"I ate pickles and rolled tofu ~ Emperor Lao Tzu is not as good as me ~"

“……”

When Qin Langle hummed this little song, he saw that the face of "Su Yinhua" was a little stiff, and he only thought that the other party's nobles were forgetful and still reminiscing, so he sighed and skimmed Gu Jin:

"Alas, Sumire, have you seen it, the silver bottle has forgotten the happiness of our original Qingniugang..."

When the girl heard this, her face instantly stiffened:

"What... What a pleasure, Qin Lang you... Did you drink too much..."

“？”

What is this called? Qin Lang frowned and looked at the girl, she was really a little disappointed now:

"Won't you, Sumire, you forgot about it?"

“……”

"When I was in a small dilapidated house, when it was cold, I stewed a pot of pickled vegetables and tofu, and sang while eating, how leisurely."

"Who sings such a rebellious thing, Qin Langling, don't talk nonsense... You're mistaken..."

"Ah yes, you don't, just hum."

"You! … You remember wrong! ”

Gu Jin was already giving Qin Lang a look with all her might, but Su Yupan's gaze was already lightly locked on herself, Gu Jin's eyes couldn't show any tricks, and in the end she could only forcibly snatch Qin Lang's words as if she was out of the way:

"Good! Even if it's sung, then... That's what I sang when I was drunk at the time, didn't you and Madame..."

"Huh?"

Qin Lang was stunned, is there such a thing?

This... Doesn't it match his memory at all?

At the beginning, he should have been the only one who hummed twice, and then Su Yinhua and Gu Jin reminded him not to talk nonsense?

"Sumire, that day... Drunk? ”

"Hmm... Well. ”

"Impossible!"

Qin Lang shook his head decisively:

"You pour it when you dip it, how can I not remember when I drank the wine."

"Oops, you... Anyway, just stop talking nonsense! ”

Although Gu Jin's complexion did not change strongly, it could be seen from the trembling eyes that she was about to cry in her heart.

……

This big idiot!

It's so immortal, what are you doing with this!

What "Emperor Lao Tzu is inferior to me"... Isn't that what you mean by inscribed a poem on the face of the saint?

……

"Qin Lang."

Here, Su Yupan's gloomy face also forcibly recovered a little, and he looked directly at Qin Lang:

"Where did you learn this little song?"

"No one teaches, no teacher learns by himself."

"Huh-"

Su Yupan slowly supported his cheeks with both hands, and under the slight light of his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up with a hint of smiling and unsmiling arc:

"You should say you're a genius... Or are you daring..."

"Pss

Faced with the different reactions of the three people, Zhuo Beibei finally slapped the table and shook his calves and laughed, looking excited to eat melons, hoping that the world would be in chaos, and put his little hand on Qin Lang's shoulder:

"Stinky boy, you sing this song very well, hmm~ What did the Monkey King say, the emperor takes turns, come to my house next year, the strong should let me be respected, the hero dares to be the first, you really have the courage, this seat can support you, and beat the empress's ass on the dragon chair~"

Syllable!

"Bold!"

Su Yupan didn't hold back, slapped the table with his jade hand, and drank lightly:

"Three... Sect Master Zhuo, this county lord is still here, you don't have to keep your mouth shut! ”

"Cut~ Are you useful?"

Zhuo Beibei teased:

"You are the county lord, not the empress herself, what are you anxious about?"

"You! …”

"Besides, it's Qin Lang who wants to press the empress on the dragon chair and spank her, and it's not this seat, why are you looking for this seat... Eh, it hurts, it hurts—"

At this time, Qin Lang's face was dark, and he grabbed her little face and refused to let go.

God pressed the empress on the dragon chair and spanked her...

When did I say that? It's all this thing, and one person is talking wildly there!

Including what kind of emperor takes turns to sit and other disrespectful words, when did he Qin Lang have this meaning?

Didn't you just talk about a pickle and tofu roll? Why is it that in this mouth, he is suddenly about to become a usurper thief?

Of course, Qin Lang admits that this little song itself sounds a bit rebellious to outsiders...

It's no wonder that the "Su Silver Bottle" slapped the table.

"What's that, don't be angry, Beibei will come as soon as he opens his mouth, talking nonsense."

“……”

"Spanking your sister's ass or something... How dare I have that mind? ”

“……”

You don't have the mind... You've already put it into action!

Su Yu sneered in his heart, laughing and laughing, he was ashamed, and he was a little powerless if he was ashamed.

Because as Zhuo Beibei mentioned, she, the empress, was even beaten by Qin Lang on the ass, not only the butt, but also many more places, all of which have been...

All in all, Qin Lang doesn't know how many rebellious things he has done, what is a small song now?

As a result, such a sense of powerlessness made Su Yupan's anger subconsciously emanating when he first heard the "reflex" quickly weaken all of a sudden, and finally simply disappeared.

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"Serve ——!"

At this time, the finished pickled tofu pot was served, and the gurgling heat and fragrance in the casserole made several people on the table not pay much attention to what happened just now for a while, and quickly each took a small spoonful of trembling tender tofu.

Not to mention, the mellow and hot taste after the entrance made Her Majesty the Empress, who had never eaten pickled vegetables and tofu before, widen her eyes suddenly.

……

To be reasonable, this delicacy made from ordinary pickles and tofu alone, Su Yupan has really never eaten it in the palace.

Tut...

In this way, I am really inferior to him...

……

"Qin Lang, I still want to eat."

"Open your mouth."

"Ahh

As we all know, the sect master opens his mouth for food, and under Qin Lang's careful feeding, every time he eats, his eyes squint comfortably like a kitten, and his two slender calves also kick leisurely under his skirt, so he doesn't enjoy it.

“？”

However, when Qin Lang picked up the spoon again and handed it to her mouth, Zhuo Beibei's movements suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, she tilted her head slightly, and found that Su Yupan's movements had also stopped.

“……”

“……”

The two of them looked at each other silently, and after just two breaths, they seemed to have reached a consensus with their eyes, and continued to eat when nothing happened.

……

In fact, at this time, except for the two of them, no one in the entire Lion Tower, including Qin Lang and Gu Jin, found that there was almost an extremely extraordinary aura in each of the four directions of east, west, south and north, and was quietly locking the Lion Tower.

……

"I mean, there's a mistake in the information..."

"Doesn't it mean that this Qin Shaoxia's internal strength is unfathomable, and all the people who were following him at that time were disturbed and lost? Aren't we following well now? ”

"That kind of thing doesn't have to be deep internal strength, but it may also be a strange exercise."

"Also, listen to Elder Hong, he will know the martial arts of the old six factions..."

"Leave that alone, now what? Shall we come forward directly? ”

"Hey, don't, the prefect said 'please', then at least when he finishes eating, it's not too late for us to bother again."

(End of chapter)