piece of lotus root into his mouth, put down the bamboo chopsticks in discouragement, and looked up at him: "Wang Po sells melons and boasts about herself." ”

"It seems that Ziyu doesn't want Boqian to feed you lotus root." After speaking, in front of Wei Ziyu, he put a full amount of chopsticks and lotus root slices into his mouth, making the whole cheek swell, and deliberately chirped after eating.

"Bo Qian, Bo Qian is the most powerful, Bo Qian is handsome, has a good temper, cooks well, and is talented......" Wei Ziyu looked at him pitifully, racking his brains to praise his words.

"That's it, just feed you."

"Uh-huh." Wei Ziyu stepped forward.

When Zhongli Bojun returned to the palace, the ghost sent him to the courtyard and saw that they got along so well.

"Ziyu."

Zhongli Boqian, who heard the voice, stopped the movement in his hand, stopped the smile on his face, glanced at Zhongli Bojun and put the bamboo chopsticks on the small square table, drooped his face not happy or angry, and got up and left without saying a word.

"Uncle ......" Wei Ziyu was wondering what was wrong with him, and when he raised his head and crashed into Zhongli Bojun's sight, Wei Ziyu hurriedly got up and saluted: "Lord Wang, why are you here?" ”

Zhongli Bojun looked at the departing Zhongli Boqian, smiled awkwardly, and gently waved his hand to signal Shangguan Tinghan to leave. God finally gave him the opportunity to get close to Qing Zijin, but there were always too many people around him to stop him, his own brother was a rival in love, and his own guards were also rivals in love, and he was a little overwhelmed!

"Not long after we separated, how did Ziyu become so angry?" Without waiting for Wei Ziyu to greet him, he was already sitting in Zhongli Boqian's position and picked up the bamboo chopsticks: "Bojun has dinner here tonight." ”

Wei Ziyu turned his head to see that he was holding the bamboo chopsticks that Zhongli Boqian fed her, picking up the lotus root slices and sending them to his mouth: "That ......" It was obviously too late to stop it, and Yu Ziyu scratched her head helplessly.

"It tastes very good, I didn't expect Ziyu that you still have such craftsmanship?" Zhongli Bojun ate by himself, and did not forget to praise Wei Ziyu.

"This is what Bo Qian did." Wei Ziyu smiled awkwardly and raised his hands: "Look, isn't my hand immobile?" ”

Zhongli Bojun was stunned, he didn't expect that Qian'er, who was idle all day long, would deign to cook for a woman, was this determined to fight against him to the end?

That's it, Zhongli Bojun came back to his senses, looked at Wei Ziyu who was looking at him, and couldn't help but purse his lips and smile.

"Ziyu, Qian'er is gone, let Bojun feed you next!"

"There's nothing between you brothers, right?" Wei Ziyu laughed along, remembering Zhongli Boqian's expression when he left: "He's just like that, babbling all day long, childlike." As his brother, you should be more tolerant of him. ”

"Hmm." Zhongli Bojun lowered his head and concentrated on picking up the lotus root slices and handing them to her mouth: "Open your mouth." ”

"Hmm~" She ate the lotus root slices into her mouth with satisfaction, and peeked at the person in front of her, her heart warm.

There was a slight movement under the small square table, making a squeaky sound.

Her mind was interrupted by this sound, and she bent down to take a closer look: "Ah~"

Zhongli Bojun was frightened by this sudden cry, and then stabilized his mind: "What's the matter? ”

Wei Ziyu got up from the chair quickly, and before Zhongli Bojun could react, Wei Ziyu had already thrown himself into his arms: "Mouse, there are mice." ”

"Where?"

"There...... there" Wei Ziyu pointed to the gray hairy mouse passing by under the square table, jumping and jumping in a hurry: "See?" ...... there."

"You're scared by rats?" Zhongli Bojun was helpless, if he remembered correctly, Qing Zijin liked rats very much, and even kept them as pets. He didn't care so much, stretched out his big hand to wrap Yu Ziyu in his arms, and gently patted her back.

Wei Ziyu buried his face in Zhongli Bojun's chest and smelled the faint sandalwood on his body.

Sandalwood?

"Lord Wang......" Wei Ziyu hurriedly broke free of his hand, got out of his arms, and watched the little hairy mouse walk away, she took a few steps back, her face was ugly: "Lord Wang smiled." ”

"Now that it's okay, let's continue to eat!"

"Hmm."

Wei Ziyu is in a heavy mood, will a person change his own taste in a short period of time? Puzzled, or fill her stomach first and then think about things, her craving for food has never diminished, she is starving to death, what could be more attractive to her than to be full?

In the courtyard of Hanxiao, the evening breeze is light, and the Xiaoxiao tree makes a rustling sound. Under the tree, there were stone tables and chairs for Zhongli Boqian to sit on, and he was here in a daze, looking at the smiling tree, as if looking at his own mother.

"Mother." He dismissed the servant maid and stood alone with his head propped up and looked at the green smiling leaves.

"Am I doing the right thing?" On one side is his own brother, and on the other side is a woman who he will never forget at a glance. He was conflicted, doubting himself about right and wrong, and no one told him what to do. The elder brother is very busy, busy dealing with other forces, busy laying out other people's lives, and busy worrying about Daqi's country. It was precisely because of his brother who suffered those open guns and arrows for him, and who bore those bloody storms for him, that he got this precious freedom.

At this time, the Jinghuanfang in the south of the city also ushered in dusk, and the white clouds between the cliffs floated leisurely, and there was no abnormality due to the absence of anyone. It's just that there is a little less temperature in the Pavilion of the Afterlife. Heiyue made a simple meal and put it on the stone table in the center of the courtyard, Bai Yang helped to start, to say that they have also been back for a few days, and it has been a while since they received the news of Manxiu, but they have not seen the door master and Mr. Qi yet.

After the two had dinner, Black Moon cleaned up the Afterlife Pavilion as usual and lit candles in each room. Bai Yang was going around, the master of the door and the young master were not there, and Mr. Qi, who could be in charge, also went to Gurong, and she and Man Xiu had to keep an eye on it. Jing Huanfang said that it was not big, but it was not small, Bai Yang inspected for a while, and then met Man Xiu, who was inspecting the surroundings. Man Xiu is a servant girl beside the door master, and her responsibilities are somewhat similar to her, and when the two meet, they just nod to each other and pass by.

The sound of horses' hooves trampling the dust sounded faintly in the distance, the formation sounded not small, Bai Yang quickly jumped to Man Xiu's side, glanced at Man Xiu, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the darkness, Man Xiu blew the whistle of emergency alert, and whoever listened to the sound must put down their work and quickly gather at the entrance of Jing Huanfang. They had to be cautious, because there were too many people who wanted to put their lives to death.

Bai Yang probed down the mountain, Man Xiu summoned everyone at the entrance, and with a gesture, everyone quietly dived into the darkness.

A "whoosh" arrow sound reached Bai Yang's ears, she quickly judged the direction and turned sideways, the arrow brushed against the tip of her nose, and the arrow feather swept over her nose, slightly painful.