Ye Yuanchao heard the voice of Emperor Zhaoning, opened the door and walked out to prepare for the salute. However, when he stepped out, Wan Wan had already dragged Feng Han to the lively street market.

In this regard, Ye Yuanchao has a lot to say. This is not his house, and he has no obligation to accompany guests. In front of him was Emperor Zhaoning, and he couldn't take care of himself to hang Emperor Ji.

The problem was that he didn't know what to say to the same little emperor. Coaxing children is really not good at this kind of thing. So after exchanging pleasantries, the scene once fell into the embarrassment of mystery.

Emperor Zhaoning was about to open his mouth to break the strange silence, and Ye Yuanchao turned into the kitchen.

In the middle of summer evening, the hot wind blows on the face. Emperor Zhaoning only felt that the temperature on his cheeks was higher than the wind. After a while, Yeyuan came out with a pot of tea. The embarrassment on Emperor Zhaoning's face subsided at this time.

There are no flowers and plants in the courtyard, only a set of stone tables and stools in the center.

After pouring tea and sitting down, the air was quiet again. Emperor Zhaoning has a lot of words, but he doesn't know whether to say it or where to start. After hesitating for a moment, she still chose to generously say the excuse for this trip - to send melons.

As soon as the melon was mentioned, the palace maid put the two cold melons in her arms on the table with great discernment.

Emperor Zhaoning took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The sixth brother is diligent and thrifty, and there are nothing rare in the palace. This cold melon is ordinary, but it is rare to have a 'early' word. It's a new thing in this season, so I sent it to ...... You taste it. ”

Ye Yuanchao got up, thanked Emperor Zhaoning according to etiquette, and sat down again and was still silent.

Emperor Zhaoning smiled and glanced at the big palace maid.

The palace maid understood, this is to ask her to cut the melon.

Although Fang had already seen the location of the kitchen, the palace maid didn't feel good and recklessly walked in to find tools, so she saluted Yeyuan and asked about it.

Ye Yuanchao didn't answer, just looked at her with an idiot-like gaze. The big palace maid was neither annoyed nor waiting for his answer, and asked and saluted herself. It was natural, as if he had received a polite answer from the night distance.

When the big palace maid walked into the kitchen and searched for it, the nature on her face turned into a touch of embarrassment.

If it weren't for the obvious stove-like thing in the room and the row of cupboards, she would have thought she was in the wrong place.

This kitchen doesn't look like a kitchen at all. The roofs of the four walls are actually pasted with fine frost paper, white and clean, without the slightest trace of smoke, and there are even a few lines of large characters dripping with ink on one of the walls. It is luxurious, and it is elegant.

The space was empty, except for the row of cupboards, except for a long table under the window. On the table were two delicate small stoves, one for a teapot and one for a soup cup.

There were no ordinary cooking utensils in the whole kitchen, and even the stove was covered with a new wooden lid with a bottle of wild flowers and plants on the lid.

The envoy said that he was going out to buy a knife, but it was really not an excuse.

I searched back and forth several times, but there was only a small pocket silver knife that could no longer be small, and it was reluctant to cut melons, and it would be a joke to cut cold melons.

The palace maid walked around for a long time, and had to walk out empty-handed, and reported the situation to Emperor Zhaoning in a muffled voice.

Ye Yuanchao's gaze fell on the body of the big palace maid, and the meaning in her eyes was very obvious: Don't you have a knife!

The tacit understanding of many years was not in vain, and the palace maid immediately understood what he meant, and responded with her eyes without a trace: It is true that she has a knife, but her knife has been stained with human blood.

Ye Yuanchao's expression changed a little, and he seemed to have lost his patience. He lifted his hand and pulled the thin, indestructible silk of meteorite from the tiger head ring between his fingers. Then I didn't see how he operated, and in an instant, a cold melon was divided into evenly sixteen petals.

The unique fragrance of cold melon lingers in the courtyard.

Emperor Zhaoning's mind was not on the cold melon, and she didn't think much about it at the moment, she only slowly talked about the smell and color of the cold melon, and naturally broke the silence without being pretentious. From this cold gourd to what he saw and heard along the way, he chatted about the whole world.

There are very few places to go in the night distance, and when I hear her say this at the moment, I have been listening attentively. Although there is little talking, the atmosphere is not awkward.

In this increasingly good atmosphere, the big palace maid standing on the side was messy in her heart. She stared straight at the sixteen-petaled cold melon on the table. After Emperor Zhaoning and Ye Yuanchao each took a petal, the big palace maid finally blinked her eyes, and there was a thick unbearable look from the bottom of her eyes.

