"No!

The sky was bright, Song Ling woke up, and in his sleep, it was all the scenes of Song Ling's previous life fighting on the battlefield, and the soldiers were killed alive in front of his eyes, scene by scene, drenched in blood, and Song Ling felt a pain in his heart.

"Song Ling, what's wrong with you, are you having a nightmare?" Chu Linyuan's voice came from outside the door, Chu Linyuan was about to push the door in, and suddenly thought of what Hua said, Chu Linyuan still held back his emotions.

"It's fine. Song Ling opened his mouth and said, Song Ling felt a little strange that Chu Linyuan was outside, could it be that Chu Linyuan had been staying outside, it should be impossible, right?

Staying outside this night, the dew was so heavy, how could Chu Linyuan be so stupid?

"Then can I come in?" Chu Linyuan's voice came from the door again, Song Ling heard this, and there was even more difference, when did Chu Linyuan become so obedient?

I also took the initiative to ask if I could come in?

You must know Chu Linyuan in the past, but he rushed in directly without saying a word, and now Chu Linyuan makes Song Ling feel a little strange.

"Song Ling?" Chu Linyuan spoke again, his tone full of worry.

Song Ling had no choice but to get up and open the door, looked at Chu Linyuan and said, "Lord Wang, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." ”

"That's good, do you want to eat together, this king just went to cook some porridge, can you taste it?" Chu Linyuan said again.

When Song Ling heard this, he was even more puzzled, Chu Linyuan actually cooked porridge?

Isn't that a joke?

The dignified Lord of Chu Night, who actually knows how to cook?

Chu Linyuan looked at Song Ling with a surprised expression, then took out the meal box behind him, walked directly into the room, and put the meal box on the table: "This is cooked by this king, I don't know how it tastes, so you can try it yourself." ”

Chu Linyuan said as he took out the millet porridge in the meal box, which not only contained green vegetables, but also a lot of pork ribs, which looked like it should be green vegetable pork rib porridge.

Chu Linyuan looked at Song Ling with expectant eyes, Song Ling was a little embarrassed to look at, so he had to try to take a sip, only one sip, Song Ling almost squirted.

Don't you need money for the salt in the Night King's Mansion?

"What's wrong, isn't it delicious?" Chu Linyuan's eyes full of anticipation instantly became ugly, and he immediately asked, and then took the spoon used by Song Ling, and just after taking a bite, Chu Linyuan squirted out in an instant.

"It's so salty!" Chu Linyuan hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Song Ling, and after Song Ling rinsed his mouth, Chu Linyuan took a sip.

"Why is it so salty, is there too much coarse salt in this king?" Chu Linyuan said to himself, his face was crimson, he cooked for Song Ling for the first time, but he didn't expect to make such an oolong.

"Lord Night, don't do it in the future, just wait and eat. Song Ling's soul was undecided, God knew that when he went down just now, Song Ling couldn't wait to pull out his tongue.

That feeling, don't be too sour!

"Are you disgusted with this king?" Chu Linyuan's face was displeased, it was the first time he cooked by himself, but he didn't expect to be disliked.

In order to make this bowl of porridge, he spent a lot of time, and he burned his arm, but he didn't expect Song Ling to have no words of comfort, and directly poured a basin of cold water on himself.

"Lord Night, how dare I. Song Ling smirked, but understood in her heart, no wonder she said that how could Chu Linyuan be so kind to cook porridge for herself, and her feelings were to teach her a lesson.

With so much salt, I'm afraid you want to snore yourself?

I didn't expect Chu Linyuan to be such a villain, it seems that he still has to leave his origin.

"Song Ling, are you trying to speak to this king in this tone?" Chu Linyuan's face was dark, and his eyes were full of anger.

The dog bites Lu Dongbin, and he doesn't know the hearts of good people!

"Hey, how dare I, lord, do you have something to do today? I'll leave first if there's nothing to do. ”

Look at it, look at it, if her true face is revealed, she will know where Chu Linyuan will be so good, this is all pretending.

Song Ling's eyes were full of disdain, fortunately she didn't really think that Chu Linyuan was good to her, otherwise, maybe it would be empty joy again.

"What's the matter, could it be that you want to leave the Night King's Mansion so much?" Chu Linyuan suddenly looked ugly, and looked at Song Ling directly.

"Lord Night, what's wrong with you? If there is nothing going on in the Night King's Mansion, shouldn't it be normal for me to leave?"

Song Ling asked with a puzzled expression, could it be that he couldn't leave the Night King's Mansion yet?

"Who told you that there is nothing to do?" Chu Linyuan said coldly, and then shouted outside: "Come on, remove this porridge and send two more portions to this king!"

Soon, a maid came in to clean up the table and brought down the bowl of porridge that Chu Linyuan had made, and after a while, two more porridges were brought in, as if they had been prepared in advance.

Song Ling looked at the scene in front of him, and instantly looked confused, what the hell is this?

"Sit down and drink porridge with the king. Chu Linyuan glanced at Song Ling, and said in a somewhat stiff voice.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning, if you don't drink porridge, won't you spoil your stomach?

"Not hungry. Song Ling shuddered a little when he thought of the smell just now, this bowl of porridge, there won't be any messy things, right?

"Sit down!" Chu Linyuan's voice became colder and colder, and a pair of eyes looked directly at Song Ling, making Song Ling a little uncomfortable.

In desperation, Song Ling had no choice but to sit down and taste it, after making sure that it was not too unpalatable, Song Ling ate it in small bites, and sure enough, it tasted much better.

Chu Linyuan watched Song Ling drink the porridge one by one, nodded contentedly, and then began to drink it as well.

All morning, Song Ling accompanied Chu Linyuan to practice calligraphy, I have to say that Chu Linyuan's handwriting is quite good-looking, sonorous and powerful, magnificent, just from this word, you can see that Chu Linyuan's skills are still good.

"How is this word?" Chu Linyuan said with a little pride, this handwriting, he practiced for ten years before he practiced it.

"It's good. Song Ling said lightly.

When Chu Linyuan heard this, his smile gradually disappeared, what do you mean by being good?

"Hehe, what do you mean by that, you write very well?" Chu Linyuan asked rhetorically, with a hint of anger in his tone.

Song Ling didn't speak, but took out another brush, dipped it in ink, and then wrote the three big characters of Chu Linyuan on the rice paper on the side, each stroke was soaked in the paper, the pen was full of ink, and there was quite a kind of sabre-rattling momentum in it.

After writing the last stroke, Ai Song Ling put away the brush and said with a slight provocation: "Lord Night, there are mountains outside the mountain, and there are people outside the people, my word is beautiful?"