At noon, the person who sent Yunnan Yue to the palace was not Zhou Yan.

The palace guards were worried that Zhou Yan would say the wrong thing again, or be beaten to death by Yunnan Yue and die young, so they made an excuse that Zhou Yan was sick and Tang Chuan was in charge of driving.

Tang Chuan is the kind of person who can't beat three farts with a stick, and Yunnan Yue is also happy and quiet.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, and in the distance, she saw the old night head waiting for her against the city gate.

As soon as he saw Yunnan Yue, the night Jiangyue thief smiled, and the one who laughed was called an obscene.

"Tut-tut!"

"Toothache?"

"It hurts, it hurts."

Ye Jiangyue held his shoulders, put his hands in his sleeves, and slapped Yunnan Yue with his elbows.

"What's going to be for lunch tonight?" Why don't you get a few big waists to make up for the nine boys? Oh, seeing the nine boys so emotional, the old man was also happy for the royal brother. ”

Yunnan Yue was too lazy to take care of Ye Jiangyue, and followed him to the imperial dining room.

Zhang Yuchu and the others have been waiting for a long time.

"Night Princess, you didn't come yesterday, are you sick? Are you feeling better? ”

"Much better, thank you for your concern."

Yunnan Yue can't say that he has been lying in bed for a day.

Thinking of this, the anger in a woman's heart does not come anywhere.

The Night Monarch who kills a thousand knives, you dare to climb into bed tonight and try again.

"What are you eating today?"

It's been a day since I have eaten the dishes made by Yunnan Yue, and the gluttony of the old night is called an itchy heart, urging Yunnan Yue to hurry up, he can't wait for a moment.

Routinely.

Yunnan Yue cooks dishes, Zhang Yuchu and others take a small notebook and remember it seriously.

If there is something you don't understand, raise your hand to ask, and Yunnan Yue will answer patiently one by one.

After the last dish was copied and put on the plate, when Yunnan Yue was about to brush the pot, Lao Yetou took the first step to stop her move.

"Slow down, let the old man mix rice."

In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Jiangyue took a large bowl of white rice and poured it into the stir-fry pot, mixed the remaining vegetable soup and rice thoroughly, and reloaded it into the bowl.

"Let's go, find the Night King."

"Lao Deng, can't you open the pot in the Night King's Mansion when you are poor?"

As for it?

Is it necessary for the oldest prince in the Northern Kingdom to be so frugal?

"What do you know, the vegetable soup in the pot is the essence, and it tastes fragrant."

At first glance, it is that it has not been beaten by life, and when you are hungry for seven or eight days, not to mention the vegetable soup and rice, even if you soak rice in swill, you can eat three bowls.

Yunnan Yue carried the food box, followed by Ye Jiangyue, who was rubbing rice, and the two came to the front of the main hall.

Good guys, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you see it.

"What's going on?"

Ye Jiang Yue, who was standing in front of the main hall, was pulling the rice in the bowl while looking at the dark eyes of the civil and military officials.

It's just one or two, how can they all become such miserable.

"What's going on with this group of people?"

Ye Jiangyue asked the guards standing guard on both sides of the main hall.

The guard knelt on one knee and answered in detail the reason for the black eyes of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces.

Speaking of which, the culprit is none other than the Night King.

When Officer Li looked directly at the Night Monarch, one of them couldn't help laughing, and then there was a chain reaction, and all the officials in the hall laughed out loud despite holding back their laughter.

Therefore, the Night Monarch will give everyone the same look.

"Are you so naïve?"

Ye Jiangyue turned back with his rice bowl and asked Yunnan Yue.

Yunnan Yue sneered, and replied to the first sentence of the old night, do you know?

It's good not to call Yejun absolutely good in the future, just call Yejun three years old.