"The princess's punch just now has a focused expression, containing the power of the bone fascia, and it is fierce and clumsy, and it has reached the level of a third-rate martial artist."

"I, I'm also a third-rate martial artist?" Wan Yanjing was a little incredulous.

After practicing martial arts for a year, Wan Yanjing also has an understanding of the level of today's martial arts.

Martial artists, innate martial artists, grandmasters, great grandmasters, and the great grandmasters have heard that there is still a realm of free travel, but they have not heard of the strong people of the free mirror for hundreds of years.

Martial artists are divided into third-rate martial artists, second-rate martial artists, and first-class martial artists.

Third-rate and second-rate martial artists are ordinary, first-class martial artists are well-known masters in the rivers and lakes, and most of the head elders of the various major sects are innate martial artists who contain gods inside.

The grandmaster has stepped into the mirror of the gods, and his lifespan can reach two or three hundred years old, and most of them are old monsters who have entered the world.

As for the great masters of the transcendent realm, each of them is a legend, and there are only four great masters in the whole world.

The life span of a great grandmaster is immeasurable, this realm is extremely terrifying, and a great grandmaster can withstand thousands of armies.

Fortunately, there seems to be a consensus among the great masters, and they have gone into hiding and are not in the world.

Wan Yan Jing's father was beside him, and there was a guard close to the grandmaster level.

And that guard was slashed by Huo Xiang with a sword at the head of Dajin's city.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Huo Xiang is the fifth great master, he can reach thousands of troops and horses alone, and one sword can break the hundred-year battle array.

Now Huo Xiang is seriously injured and dying on the battlefield, and the rumors are self-defeating.

Grand Master, how could he be defeated in a mortal battle.

However, even if Huo Xiang is not a great grandmaster, he is also a genuine powerhouse who sits in the mirror and is a rare martial arts wizard for thousands of years.

He is fourteen years old, and he is the youngest innate martial artist in history, you must know that many martial artists may only reach the threshold of third-rate or second-rate martial artists in their lifetime.

A grandmaster who has been standing for a year has broken an unprecedented record.

The star slipped down, which is really embarrassing.

No matter how powerful Huo Xiang was at the beginning, he is now paralyzed unconscious on the bed.

On the other hand, after Yan Jing, although she only started practicing martial arts in her twenties, she was able to reach the level of a third-rate martial artist in only one year, which is not far behind, which is really gratifying and worth celebrating.

Outside Lin'an Hall, Wan Yanjing ordered a ten-grid cauldron to be placed in the kitchen, fresh mutton slices were as thin as cicada wings, and all kinds of meat and fresh vegetables were placed on a full table.

The aroma of hot pot fills the entire Lin'an Hall, including spicy pork bone soup, rich tomato soup, matsutake mushroom soup, and milky white fish bone soup that has been simmered for several days.

Wan Yanjing loves sweetness, and her favorite is this tomato soup base. Tomato is a dish that came from the Western Regions in the previous dynasty, but the real popularity of tomato hot pot is still in recent years, and many people have begun to feel curious, what is there to do about hot pot sweet and sour?

Even if the first one to eat like this was Huo Xiang, the king of Wuxuan of Great Qin, there were not many people who followed the trend.

It turns out that the powerful King Wu Xuan is really powerful in all aspects, even if he eats a hot pot, he can eat tricks, those who despised tomato hot pot at the beginning quickly changed their minds soon after, don't ask, ask is really fragrant.

"Eat, eat as much as you like today, Steward Zhang, let's go, you're welcome." Wan Yan Jing took the lead in picking a chopstick yellow throat, the soft flesh was buried in the thick fragrance of the tomato, but in a few seconds, you can eat it, the sweet and sour taste mixed with the slightly tough taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, Wan Yan Jing closed her eyes in enjoyment.

Yang Sangu drank a cup of peach blossom brew from the palace, the entrance was soft, thick and pleasant, and the root of the tongue was a little spicy, and an ethereal breath entered the stomach from the throat and then rushed to the top of the eyebrows and forehead, and then opened her eyes only to feel that the Lingtai was clear, and her eyesight seemed to be better, so she couldn't help but blurt out a praise: "Good wine!" ”

Gan Tang also took a sip, and she was a little drunk after just one sip, and she smiled leisurely: "This is made by our prince himself, hidden in the cellar behind Lin'an Hall, but it has been looking for a long time." ”

Steward Zhang's face was red with anger, the prince brewed so many jars, and used a lot of precious medicinal materials, he was simply a bandit, how could the princess take advantage of his inattention to get the prince's wine, and how could he explain to the prince when the prince woke up.

It's so annoying, you have to drink two more glasses, the prince is not there, he has to drink it back for the prince.

Steward Zhang drank several cups in a row, and this small cup was only a mouthful, which was not enjoyable enough, so he asked Huo Qiu to take another big bowl: "Quick, fill it for me!" ”

Yushi and her husband and wife love spicy, and they are spicy with pork bones, and the ingredients are in full swing on the dipping sauce full of spicy seeds.

In addition, there is a meal partner that Wan Yanjing made in Beijing, and Zhu Lingzhu, the young lady of the Marquis of Longyang, was present.

