Si Tianyi, that is, Si Nannan's father, raised his head when he heard the sound and wiped a handful of oil on his mouth:

"Your Majesty, life outside the Saiwai is hard, and the ministers are hungry and thin!"

Emperor Nanyuan approached, looked at the horizontal meat on his face, and then looked at the dozen or so empty plates piled up on the table, and was speechless for a while.

Si Tianyi held the chicken leg in his mouth and moved his ass closer to him:

"How? Is there any movement outside? ”

Emperor Nanyuan's face slowly became solemn.

He imprisoned Si Tianyi, claiming that Si Tianyi was a traitor, and wanted to lower the vigilance of the traitor and make the real collaborator and traitor surface.

Nanyuan is now in chaos, a hundred ghosts are walking at night, some people are mixed in, some people are plotting against him, he has long wanted to reshuffle the cards.

But it's only been one day, what's the hurry?

After the storm, all the ghosts will come to the surface.

"I heard from the shadow guard that your daughter tossed my cub a lot." Emperor Nanyuan sat down, and when he talked about this, he was really interested.

Rubbing his chin and squinting thoughtfully:

"Worrying about this child, this child has been arrogant since he was a child, if Nannan can cure him, our Si Feng family can be said to be close to each other."

Si Tianyi's proud crossed waist.

In the three hundred years of the General's Mansion, he has only given birth to such a girl, and she is still such an excellent baby, but it is terrible for him!

Wait a minute!

"Don't be narcissistic, who kissed you?"

"What did you say?"

Emperor Nanyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously and made a gesture of pulling his belt, "Do you want me to help you recall......

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War King's Mansion.

Feng Zhiwu came back from the next court, except for everyone in the house who was afraid of ghosts, there was no other movement, Si Nannan became obedient?

"Lord, breakfast has been prepared."

The butler bent down respectfully, the maid brought water to the king of war to clean his hands, another maid dried him, and finally, the servant of the kitchen came in with a tray of fish and placed the dishes on the table.

The butler waits and lifts the lid of the first course.

"Lord Wang, this is the roast chick prepared by the kitchen today......"

Before he finished speaking, he came to an abrupt end.

His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw a gnawed chicken butt on the plate, and a coriander flower was inserted on the chicken butt.

Feng Zhiwu frowned.

The housekeeper was shocked in his heart, "Lord Wang, it must be that the people in the kitchen are lazy and sent the wrong ones, and the old slave will go back to punish them!" ”

Quickly close the lid, move the dish aside, and open the second course:

"This is the famous colorful beef tenderloin ...... in the south of the Yangtze River"

Eyes widened.

On the plate, why is there only celery and peppers left?

What about beef?

The third course, Hongzi chicken shredded cucumber, only cucumbers are left on the plate.

In the fourth course, the golden leg roasted round fish, only a complete fish skeleton was left, and all the fish meat was emptied.

Fifth course......

When he uncovered the back, the housekeeper wanted to die, and his hands shook like Parkinson's, and in the end he didn't dare to lift the lid, and the expression on his face was even more ugly than crying.

Firmament!

O earth!

I'm going to die, I'm going to die!

Feng Zhiwu looked at the leftover scraps on the table, the corners of his mouth pulled a grim smile like a cold winter wax moon, grabbed the sword and went straight to the kitchen.

Now, it's useless for the housekeeper to stop him, don't even try to stop him when the king of heaven comes!

Kick open the kitchen door.

I saw the chubby radish head hiding in the basket, and while the cook was not paying attention, he quickly stole the things on the table, got it and quickly got back into the basket, and after eating, he stretched out his hand to get it.

"Lord ......"

The people in the kitchen were about to salute, but Feng Zhiwu glanced at him and all of them retreated.

He carried his sword and walked to the basket.

Soon, a greasy little fat hand reached out again, touched the table, left and right, but touched nothing.

"Huh?"

Why is there nothing to eat?

The little hands clicked and touched around, and soon, they touched a hot, somewhat hard oversized chicken paw.

Her eyes lit up, and she was about to take it into the basket and eat it.

But I can take, grasp, grasp, and use all my strength to feed, but I can't move the big chicken feet.