There are always a lot of things that go wrong.

The Assassin Maiden would never know that the small wooden carving she used to miss her "boyfriend" was used by the Emperor as her sister's Mr. Horn.

The county lord of Qingli would never have thought that he just went to a hot spring in the middle of the night, and was treated as a little perverted lust by his sister.

Although both are indeed used to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Coincidentally, in Jingzhou Mansion, Qin Lang also had some harmless misunderstandings.

————————

"Zhuo Beibei! You return my Qin review! ”

"Cut... Your reputation isn't very good..."

"That's better than it is now!"

Qin Lang grabbed the manuscript booklet of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" with one hand, and crackled on it with the other:

"Say yes Changle Gong! What is it? How did it become a 'taste' of Legong! ”

"Oh, almost."

"One word difference, a world of difference!"

Chang Legong sounds a little chic, and when he says it's good, he is a little bohemian.

But what is "Taste Pleasure Gong"?

What to taste?

Happy what?

"Contentment and happiness" is more like a word, but "contentment and happiness" is definitely perverted.

Even if outsiders don't know the origin, the word "taste" alone is enough to make people think about it.

"I accidentally wrote a mistake to Wen Xue at that time."

“……”

"Besides, Taste Le Gong is not a fictional character, and it's not yourself, what are you anxious about."

……

This is all a trivial matter, for the sect master, the most important thing at the moment is that Qin Lang is still writing and painting in front of the table, and he actually doesn't go to bed to sleep with her, this is the most excessive thing.

……

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang."

Zhuo Beibei's eyes were confused for a while, and he patted the quilt with his little hand with a snort:

"It's time to turn off the lights, you come in."

"No, busy."

Taste Le Gong just taste Le Gong, maybe outsiders should not associate it too deeply, Qin Lang's main thing now is to prepare the second step of the revitalization plan of the Ning Xiang Pavilion with his left hand.

A transfer to the building, a "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and a half-summer girl are just the first step.

In the second step, Qin Lang needs to create a "platform" or "environment" to replicate this model more conveniently.

Dangdangdang –

"Who?"

In the middle of the night, someone actually knocked on the door, Qin Lang frowned slightly, and Zhuo Beibei also frowned slightly.

Squeak –

"Qin Lang~"

Pushing the door in, it was Nan Lingyue, the goddess of the Tianhe Sect, Qin Lang's brows stretched, and Zhuo Beibei's brows furrowed a little deeper.

But it was only subconsciously, Zhuo Beibei regarded this apprentice as a daughter after all, and he was relieved in an instant, shrinking into the quilt and looking at the two of them silently.

"I guess you haven't slept yet, oh, I brought you supper."

Nan Lingyue put a bowl of noodles on the table, just put down his front foot, gasped with his back foot, and shook his two hands.

"Huh... Hiss..."

"It's hot, isn't it?"

Qin Lang was a little funny, so he naturally took her hand, held his finger in his palm and blew it twice:

"You don't have any experience in doing this kind of thing, so at least take a towel and wrap it in a tray."

"I didn't feel hot when I first started serving it... Then it got hotter and hotter..."

Nan Lingyue muttered, feeling his slightly rough big hands wrapping his tender little hands, his fingertips were not hot, but his face and heart were a little hot.

"This kind of thing just can't let Xuan'er come."

"Oh, aren't you worried that Xuan'er will be hot too?"

"Isn't she always serving you, experienced, not clumsy."

"Hmph, is this girl clumsy?"

Nan Ling was more and more unconvinced, and by the way, taking advantage of the stubble, before the flush on his face became more and more obvious, he pulled his hands out of Qin Lang's palms, and opened his five fingers for a while:

"Look~It's flexible~"

“……”

"What an expression, oh, and feet, my feet are also very flexible~"

"Ahem..."

Qin Lang's heart moved inexplicably, and he coughed a little uncomfortably:

"It's really fake..."

"Of course it's true, I learned from the master about external skills, and what we are best at is leg and foot methods, such as "Soul Step", "Bone Cotton Legs" or something, don't believe me, I'll show you a few tricks..."

Nan Lingyue sat down at the table and was about to take off his embroidered shoes, when he suddenly heard a light cough from the head of the bed.

"Ahem...!"

“？”

Nan Lingyue was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly:

"Oh, Master, you haven't slept yet, have you?"

"Qin Lang doesn't sleep, how can he sleep in this seat."

"It's also huh."

……

The light in the room was like a bean, the warm yellow light swayed gently, Qin Lang felt the sight of someone nailed behind him, and he was a little weak, in short, eat noodles first.

The noodles are plain noodles, with a yellowed soft-boiled egg, that is, Yangchun noodles, Qin Lang tasted it, and there was actually a delicious taste other than green onions and soy sauce.

"Cooked in chicken broth?"

"Ahh

Nan Lingyue's eyes blinked:

"You have such a strong tongue?"

"It's better than ordinary people."

After living in Tianshan for 20 years, the senior sister raised Qin Lang a few years ago, and Qin Lang raised the senior sister for more than ten years, and now she can be regarded as half a professional cook, and her tongue is naturally stronger than ordinary people.

But it's a coincidence, Qin Lang has a powerful tongue, Nan Lingyue has a pair of flexible feet, isn't it also a kind of fate in the dark...?

……

Of course, this somewhat boring idea only flashed in Qin Lang's mind, and then he didn't dare to think about it anymore, otherwise he would really become a "taste of music".

……

Qin Lang ate two chopsticks and stopped to look at Nan Lingyue:

"You did it?"

"Of course!"

Nan Lingyue's double ponytail shook proudly:

"The cooks are busy, I found a small stove to make it myself, is it okay?"

"Yes, if you put a spoonful of lard, it will be even more amazing, this Yangchun noodles, you have to have some lard."

Nan Lingyue tilted his head:

"You know how to cook?"

"I understand a little."

"Oh..."

Nan Lingyue suddenly remembered Qin Lang's small house in Qingniugang, when the county lord of Qingli was with him, he should cook for the county lord every day...

"Qin Lang, will you show your hands another day?"

"No problem."

This is not a problem, Qin Lang readily agreed:

"If you like it, I'll give it to you every day."

"Really?"

Nan Lingyue was overjoyed, but then shook his head again:

"Forget it, it's hard work for you to give advice to the Ning Xiang Pavilion, and I can't help much, so I'll give you food every day in the future."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Qin Lang had long regarded Nan Lingyue as a friend, and there was no extra politeness, so he smiled:

"When we are free, we will give each other food every once in a while, which can be regarded as learning skills."

"Hmm..."

Nan Lingyue pondered for a moment, and while watching Qin Lang eat noodles, his tone also stabilized:

"Qin Lang, thank you."

"Huh?"

Qin Lang raised his eyes:

"Is it because of the matter of the Incense Pavilion?"

"Including, all the things that have happened since I met you, such as saving Xuan'er and standing up for me, thank you."

"Why are you so polite, you and Xuan'er saved me twice, what is my repayment."

"Alas... The main thing is that when I see you so powerful, sometimes I think, what would I do without you one day..."

When Qin Lang heard this, he understood that the young saint was worried about her ability to manage the sect in the future.

——————

(End of chapter)