Chapter Twenty-Nine: Making Poetry for Food

"Your Highness, you can just pull out the dragon scales, how can you take out the dragon pill that you have cultivated for five hundred years, and what will you do with the heavenly thunder that you will endure at that time? You must know that it is tens of thousands of times more dangerous than this blood and tears. "The film is a little anxious but helpless, once this dragon pill is taken out, there is naturally no reason to take it back. This infatuated His Royal Highness is really a little scary, and Katafu would rather he be the indifferent Yebai who had no interest in women before. You must know that this is a dragon pill that can only be cultivated once in five hundred years, and not every five hundred years can be refined into a dragon pill, the spiritual power must be equivalent, the time must be comparable, and even the strength of each exercise cannot fluctuate too much, otherwise it will cause the cultivation of the dragon pill to fail.

And why is Katafeng so nervous about his dragon pill, it is because when he inherits the throne of the Emperor of Heaven in the future, he must bear three heavenly thunders, you must know that the dragon pills gathered by the previous Heavenly Emperor have been practiced for two thousand years, just like that, after accepting the heavenly thunder, he was stunned to retreat and recuperate for more than a month before slowly recovering.

Looking at the current approach of the Emperor of Heaven, I am afraid that after a thousand years, Yebai will be allowed to inherit the throne, which makes him not worried. If after a thousand years, without the Dragon Pill Protector, he didn't dare to imagine what serious consequences would be.

And the most worrying thing is that this time His Royal Highness took Long Dan for him, so what about next time.

Of course, Yebai also understood Katafeng's concerns, "This time the situation is urgent, it's not like you haven't seen it, Qiqi's blood and tears are too scary, how can I let her fall into such a dangerous situation in the future." ”

"But Your Highness, you also said that this can only ensure that she will not shed blood and tears for a hundred years, so what about a hundred years later?" Katafeng really couldn't understand whether it was worth exchanging the Dragon Pill that took five hundred or even thousands of years to successfully cultivate for a hundred years of temporary stability? He was responsible for the stability and peace of the Heavenly Court, the Human World, and even the entire Six Realms.

"But I can't let Qiqi be in danger at any time now because I'm worried about the danger that will happen in the future, right?" Yebai knew that Katafu was also worried about himself, so he comforted again: "But don't worry, when the time comes, I will definitely find a cure for blood and tears." ”

Katafu knew that he couldn't persuade Yebai, and he understood it from the beginning.

If there is a person who advises him now, think more about himself, and don't work hard for Yebai, he can't do it either.

This is especially true of the relationship between brothers and servants, not to mention the other half who loves each other.

"Well, I can't persuade you. I only hope that in the future, you will not patronize Qiqi and do something to hurt yourself. Although she is your beloved, your only one, but also, you are the hope of all of us. ”

After Katafu finished saying this, he suddenly found that this persuasion was also pale and weak, so he said "That's it", and shook his head helplessly to go out.

"Katafeng. Yebai stopped Katafu, who had walked to the door, and said, "Don't let them know." ”

"Got it. Katafu didn't look back, raised his right hand and waved, and walked out.

In the mortal world, summer has quietly drawn the curtain, and autumn is slowly beginning to come. The grass is no longer as green and flourishing as it is in midsummer, and is gradually beginning to turn yellow and wither. Occasionally, there are three or two dead leaves in front of the courtyard, which slowly wither away from the trees as the breeze rises. In the brown soil next to the trail, a few chrysanthemums are already budding.

And what really makes people feel that autumn has come is the fragrant golden cinnamon that fills the courtyard.

Look at the tiny golden petals, looming in the green leaves of the branches. There is no ostentatious appearance, but with a unique aroma and the introduction of a breeze, it attracts everyone's attention.

August cinnamon has been fragrant,

A distant wanderer misses his hometown.

The soul dreams of the Mid-Autumn Festival,

Spend the bright moon together.

Osmanthus is one of the most representative flowers in autumn, and osmanthus blooms in August, so August is also called Guiyue, which is a season of full moon reunion. Whether it is a family member who is together or a wanderer who is far away, they are all on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, sharing the bright moon and missing their families. The moon rises in the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Send the acacia to the bright moon, and the bright moon should know that I am acacia.

The osmanthus has been fragrant, and there are still four days away from the Mid-Autumn Festival that everyone is looking forward to.

"Wow, so much delicious!" As soon as he left the room, he was first attracted by the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and when he saw the big table of food in the courtyard, he instantly felt that the osmanthus was not fragrant. Gastronomy at the moment, how can you fall in love with anything else. With English chewing Hua, the teeth are fragrant with flowers, and it is not as practical as the roast suckling pig. You can see that it has a layer of secret sauce on its golden crispy skin, and you can't help but swallow when you look at it.

Look at the bowl of braised pork, it is made of good pork belly, and the sauce is only cut into the golden skin before it comes out of the pot, and the sauce is also boiled with green onion and ginger, sugar, Shao wine, star anise tangerine peel, etc. until the juice is collected. From afar, there is a smell of halogen into the nose, which makes people salivate.