Zhu Lingzhu is one year younger than Wan Yanjing, with big eyes and melon seed face, and her appearance is bright and beautiful, and she keeps telling her about the recent gossip in the Beijing circle while eating.

"Hey, you weren't there at the time, you didn't see Tang Xiu'er's stupid villain, hey, the concubine in her family who just carried the third room, how can she still be in the mood?"

Wan Yan Jing put in a plate of oyster mushrooms, and stirred the chopsticks in the soup base: "Last time, I slapped her with an unclean mouth, but I don't have a long memory." ”

"Who said it wasn't, and the Huang family, someone said," Zhu Lingzhu lowered her voice, "saying that she had symptoms of bad joy." ”

Wan Yanjing was very keen on this kind of anecdote, and her eyes lit up when she heard this.

Huang Yibin, the imperial historian, was originally a five-rank official of Dajin in the previous dynasty, and later took refuge in the Qin army, and now he has a real official position in Shangjing with his dragon skills.

Huang Shaolan, the daughter of the Huang family, was married twice, and each time her husband died mysteriously within a year of marriage.

Huang Shaolan lived at home after being widowed twice, and I heard that the Huang family had some contact with the Guo family of Zuo Xiang recently, and they were looking at Guo Xiang's concubine.

Huang Yibin obviously wants to take the big boat of Zuo Xiang, if the news is true, at this sensitive time, who does Huang Shaolan have a head and tail with? Could it be the Guo family's concubine?

Chatting while eating, lively and lively.

A banquet is only over in the middle of the month, and the little marquis of the Marquis of Longyang Mansion is waiting at the door to pick up his daughter-in-law. After Yan Jing sent Zhu Lingzhu and Yang Sangu away, she returned to Lin'an Hall.

Steward Zhang was drunk and was carried to the side room. Gan Tang and Yushi were also very drunk, and they were each carried back to the room to rest.

The second-class maid Dongxue brought a bowl of decanting soup and waited obediently and skillfully.

Dongxue is fifteen or sixteen years old, and her round face is still a little baby fat.

"The water over there in the bamboo garden has been prepared, the princess can drink some decanting soup here before going back."

Wan Yanjing didn't take the sobering soup, she only drank a small glass of wine, and she was very conscious at this time, not a little drunk.

"I heard that Wang Xiaolan has already left Kyoto to take office?"

Dongxue didn't know why, I don't know why the princess suddenly asked about this, but she still nodded and said, "Yes, the imperial tomb is in a hurry, and Miss Wang will go out of the city in the afternoon." ”

Wan Yanjing glanced at her, and said while undressing: "If I don't go back to Zhuyuan tonight, I will sleep in Lin'an Hall." ”

"Yes." Dongxue reacted to what Yan Jing said after she was finished, and was surprised, "Huh?" "Yes.

"Isn't there a hot spring behind Lin'an Hall? There is no need to refill the water. I don't have the habit of being served, so you can go down with clean clothes. ”

"Yes!" Although Dongxue was surprised that the princess wanted to rest here, she didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly went back to the bamboo garden to find clean clothes for the princess.

The hot spring is in the rockery behind the Lin'an Hall, and you will arrive at the place by going down more than 20 steps along the cave.

The whole hot spring pool is polished with jade, which just neutralizes the heat of the hot spring.

Wanyan Jing had been thinking about this pool for a long time, so she took a comfortable bath and changed into new clothes. Back in Lin'an Hall, she took off her coat and went into the inner room to throw her clothes on the chair next to the big bed in the tree hole.

Huo Xiang's eyes were closed, and he lay on it unconsciously.

It was taken care of cleanly, there was no unpleasant smell of blood, and the clothes were newly changed by Steward Zhang.

Wan Yanjing nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to push Huo Xiang, intending to push him inside, so that she could sleep outside.

This push did not push.

Wan Yanjing let out a "huh" and pushed him with both hands, but Huo Xiang still didn't move.

Thinking of the heavily armored carriage pulled by the eight divine horses that Huo Xiang was sitting on when he came back, Wan Yanjing frowned and tried to lift Huo Xiang's hand.

It took all the strength of her body to barely lift a short distance.

"Bang", Huo Xiang's hand smashed back into the bed, making a dull sound.

The corners of Wan Yanjing's mouth twitched, muttering, "Why is it so heavy." ”

couldn't push Huo Xiang in, she could only step over Huo Xiang and go in to sleep, fortunately, the bed space was very large, and three or four people would not be crowded when they rolled on it, she slept with hers, he went to his, and the two did not hinder.

The bed was as soft as she imagined, and Wan Yanjing soon felt sleepy, but she forced her eyes to open her eyes, and took out the snake-shaped dagger she had hidden under the bedding and held it in her arms.

She was very unsure, but she was really sleepy.

propped his elbows on the bed, and half of his body looked at Huo Xiang lying beside him.

The man's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless. But it's still handsome, full of weight, and very secure.

Wan Yanjing squinted at him for a while, and said casually: "You can smell it in the house, how does the hot pot taste, isn't it fragrant?" ”

"Gluttony?"