Some of the drinkers who knew what Xuanyuan Po had experienced in Kyoto whispered a few words, and people realized that Xuanyuan Po's right arm had been injured and looked like it should be useless.

"Such a waste bragging, do you really believe it? Return the master of the Tianhai family...... Let's just say that Tianhai is better than snow!"

The drunk shouted with a drunken breath and spat his phlegm at Xuanyuan's feet.

Xuanyuan Po was silent, did not speak, and did not fight back, with some difficulty with his right hand, he took off the wine jug hanging on his left arm and put it on the wine table in turn.

Seeing that he ignored him, the drunk man became even more angry, and kept scolding, and his words became more and more unpleasant.

Some of the drinkers also began to heckle, sneering at Xuanyuan Po.

Xuanyuan Po still ignored it, and after putting the flask away, he turned around and prepared to go back.

The drunkard suddenly stood up and shouted, "Hey, bear cub, you stop me." ”

Xuanyuan Po stopped and looked over.

The drunk burped and slurred his words and asked, "Have you really been to Kyoto?"

Xuanyuan Po nodded.

The drunkard then asked, "Are you really a classmate of the Pope?"

Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and corrected: "At the beginning, he and I were both students, and later he became the dean and I became the supervisor. ”

Hearing this, the drunkard burst out laughing, and many of the drinkers laughed too, thinking that it was too ridiculous.

The drunkard pointed to his right arm and sneered, "Look at his hands, this is a waste, he doesn't have the slightest strength, so he only deserves to wash dishes, and he says that he is the director of the Anglican Academy?

Great Zhou Kyoto is too far away from the world of the demon clan, and the specific situation of many things that happened there is difficult to convey to the tavern in White Emperor City, but no matter which tavern the drinkers, no matter how much they drink, they all know the place of the National Religious Academy.

Their most beloved princess, Her Royal Highness, was once a student at the Anglican Academy, and her teacher was now the Pope.

If Xuanyuan Po really had stayed in the Anglican Academy, and even worked as a supervisor, how could he wash dishes in such a filthy tavern now?

There was a wine table in the corner, and several of the drinkers on the table frowned again and again, looked at each other, and felt puzzled, these people were the low-level deacons of the Red River Trading Company, who had been to Kyoto with the caravan, and knew that Xuanyuan Po was not lying, but he didn't know why he had fallen to such a state now.

"After His Holiness the Pope left Kyoto, he never showed up again, for fear that he would be too busy to take care of himself, where would he have the spirit to care about him?"

"What about Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"After all, it's all old things from many years ago, where will the nobles remember it for so long, and...... I heard that Xuanyuan Po left Kyoto before the Tianshuling Change, and it is inferred from time that he should have left after seeing the momentum wrong, which is equivalent to running away, where can he still have the face to see Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

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The tavern owner watched the situation become more and more chaotic, and reprimanded Xuanyuan in a deep voice, driving him back to the back kitchen.

Xuanyuan Po didn't react, went to the door with a basin of dirty bowls, and continued to wash in silence.

Being teased and ridiculed, scolded as a waste, in the past three years, scenes like this have happened many times, and he has never paid attention to it, not because of numbness, nor because of his wooden character, but because he knows that he is not a waste, and he doesn't feel that it is sinking.

At the beginning, his right arm was abolished by Tian Hague, and he took the initiative to leave the Star Picking Academy, and went to wash dishes in the night market stall on Kyoto Street, and now he is just returning to his old business.

He remembered very well that Chen Changsheng said that it was a very glorious thing to earn money by labor, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

It wasn't because he left the National Religious Academy before the Tianshuling Change, so he didn't have the shame to go to see the old people of the National Religious Academy, such as His Royal Highness Luoluo.

When he left the National Education College, it only took seventeen days to run back to the White Emperor City from Kyoto, 80,000 miles of dust and soil, which directly made him emaciated and inhuman, and his burly body turned into a bamboo pole, of course, this is not an escape, he knew that Chen Changsheng was about to die, so he wanted to ask for help.

What he didn't expect was that even with the seal specially left for him by His Royal Highness Luoluo, he still couldn't enter the palace. In the early morning of the next day, he went to the hillside outside the White Emperor City to find Jin Yulu for help, but found that the manor of the demon clan general was actually surrounded by the guards in the palace and people, and there were still many eyeliners hidden in the mountains and forests.

Xuanyuan Po didn't have any choice, but fortunately, it didn't take long for him to hear the follow-up to the events in Kyoto.

The Holy Empress of Tianhai died, Chen Changsheng did not die, the National Religious Academy was still there, Chen Changsheng even became His Majesty the Pope, and then Chen Changsheng left Kyoto and was never heard from again.

For Xuanyuan Po, he can go back to the Kyoto National Education Academy, or he can go back to his own tribe, either way, it is a good choice.

But he chose to stay in White Emperor City.

Because it's clear that something is going on here.

He hasn't seen His Royal Highness Luoluo yet, and he hasn't seen Jin Yulu yet.

In this way, he lived silently in the White Emperor City for three years, and gradually became the object of ridicule and gradually forgotten.

But he never forgot what he was doing when he stayed here.

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In the middle of the night, the tavern was finally empty.

Xuanyuan Po ended his hard work, washed his body clean with cold water, changed into clean clothes, walked to Xiaojia Lane outside the back door of the palace, greeted the deacon of the vegetable store familiarly, and started another job - delivering food to the palace.

The palace is naturally heavily guarded, and food can only be delivered to the deacon's office outside the city, and it is impossible to enter the palace.

Xuanyuan Po didn't save too much money to buy those guards, and he wasn't clever enough to get into any nobles, so naturally he couldn't know the accurate news in the palace, but he could use stupid methods to achieve his goals, just like in the past two years.

There is a list of daily dishes in the chef's office, and he reads them carefully three times a day, and he has to record them again when he gets home.

He knew very well what His Highness Luoluo's favorite dishes were, and those dishes were often produced in the distant Terran world, and they were very eye-catching on the menu.

He remembered it so clearly because he was the logistics director of the Anglican Academy, and from the very beginning, he cooked the meals at the Anglican Academy.

Through those menus, he could confirm that His Royal Highness Luoluo was not in the palace, but he was okay and how he was feeling.

Yes, that's why he stayed in White Emperor City.

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As usual, Xuanyuan Po finished reading the menu and the number of dishes given, and confirmed that His Highness Luoluo was fine, and his brows furrowed.

In the depths of winter, the snow is the most crisp. The small half basket sent into the palace the day before yesterday was red in the snow, which was His Royal Highness Luoluo's favorite dish that year, whether it was stir-fried or souped, logically speaking, it should be added today, why didn't you see it?

His Highness Luoluo is in a bad mood, what happened?

Just when Xuanyuan Po was about to take the risk to inquire, the news quickly spread from the palace, and soon spread throughout the entire White Emperor City, I believe that it will not take long to spread throughout the entire continent, because it is obvious that this is the news deliberately released by a certain big man in the palace.

His Royal Highness Luoluo is getting married.

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(I'm going to write about my family's fall, and I'm a little nervous, so I'll just have a chapter today.) ）