"You are a big man, wow, come on, ladies first, Sister Ruochu, Sister Yinzhu, tell me which dishes you like?" Yun Manqing gently pushed the piece of wind that wanted to pounce on the edge of the big round table, and greeted Ruochu and Yinzhu, who were still sitting under the osmanthus tree and chatting.

It was like looking at the wind with shiny eyes for the first time, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh.

"What are you laughing at, come over quickly, you can't eat this table of dishes, can you stand it?" Katafu beckoned to a few people who were sitting far away from the dining table.

In order to let everyone speak without revealing their stuff and not let others know their identities, Yun Manqing specially arranged some things to take Yun Yi away. When Yun Yi left, he still looked helpless, he had been busy for a long time, and it turned out that this table of food did not have his share!

Yun Manqing looked at his pitiful appearance, and also felt that he had crossed the river and demolished the bridge, after all, people had worked hard for most of the day. So he was kind enough to pick a big crispy fried chicken leg and gave it to him. The latter's chicken leg was in hand, and his face finally looked good. However, I was still a little unhappy in my heart, why did the county lord who had followed him since he was a child break him up? Why did the fallen leaves of the two side halls behind this hall have to be cleaned at this time? Also, he was the personal secret guard of the dignified county lord, when did he fall to sweep the fallen leaves? His heart was hurt by 10,000 points, and it was definitely not a chicken leg that could make up for it.

And Yun Manqing didn't have the time to pay attention to Yun Yi's careful thoughts, and at this time, she was beckoning everyone to come and taste the food.

"This one looks pretty good. It was like pointing to the steamed eight-treasure fish in the pale green jade jade plate. Then he pondered

After a while, he had a flash of inspiration and suggested, "Why don't we play a game?"

"What game?" was clearly intrigued by the suggestion.

"Wait a minute, our son hasn't come out yet. ”

As Katafu was saying this, Yebai happened to be holding a maroon cotton wool cushion, walked out of the room, and walked towards their group.

"Alright, everyone, let's talk about your game. Ziyan was a little impatient to urge like the beginning.

"In fact, it is very simple, that is, everyone has to write a poem before they can move chopsticks. As if she was just talking, Yebai pulled her to her feet and put the cushion in her hand on the stone bench where she was sitting.

"You don't need quality for this, haha... "Katafeng has always been not good at these elegant things, just eat, and there are so many flowery intestines.

This is not required, but the first word of the latter person's poem should be the same as the previous one's, which is the solitaire as people say. "It's like thinking about a game for the first time, you can't take it too seriously, and you can't have no rules at all.

"Alright, I'll do it first. As if the first sentence had just fallen, the film raised his hand to compose a poem, knowing that the first one is not limited by the opening sentence, and others have to follow him, which sounds like a good feeling. So, frowning at the fish on the plate, he spoke,

"The fish lies in the jade room,

Let me taste first.

Two bites to the stomach,

It tastes so fresh. ”

When he said the last sentence, he picked up a piece of tender fish meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth and ate it intoxicated.

"Wow, it's so delicious!"

The poem is straightforward, but it is appropriate for the occasion, the eight treasure fish, the jade plate, and the fresh appearance of Nazan, try the taste by yourself, which is quite brilliant.

Following the film, Ziyan looked like she was also ready to move, and opened her mouth casually:

"Freshly clothed angry horse boy,

Full of martial arts, it's really strong.

Holding Jin Ge's feet in the wind,

The sword eyebrows and starry eyes are like frost. ”

"How is it?" Ziyan after finishing the poem was also full of pride on his face, raised his chopsticks and poked the back leg of the crispy suckling pig, tore up a large piece of meat, and chewed happily.

Everyone nodded approvingly, as if they saw a young man with a high spirit, heroic posture, and the appearance of riding a horse, with precise words and a clear image.

"Miss, you also hurry up and make a song, let's make a chicken leg. Yinzhu watched the two of them eat deliciously, and the one in her heart was envious, jealous and hateful.

"Well, as you wish, you little glutton. Looking at her shining eyes, she said helplessly. There is really what kind of master there is, what kind of maid there is.

She pondered for a moment, and then a good sentence came out of her mouth:

"Frost, snow, and rain hit the windowsill,

The sun and the moon shine brightly.

Good fate and good couples are always there,

Bitter and sweet, flowers bloom spontaneously. ”

"Wow, it's good, chicken legs and chicken legs!" Yinzhu doesn't care about poetry and articles, the food is current, what do you want those literary things to do, eat first as respect!

"What's happy, it's not your chicken legs, I want to eat it, make my own poems and talk about it!"

Yinzhu had no choice but to pat her head angrily and think about the annoying poem.

After reading it, it is like the first time to look at the white of the night, the eyes are irrepressible tenderness like water, since you can't control tomorrow and the future, then live happily in the present, cherish the talent in front of you is the most important. Yebai held her hand, rubbed her fingertips gently, raised her eyes and looked at her gently, when the moon was bright in the sky, the tooth-white moonlight shone on her body sprinkled, hazy, it looked particularly smart and beautiful, it was unbearable to take your eyes off.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. I have made a promise to you in my heart today, and he will be with you forever in three lifetimes.