Chen Meier stayed in the kitchen for half a month, smoking every day, wearing a coarse cloth apron, and a pair of slender hands that used to not touch the spring water became rough, and finally understood a truth.
If you want to grab a man's heart, you must grab the man's stomach first - this doesn't work for Sima Fu.
Sima Fu can separate his heart and stomach very well.
This seventeen-year-old kid knows how to eat, and he doesn't understand love at all.
She has to change her strategy, she can't be a cook here for the rest of her life.
After hearing that Sima Fu had tasted her dishes, he stopped eating Li Qingtang's dishes, and instead went to Weiyang Palace to listen to her playing the piano and singing songs and chanting poems every day.
Chen Meier thought that this was not easy. In terms of poetry, there have been many famous poets in the world where she lives, and just a single sentence from those ancient famous sentences can amaze all the literati in the world, and it is not a matter of minutes to kill the heroine in seconds.
This world does not have those poems, she thought it was her own, He Chou couldn't attract the emperor's attention.
With the help of the system, Chen Meier obtained the emperor's route at night.
It was night, she put on the most immortal and most beautiful clothes, and then turned on the "fairy descended to the world" halo given by the system, which lasted for half an hour. With this halo, the original owner can only be considered to have a delicate appearance and immediately improved by ten grades, which is simply adding a fairy filter.
In the middle of the night, the wind blew up. The woman was sitting in the pavilion, dressed in white, with long hair loose, and her expression was sad. As long as she saw her, it was like seeing the moonlight fairy descend to earth.
Chen Mei'er held the pipa and sang the lyrics and songs sadly: "The chilling cicadas are mournful, it is late for the long pavilion, and the showers are beginning to rest. The Dumen tent has no clue, nostalgia, Lanzhou prompts..."
It is "Rain Lingling" by Liu Yong.
This poem is already mournful, and when paired with a bleak tune and a sobbing voice, I can't believe it can't arouse the emperor's pity.
As long as the emperor is attracted, and with the bonus of the fairy halo, no man can escape.
Chen Meier sat in the cold wind and sang for a long time, and finally heard the system prompt in her mind.
[The son of luck is here. ]
Chen Meier immediately played and sang harder, and the sadness in her singing made people feel sad.
Calculate the time, the emperor should come to see her in the pavilion, right
Unexpectedly, no one came over for a while, but the system said something again.
[Son of Luck is gone again. ]
Chen Meier: "!!!"
Why go away! They haven't seen it yet!
Then her aura is not in vain.
Chen Mei'er was so angry that she felt heartache for wasting a halo.
"Forget it, at such a close distance, he must have heard it." Chen Mei'er comforted herself, "It's just that he didn't come to disturb me tonight, and he must be impressed by me secretly."
Weiyang Palace.
Li Qingtang finished grooming and was about to blow out the candles to sleep when Sima Fu suddenly walked in in a hurry, looking very bad, and asked the palace servants to retreat as soon as he arrived.
Li Qingtang wondered: "Your Majesty—"
Sima Fu hugged her directly and whispered, "Tangtang, I'm so scared."
Li Qingtang was stunned.
She patted Sima Fu on the back soothingly, and her voice softened: "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
Sima Fu emphasized: "I said you are not allowed to laugh at me."
Li Qingtang wanted to laugh a little, so she held back her smile and said, "I definitely don't laugh."
"I just passed the Meniscus Pavilion just now." Sima Fu said with lingering fears, "I vaguely saw a woman in white with long hair playing the pipa and singing a little tune, which made me panic."
"What song did she sing?" Li Qingtang asked curiously.
"I don't know, I didn't listen carefully, it's just that the tone is too scary, like a ghost crying and wolf howling." Sima Fu shook his head, "Father's father's Le Meiren was the best at playing the pipa and singing, but unfortunately offended Concubine Shu, after falling out of favor, Concubine Shu was killed. I cut my tongue, and finally hanged myself in the meniscus. I was worried that the ghost I just met was the ghost of Lemei, so I didn't dare to go there to see it. Tomorrow I will call the master into the palace to save her...
Li Qingtang: "Pfft—"
Sima Fu said unhappily, "I'm not allowed to laugh when I say it!"
"Sorry, my concubine can't help it." Li Qingtang coughed lightly, "I just didn't expect Your Majesty to be afraid of ghosts."
"Don't mention it to others." Sima Fu solemnly urged, "I am the emperor and cannot have weaknesses."
Li Qingtang blinked: "Then why did your majesty let your concubine know about your weakness?"
Sima Fu turned his head away, and the boy rarely blushed: "Tang Tang is not someone else."
He never said a thing. Four years ago, he was still the prince, and he was taught the rules by the master all day long, which was the time when the young rebels were most tired of the palace rules. A bunch of young ladies at the palace banquet also followed the rules.
Only Li Qingtang, who was twelve years old at the time, was a clear streamer. He devoted himself to studying the dishes of the court, and he had a round belly. After the banquet was over, he quietly walked up to her and praised how cute she was.
The little girl smiled charmingly, and then left the palace with her family, becoming the white moonlight in the prince's heart.
It was the only living person he had ever seen in the midst of the dead puppets he had grown up to.
