Xuan Liuyao's eyebrows jumped, and after all, he hadn't been in the restaurant for twenty or thirty years in his previous life. He happily followed Pingyang, if he asked him Ah Jiu at this time, maybe he would ask back: Who is Ah Jiu?

The old man in Pingyang is also very interesting, although he is only willing to buy a bowl of sugar water, the order is unambiguous, steamed pigeon, salt and pepper lamb shank...... There is no ambiguity.

Xiao Er, who served the food, didn't have long eyes, and the plate of salt-and-pepper lamb leg was placed in front of Pingyang.

Xuan Liuyao's gaze went over the cups and bowls and landed on the roasted brown leg of mutton, he remembered the days of "thirsty for the blood of the Huns and hungry for the Hun sheep" in his previous life, and had a trace of longing for this leg of mutton.

It's just that at the moment he can only chew the pigeon with thin arms and legs, which is quite uncomfortable.

An old and a small pair of sitting pigeons, Pingyang gnawed very finely, the fine bones under the sigh are complete and rugged, and you can almost spell out a pigeon again.

Waiting for the last trace of pigeon meat to fall into his stomach, Pingyang slowly swallowed the fine bones into the shape of a pigeon. Just when Xuan Liuyao thought that he wanted to chew the skeleton again, Pingyang's hand brushed over the fine bone, the skeleton suddenly disappeared, and a white pigeon appeared on the table in the air, and flew out in Xuan Liuyao's surprised gaze.

Skeleton into pigeon? Magic? Blindfolding? Spell?

Xuan Liuyao suddenly remembered the red mark that appeared on his chest after Xuan Sanjin's death. It's the same spell, one is a trick, the other is a killing technique, but I don't know if the person who uses the trick is the same?

Pingyang was a little proud because he showed his hand, and he pushed the fragrant salt-and-pepper leg of lamb in front of him: "Boy, eat it all." ”

Xuan Liuyao glanced at him in surprise, although Pingyang was a young master in the palace, he couldn't call him, the prince, a boy, right?

But he didn't say anything, unceremoniously took the leg of mutton, chewed half of it greatly, and couldn't eat the rest, and when he was about to throw it back to the table, Pingyang smiled and took the leg of mutton that was still a little tender, and gnawed it with relish.

also stunned Xuan Liuyao and was shocked.

Not really, right?

Not really, right?

He, he, an honorable young master, the gentleman of the princes, and the person who will refine the elixir to coax the saint around, can't come up with the silver money to buy another leg of mutton?

Could it be that Pingyang donated his daily stipends and the rewards given by the Holy Gods to the soldiers on the border and the displaced orphans?

Also, what's the matter with the linen clothes he wears, he can't afford to wear silk and satin as a young master?

Xuan Liuyao was thinking in a mess when there was a noise at the door of the hall. He followed the prestige, only to see a team of sword-wielding guards rushing over, making dumplings and tightly surrounding him and Pingyang in the middle.

Pingyang was so frightened that the little pumpkin's face turned white in an instant, and his body quietly leaned towards the door, looking like he was about to escape, but seeing that they were tightly surrounded, his face changed a few times, and he suddenly sat up straight as calm as water, looking profound.

Xuan Liuyao didn't know what was going on, he just watched quietly.

Fortunately, the leading guard arched his hand: "Your Highness, young master!" I humbly follow the order of the queen to find the six princes, and ask Your Highness to return to the palace with me immediately. ”

It turned out to be looking for him.

The guards rushed him back to the palace.

After entering the palace, he remembered that there was still Ah Jiu, and glanced back, but saw Pingyang following behind the team, unhurriedly entered the palace gate, and turned elsewhere.

The young master is qualified to enter the palace. Xuan Liuyao didn't care either, and only asked the guards: "What about Ah Jiu?" Did Ah Jiu find it? ”

"Ah Jiu has returned to the palace."

"Okay." Xuan Liuyao breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he entered the Wanqing Palace, his originally happy face collapsed.