The Meteorite Silk in This Ring...... I don't know how many people's throats have been cut. The picture of the blood mist is not too impressive.

She still knows a little about Ye Yuanchao's boss. This kind of person naturally doesn't mind this, even if one day he drinks human blood in front of her, she won't feel strange. But this little girl of Emperor Zhaoning ...... After reacting afterwards, I was afraid that I would be nauseous for a while, and if I didn't get it right, I would have a serious illness.

As a secret guard, she thinks that she should stop the emperor from eating cold melons. But her eyes are not white, what Emperor Zhaoning is thinking, she can understand. Fang Cai's atmosphere was really good, as soon as she opened her mouth, the atmosphere was ruined, and Emperor Zhaoning was unhappy.

It's better not to remind you. For now, let's think about it, how to make Emperor Zhaoning unable to react, and ignore this detail forever.

While the palace maid racked her brains to think of ideas, Wan Wan and Feng Han sat leisurely on a roof, each holding a jar of soup to cool off the heat in their arms, and their eyes fell on the crowd in the market.

Wan Wan looked at a group of personable young scholars, and the more she looked at it, the more she smiled. After looking at it for a while, her eyes shifted to several Beidi sons who were drinking and singing, and the smile on her lips quickly rushed to her eyebrows.

Feng Han looked at several beautiful and graceful girls, and the more she looked at them, the more depressed she became. Obviously, those girls are beautiful and graceful enough, but there is no certain impulse in her heart.

She faintly came to the conclusion that after her body was born abnormal, her heart also began to be abnormal.

She is getting farther and farther away from the standard of a normal man.

This realization made her feel depressed, and her expression became depressed. The mood was so low that Si, and then looking at the look on Wan Wan's face, he felt very embarrassed.

Feng Han squinted his eyes, followed Wan Wan's line of sight for a while, and asked with a little irritability: "A group of reckless men, what is so good-looking?" ”

Wan Wan's eyes didn't move, she only narrowed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, pointed to the place where her eyes fell with her chin, and said: "Look at that shoulder, and then look at that waist, strong, material, full of ......" After a pause, Wan Wan changed the "hormonal breath" she was about to export to "masculine." ”

Just as she was about to further comment on the beauty of those men in the northern capital, Feng Han glanced at her mouth and said, "Sister, can you not laugh so obscenely." ”

Wan Wan finally turned her eyes and said seriously: "The Buddha's eyes see that everyone is a Buddha, and the devil's eyes see that everyone is a demon." My smile is pure and open, and if you see the obscenity, it can only mean that you are obscene in your heart. ”

Feng Han was noncommittal, his eyes looked at the group of Beidi sons again, and lingered on those graceful girls for a while, muttering in a low voice: "The crisp chest moves like a snow wave, and the slender waist is not full of hand." Eyebrows and smiles, powder melts fragrant sweat. So this side is **. Those ...... you see."

Feng Han turned his gaze back to those Beidi children, wanting to make a look of disgust, but found that there was no sense of cold in his heart. The faintly drawn conclusion was a little clearer at this moment.

Feng Han is really cold this time.

Wan Wan didn't know the monstrous waves that were surging in Feng Han's heart, she raised her eyebrows and said jokingly: "Are you sorry for my future sister-in-law?" ”

Feng Han pursed his lips, pointed to the soup jar in Wan Wan's arms with his hand, and shot back: "Take good care of it, saliva is going to flow out." Wouldn't you be too sorry for someone like that? ”

At this moment, Feng Han's heart is empty. As soon as she spoke, she was afraid that Wan Wan would see her abnormality, so she hurriedly took out the set of paper and pen and wrote quickly.

Wan Wan leaned over to take a look, this thing was actually recording a certain hour of a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, she was on a certain roof in a certain place, looking at some men drooling.

The content is detailed and vivid.

Wan Wan smiled, took a sip of the cold and sweet soup in the jar, and asked indifferently, "What are you doing with this?" ”

Feng Han sighed: "After all, it is a family. ”

Wan Wan ......

What does this mean, isn't it going to be remembered for Feng Qingcheng?

Wan Wan blinked and blinked again, trying to persuade: "If you don't do this, we can still be friends." You see, I gave you this set of pen and paper. ”

Feng Han's response was to hold up the small notebook and blow dry the ink, and then put it away safely. Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future