Later, when Sima Fu ascended the throne at a young age, he concentrated on the court and gradually stopped thinking about these romantic events. After learning that Li Qingtang was actually one of the six beautiful girls, he fell in love with her. A few years later, the little girl still loves to eat and cooks good dishes. Therefore, when Sima Fu learned that Chen Mei'er was skilled in cooking, the first thing that came to his mind was that Tang Tang was blessed. Most of the dishes that Chen Meier cooked these days were sent to the Weiyang Palace for Li Qingtang.
Young and ignorant, Sima Fu didn't quite understand whether it was a liking or not. The emperor's family never had true feelings, and he had no reference. I just want to be nice to her and give her everything she likes.
If he likes her, then he likes her.
Qi Baicha and Qi Ye traveled all the way, from outside the fortress to the border, and from the border to the south of the Yangtze River.
The ancient chariots and horses were very slow, and it took at least several months to reach the capital. Although it is actually a teleportation distance, but there is a mortal companion by his side, the scenery along the way is naturally to be watched slowly.
Qi Ye is not in a hurry to hurry, anyway, as long as he does not make actions that are contrary to the known plot, history will probably not change. At the moment, it is more interesting to travel with Chacha.
In the future 2,500 years later, he and Cha Cha once traveled around the world—the antonyms of future and once seem strange together, and what is even more strange is that this sentence is completely true.
At that time, they took high-speed rail planes, hot air balloons and submarines, climbed Everest, went to the equator, saw the aurora, and experienced wonderful things that normal people have never experienced in their entire lives.
And now, they are experiencing another wonderful. In ancient times when carriages and horses were very slow, we went to see the lonely smoke in the desert, the willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the peony in Luoyang, and the prosperous age of Chang'an.
The life of God is so long, and the Lord God even controls the power of time and space, and travels between the past and the future.
He has endless time to love his snow god.
The closer it is to the capital, the more prosperous the place and the larger the population. Qi Ye is okay, although he looks handsome now, he is still in the category of human beings. Qi Baicha was different, except that he turned into black hair and black eyes, he looked slightly older than his body, and he was exactly the same as the god, and he turned his head when he walked on the street.
If the body of Qi Baicha is a seventeen-year-old boy, and the modern is a twenty-seven-year-old youth, the ancient version of tea is between the youth and the youth, about nineteen years old. White clothes and black hair, alluring national colors. He was wearing double brocade shoes on his feet, and all the silver ornaments were taken off, but his clothes were still the gorgeous clothes that Heavenly Dao gave him when he was born. Walking on the road, he looked like a real god.
When they passed by a small village, the villagers even knelt down and worshipped on the spot, calling out the immortals.
Qi Ye politely asked: "Qing Huan, do you want to change your clothes?" This body is too eye-catching.
The emperor in the palace can't afford to wear such a good material.
Qi Baicha said, "No change."
"Isn't it dirty wearing it all the time?" Qi Ye asked.
Of course he knew that God's clothes would not get dirty, but from the perspective of a mortal, he still had to ask. And Qi Ye is really curious, Cha Cha is not a flamboyant temperament, he knows how to put on mortal shoes and change into mortal hair color and eye color, why he refuses to change clothes.
Qi Baicha only said: "It's not dirty."
After a pause, he said softly again: "I like this dress, it was given by my savior."
Qi Ye laughed.
Cha Cha is lying again. These clothes are clearly gifted by heaven, they are born with them, how can there be a savior... Wait a moment.
Qi Ye looked startled.
He suddenly remembered that when he was on the shuttle last time, he healed Cha Cha's injuries and repaired the damaged clothes.
Even if the clothes of the gods are damaged, they can be transformed into the same one, but it is not the original one. At that time, on a whim, he also added some snowflake patterns to Cha Cha's clothes.
Is it because of this reason... that Cha Cha still refuses to change her clothes
Qi Ye's eyes dimmed, and then he remembered the time when he lost his memory and tore off a lot of Chacha's clothes. Chacha was the most angry the first time.
It turned out to be because... He tore Cha Cha's favorite clothes...
And the reason why Cha Cha likes this dress is because the pattern on it was left by him...
What is this.
Qi Ye laughed softly, and said inexplicably, "Besides me, do you have a savior?"
It wasn't me who saved you.
Past, present, Future.
It's me every time.
Qi Baicha only thought that the life-saving grace he said was the time he killed three bandits, and said, "Of course there is, that was a long time ago."
"I am also your savior." Qi Ye began to be unreasonable, "You will make the gangsters have bad intentions by dressing so well, so I will be very tired to protect you. In order to reduce my workload, you should change your clothes obediently. ." Every time so many scorching eyes stared at Qi Baicha, Qi Ye really wanted to kill.
Qi Baicha stared at him: "Aren't you my friend?" Why did he pretend to be a savior again.
Qi Ye: "..." Cha Cha recognized him as a friend, and it was fine.
Qi Baicha said seriously: "And when I change my clothes, many people will look at me. I don't make the thugs bad because my clothes are good-looking, but because I was born good-looking."
Qi Ye: "..." Unable to refute, Cha Cha was right.
"However." Qi Baicha thought for a while, then said, "I'll just listen to you."
Qi Ye raised his eyebrows: "So obedient?"
"It's just a change of clothes." Qi Baicha reluctantly added after a long while, "I can't just go my own way and make my friends unhappy."
What Brother Qi said makes sense. He is not walking alone now, and he always has to consider the thoughts of his companions, so as not to cause trouble to them.
The first lesson of Xue Shen's WTO membership is how to get along with people.
He doesn't know it now, but it was his past benefactor who taught him this.
confidant at the moment.
future mr.