There were two benches in the courtyard, one of which was a small yellow door with half-faded pants, and his white buttocks were covered with blood, apparently freshly whipped. Xiao Huangmen listened to the movement at the door, and reluctantly raised his head, and the miserable white face was Ah Jiu.

Ah Jiu smiled weakly at him, then his head drooped and he fainted.

He was stunned, and before he had time to defend Ah Jiu, Fu Feiyan had already walked over violently, and couldn't help but carry him to another bench, and whipped his ass fiercely with a rattan whip in his own hand.

Syllable!

Obviously, Fu Feiyan was extremely angry and showed no mercy. The only thing that showed mercy was that he didn't pick up his pants and left him a little dignity.

I deserve it.

Xuan Liuyao endured the pain and didn't say a word.

Fu Feiyan threw the rattan whip and cried: "How can you run out without saying a word? Do you know how worried the queen mother is, how scared she is! ”

Crying and crying, she got angry again, shook her hand, and slapped him on the ass.

"Whew!" He was caught off guard and yelled.

Like a little wolf cub in pain, no, a puppy.

The wolf cub roared much fiercer than he did.

But it's also useful, at least Fu Feiyan won't beat him.

Fu Feiyan was originally determined to get rid of Ah Jiu, but Xuan Liuyao's delicate arms warmly wrapped around her neck, a pair of bright big eyes were full of tears, looking at her pitifully, her heart softened.

Fortunately, Ah Jiu came back to report the letter, and Xuan Liuyao also found it, which can be regarded as a remedy. Otherwise, Ah Jiu's broken bones would not be able to withstand her hatred.

Since then, the gate of the Wanqing Palace has been guarded by two small yellow gates, and the guards are the six princes who can run away but have no brains.

In fact, the sixth prince is not without brains, he just has an extra 3,000-year-old guts.

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Xuan Liuyao's whiplash healed in a few days.

Ah Jiu repeated it, Fu Feiyan ordered someone to throw him in the utility room, except for the necessary food and drink, the rest was left to his own devices. She wants him to endure hardships, and whether she can save her life depends on creation.

In addition to sleeping now, she can't wait for a pair of eyes to grow on Xuan Liuyao's head.

He also didn't have Ah Jiu's cooperation and companionship, and stayed in the palace honestly.

The food sent to the utility room was extremely simple, but a bowl of rice, sometimes just a steamed bun, not even a green leaf, let alone meat.

One day, he secretly stuffed slices of meat without soup into his sleeve during meals, wanting to give them to Ah Jiu when Fu Feiyan was resting, but Fu Feiyan felt the smell of meat lingering in his nose when he took a nap. sniffed around, and found the flesh in his sleeve.

She looked at him silently, a meaningful condemnation in her eyes.

He shoved the meat into his mouth: "I didn't eat enough." ”

Fu Feiyan didn't delve into him, leaned sideways and pressed his arm against him, and then closed his eyes and went to sleep. Slowly her breathing became long, Xuan Liuyao slowly pushed her arm away and sat up quietly, but Xiangling stood on the edge of the bed and stared at him.

That's it, there's no meat anyway.

Xuan Liuyao turned over with a graceful harrier and rolled into the bed.

During dinner, Fu Feiyan took out two East China Sea white shrimp from his sleeve, and he smiled again: "I'm afraid of being hungry at night." ”

She didn't speak, just looked at him with a slight threat.

The two East China Sea white shrimps naturally had no other reason and obediently entered his stomach.

At noon on the second day, Fu Feiyan didn't turn his sleeve, but he didn't hide it.

In the evening, he happily walked to the door of the utility room with the meat in his hand.

The door was unlocked.

He happily pushed open the door and whispered, "Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu." ”

No response.

He stood in the dark for a while, and through the dim night, he slowly saw that there was no Ah Jiu here at all.

He exited the door and looked left and right, feeling a chill in his heart.

Could it be that Ah Jiu is dead?

