The jade bowl full of porridge was put down, and a pair of red sandalwood and green jade chopsticks were placed on the delicate chopper pillow, making a crisp sound.

"Your Highness is not satisfied with today's dishes? The little one is going to tell the kitchen to change the table for you? Wu Guanjia asked, hunched over.

"No need, maybe it's too hot and I don't have an appetite." After Feng Buqi finished speaking, he lifted the feet of his robe and got up and left the dining room.

"Your Highness, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell? Why haven't you had a good appetite these two days? Wu Guanjia asked the candle next to him in a worried tone.

He watched Feng Buqi grow from childhood to adulthood, and he was more meticulous than a nurse.

"Probably not..... I practiced martial arts with him yesterday, and he was nailed to the wall! This will hurt in the lower back! That leg strength ...... What is it like to be unwell? Candlelight complained.

"That's not easy to say, Your Highness is the most tolerant, I'm afraid that if he scrapes his bones to cure poison, he can laugh freely!" The more the nurse Wu said, the more worried she became, and kicked the candle who complained about her back pain.

"Keep up with Your Highness! Let's see if there's something going on! ”

"This ..... I haven't eaten lunch yet....." Candlelight propped up his waist pole, staring at the untouched food in front of him, and looked aggrieved at Steward Wu.

After all, he is also Steward Wu, who grew up watching from a young age, right?

"Na!" Granny Wu also conjured up two big meat buns out of nowhere and stuffed them into Candlelight's arms!

"Go and see Your Highness! If Your Highness really has any discomfort, this is your food for the past three days! ”

"Hmm—" Candlelight, who had half a meat bun in his mouth, nodded and trotted all the way to chase his food for three days.

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The back garden of King Zhao's Mansion

The scorching sun was noon, the cold plums in the corner of the wall were annoyed and red-faced, and the pond fish were hiding under the big lotus leaves, sheltering from the scorching sun.

Squinted and looked up at the sky, and then looked at the ice-blue figure in the garden wielding a sword and destroying flowers, and the candlelight with a bun in his mouth suspected that his master might not only be unwell, but also his brain.

Who just said you can't eat it when it's hot? Will this actually practice swords against a big sun?

"Poof-ahem!!"

I don't know when, Feng Buqi flashed in front of Candle Zhao and gave a palm, and the half of the bun that Candle Zhao had just stuffed into his mouth flew out again.

"Your Highness...... What's wrong with you? Looking at the buns on the ground that hadn't had time to chew, he looked resentful.

"Your Highness."

Feng Buqi didn't pay attention to it, turned his back again, and picked up the three-foot-long Dragon Sword in his hand.

The sword moves are chaotic and disorderly, and they are not in order.

"Your Highness"

Whoosh——— blade slashed past his eyes.

"Oops!" I also wanted to come forward with a candlelight that almost blinded me accidentally!

He took two steps back before asking, "Your Highness...... Who are you talking to......

A cold light flashed in the corner of Feng Buqi's eyes, and he turned around and swung his sword, so frightened that the candlelight behind him retreated and fell to the ground.

Feeling the cold swishing on his chest, he looked down and found that the placket on his chest was opened by the sword stroke.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness......"

"Think about it before you speak." Feng Buqi is really a walking air conditioner, which is cool behind the candle, which just relieves the scorching heat.

Candlelight was so frightened that he dared to speak, he only dared to think: "Before going to the throne last year, the emperor actually issued a decree in order to force his master to go to the banquet of the flowing water.

After that, the master cut flowers in the back garden for a night, and as a result, he suffered from the wind and cold.

On the second day, the emperor almost ordered the minions of this courtyard to be cut down, but fortunately, the national teacher was present, and he gave the emperor a good flicker, so as to save their lives...... "Thinking of this, a carp stood up from the ground.

Fearfully, he said, "That... Your Highness, I mean, what should you do if you suffer from heat illness on a hot day...... The national teacher is not in Junzhong these days......"

Feng Buqi suddenly slammed his sword.

Candlelight, who was always watching his every move, hugged his head in fright, but saw that the other party hurriedly retracted the sword momentum, and he had this doubt in his heart.

Which sentence is wrong for yourself? Still is...... Right?

Feng Buqi threw the dragon sword in his hand to the candle light, and walked towards the garden door.

"Prepare for the car and go to the National Teacher's Mansion."

"Oh!"

Candlelight hugged the dragon sword thrown by the other party, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and let out a long sigh, finally no longer have to be swords.

"Huh..... No, master! The national teachers have been away from Jundu for several days! Hurrying to keep up with the wind, the candlelight kindly reminded.

"I don't believe it, I'm going to check it out for myself!"

Candlelight is stopped, and his master has the ability to justify such a far-fetched reason.......