Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Prodigal Son in Love
Qi Lianxu didn't know how to speak, and vaguely blurred about Yuheng in a few words.
Qing Huan sometimes looks stupid, but in fact, she is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, she has become more and more refined over the years, she can see that there is something strange about this matter from Qi Lian's expression, the last time she asked Sikong, Sikong was spitting, she thought that Sister Yuheng was going to the mortal world with Bai Huaixian, this is the only way for the Nine Heavenly Immortals to tie the knot, the two of them have gone through the catastrophe, maybe they can have a happy event when they come back.
Now it seems that this matter is not so simple, but Qing Huan can't be sure, because this is called Qi Lian, and he still likes Sister Yuheng and says that it is not necessarily, if this is the case, it will be sad and sad.
Qing Huan sighed, they are all poor people in their feelings, no one should embarrass anyone, if she has questions, let's find a chance to ask Mosang.
At this moment, someone came in, knelt down beside Mo Sang, and said softly: "Young master, the Lord of Fengcheng is in a hurry to leave in advance, let me bring a message." Feng Zishi didn't want to say goodbye in person, but after setting up an enchantment, he had no choice but to make an excuse to this entourage.
This Mo Sang's entourage, Qing Huan has seen it, when she went to Canghai Mountain for the first time, she smiled, or he led the way, Qing Huan still remembered his name, and greeted with a smile: "Brother Xiang Di?"
Xiang Di was not surprised by Qing Huan's appearance, he probably already knew it, in the face of her greeting, he was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it, and after being glanced at by Mo Sang, he reluctantly turned around and nodded to her.
Qing Huan was bored, pouted unhappily, and said that he would not hit the smiling person, and he didn't know how he provoked him.
After delivering the words to the flute, he retreated.
Mo Sang took a sip of tea, his lips moved, and he still didn't say anything.
Lan Wenyu was a clever person, and when he saw this, he immediately moved from the seat next to Mo Sang to Qing Huan's left-hand side.
The two exchanged heads and whispered.
"Sister Qinghuan, do you have any favorite food, I will tell the small kitchen to make you a separate one later?" Lan Wenyu said with a fan covering his face.
When it comes to eating, Qing Huan is interested: "I love to eat four sweet candied hibiscus osmanthus cake and jasmine syrup, and my meal preference is spicy belly shreds, melon roasted tenderloin, and four-color mushrooms..."
Lan Wenyu shook his fan and said: "Sister Qinghuan has such a study of eating, how can a person who cultivates immortals only know the desire to enjoy his appetite." ”
Qing Huan glared at him and said, "Didn't you ask me, Brother Wen Yu?"
"Sister Qinghuan, let me tell you. Lan Wenyu didn't know what was bad, so he closed the fan and said: "In this small courtyard, there is a woman, not only is she beautiful, but her cooking skills are amazing, she will come in a while, you can let her cook for you what you want to eat." As he spoke, he peeked at Mo Sang's expression.
"Is it really possible?" Qing Huan didn't know the truth, he only felt happy, "I haven't eaten a good dish for a long time, Brother Wen Yu, you don't know, I have a senior brother who also cooks a good dish, and since I can't eat his food, I have lost a lot of weight." "She is talking about the third senior brother Jin Ziang, she was not so picky about food in Guanghan Palace before, but after going to Zhongnan Mountain, she was raised by the third senior brother.
"Hahaha. Lan Wenyu smiled and looked her up and down, "It's not as thin as a burning stick is beautiful, Huanfei Yan is thin, the beauty of a woman lies in her posture, her hands are like softness, her skin is like clotted fat, her waist is folded in a slight step, her wrist is in the light yarn, and she turns around and moves, just like Liu Shaohua laughing and running for the first time..... "This Lan Wenyu is worthy of reading countless women, and when it comes to this topic, it is like opening the conversation."
Qing Huan listened to it with relish, and smacked his tongue, this Lan Wenyu looked like the legendary prodigal son in the love field who had been among the thousands of flowers and did not touch the leaves.
The more Lan Wenyu spoke, the more outrageous he became, the more he spoke, the more he didn't guard the door, and he couldn't say anything when he suddenly opened his mouth, and immediately looked in the direction where Mo Sang was, Mo Sang's body didn't move, but it definitely had nothing to do with him.
"Hmm. Lan Wenyu protested silently.
"Brother Wen Yu, what's wrong with you?" Qing Huan didn't react at first, but later realized that he might have been subjected to the forbidden spell, and burst out laughing, "Haha, Brother Wen Yu, let you talk nonsense, it's bad now." ”
Lan Wenyu ignored her and tried to break through the ban.
At this time, seven or eight uniformly dressed women rushed in, each holding a wooden tray with delicious dishes on it.
The people who come should be maids, each well-trained, the cloth and vegetables are very particular, the golden chopsticks should be placed under the fresh flower saucer, the bowls are all jade jasper, in addition to the bowl for eating, each person has a jade plate, a jade bowl, a jade spoon, and a jade hand cleaning tripod for wiping hands.
The food is also very particular, the oval shallow plate is soup, black and white layering, the meaning of making yin and yang gossip diagrams, the jade plate next to it is made of green and white vegetables, designed to look like a peacock, and then there is a cup of elixir jade dew, all of which help to regulate pranayama and transform the spirit, but in Qing Huan's opinion, it is a little worse than the taste.
"Sister Qinghuan, our third young master has always been a vegetarian, you can make do with it first, and let Miss Yulan open a small kitchen for you later." Lan Wenyu teased.
Qing Huan tilted her head to look at Mo Sang, who was only vegetarian, but she didn't know this.
"Who is Miss Yulan?" As soon as the words fell, I saw a woman walking to Mo Sang's side, and she didn't raise her head to spread the dishes.
After Qing Huan saw her face clearly, he had a look of surprise on his face: "You!"
Mo Sang put down his chopsticks, looked at Qi Lian opposite, and said silently: You did this like this?
Lan Wenyu hurriedly stopped Qing Huan, afraid that she would make any moves, and explained: "This is Miss Yulan." ”
"I know. Qing Huan replied, isn't the woman in front of her Kang Xinrong's sister?
It's really a place where you don't meet in life.
Kang Yulan made a small bow, did not say a word, buried her head very low, and looked carefully, Bu Cai's hand seemed to be trembling.
Qing Huan took the initiative to lean over, occupied half of Mo Sang's position, lay on his desk, looked at it and said, "Kang Yulan?"
No response.
"Don't you know me?" Qing Huan wondered why she didn't look at herself, "I just met your eldest brother not long ago. ”
Speaking of Kang Xinrong, Kang Yulan suddenly reacted, raised her head to look at her, and was still silent when the words came to her mouth.
Qing Huan turned his head strangely to look at Mo Sang: What's the matter?
Mo Sang grabbed her arm, pulled her over, and said, "Sit down." ”
"Let's go down. Mo Sang said.
Kang Yulan was cautious and timid from beginning to end, buried her head very low, and did not communicate with anyone, when she heard this, she immediately got up, and after kneeling respectfully, she retreated carefully.
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