In the palace gate of the Wanqing Palace, a small yellow door is leaning against the door panel, and it is napping with its head down. The autumn night was very cold, and he put a vest in front of him as a quilt, so he was subjected to the cold night dew.

Xuan Liuyao wanted to ask him where Ah Jiu was, but at this time, he understood what his Lu Fu had brought to others.

That is, he made a mistake, and everyone else was punished for him.

He finally couldn't bear to wake up the napping little yellow door, and turned back to his west wing, only to see the palace people who had been sleeping in the house standing quietly outside the door one by one, looking at him nervously.

He walked into the house guiltily, and the palace people followed the house quietly.

"Where's Ah Jiu?" He still couldn't help but ask.

Only one of the little palace maids whispered back: "I was sent out in the morning." ”

"Where's the delivery?"

"I don't know."

Someone dusted off the little palace maid, as if to blame her for her mouth.

Since Ah Jiu was punished, these palace people have also been a lot more restrained.

He sighed, got into the quilt and closed his eyes, urging the heavenly eye behind his forehead to look for Ah Jiu.

He saw Ah Jiu lying in an empty hut, with a few straws under him, and an empty porcelain bowl beside his head, looking very miserable.

"Ah Jiu." He shouted in his heart, and he didn't know whether Ah Jiu was dead or alive at this time.

Ah Jiu didn't move, for a long time, before he moved his fingers slightly, and I don't know if I heard his shout, or if I just happened to move. But at the very least, he's still alive.

Xuan Liuyao breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to see which room Ah Jiu was in, but unfortunately Tianyan didn't seem to listen to his mind, so he only walked around in this room.

I can only do this, and if I continue to watch it, I am afraid that I will have to sleep for three days and three nights.

Xuan Liuyao opened his eyes and turned over in the dark, let's go and beg Fu Feiyan tomorrow.

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The next day, he didn't wake up too late, and he didn't sleep the next day. It's just that it's already getting dark outside.

Fu Feiyan had also finished dressing up and was sitting in the hall, eating a bowl of rice balls slowly and leisurely. The rice balls burst between her teeth, and the black sesame seeds flowed back into the bowl, and the aroma diffused.

Xuan Liuyao sat down silently and picked up the spoon, slowly swallowing the ground, and took several bites of a small rice ball.

Fu Feiyan peeked at him, she already knew that he had looked for Ah Jiu last night, but she also thought about it, Ah Jiu had caused such a big disaster, no matter how much Xuan Liuyao cried, she would not spare it easily. Otherwise, those palace maids and little yellow doors will follow suit in the future?

Xuan Liuyao didn't cry or make trouble, as if he had suddenly grown up, and ate breakfast slowly with his eyes down.

After eating the last bite and putting down the bowl, he said solemnly: "Queen Mother, I want to study." ”

Fu Feiyan looked at him, and he looked at her.

She knew that maybe he just didn't want to stay in the palace all day, it was just an excuse for him to go out. However, she didn't want to refuse, and she also wanted him to study.

She nodded: "Okay, I'll go and discuss with your father." ”

"Also, let Ah Jiu come back well."

She looked at him and didn't speak, and he looked at her without talking. The mother and son silently competed with each other's eyes.

Finally, Fu Feiyan opened her mouth: "Okay." But remember, you're the prince, he's just a little yellow door. You should focus on your studies now, so that you can better assist the Holy One and work for the welfare of the people of the world in the future. ”

Xiaohuangmen should also be regarded as the people of the world, but Fu Feiyan's words were grandiose and irrefutable.

Xuan Liuyao didn't want to argue with her.

He nodded calmly, went to hold the "Three Character Classic" himself, and sat aside and watched intently.

Just watching, he didn't want to talk at this point.

Fu Feiyan sat for a long time, and she could see from her little son's upright body and serious expression that he didn't want to pay attention to her. She motioned to a few palace people to take a good look at him, and went to the Holy Xuan to discuss Xuan Liuyao's study.