"Everyone, get out. No one is allowed in without my order!"
The master of Zixiao Pavilion had a clear view of the expressions of all the disciples, and he secretly hated these disciples for not living up to their expectations. They all became restless when they saw the beautiful girls.
All the disciples in black bowed and agreed, and then all retreated.
After everyone left, the Master of Zixiao Pavilion said: "Girl, let's start."
After a pause, he added: "If you write it earlier, you can go home earlier. Don't you miss your husband?"
There was great temptation in his voice, which made Shen Ning's heart move.
Of course she misses Mo Chuan, she misses him all the time, but the master of Zixiao Pavilion suddenly mentioned Mo Chuan, which was obviously with bad intentions.
"Of course I miss him. He and I just got married, and it was Yan'er's wedding. If it weren't for the fact that the front line was retreating steadily and losing two important cities, I would not have left the imperial capital and rushed to Yuezhou. Now the South Vietnamese army has been defeated. Return, I am eager to return home, wishing I could return to him as soon as possible. Uncle, you are the master of a pavilion and a person of great status. You can't keep your word. You promised, if I give the drawings and I have written all the military instructions to you, and you will let me go home, and you are not allowed to go back on your word!"
Her eyes were sparkling, and there was a longing expression on her face. The girl's shyness seemed very natural, which made the Master of Zixiao Pavilion not suspect at all.
"This pavilion master is true to his word. Since I promised you, I will naturally keep my promise. Girl, hurry up and write." Zixiao Pavilion Master said calmly.
"Okay, then I believe you, uncle."
Shen Ning raised her head and smiled sweetly at him.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion nodded slightly, but his eyes were fixed on her, not daring to relax at all.
Shen Ning laid out the paper, picked up the pen, and was about to put pen to paper when she suddenly let out an "ah yo" sound.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion was staring at the tip of her pen expectantly. When he heard her voice, his brows suddenly furrowed.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Uncle, I'm hungry again. Let's eat first." Shen Ning put down her pen and rubbed her stomach.
"What!" Zixiao Pavilion Master's eyes widened, filled with anger. He pressed again and again before finally speaking in a calm tone: "Didn't you just have dinner not long ago?"
Shen Ning blinked and said innocently: "Yes, I was very full at that time, but I also soaked in hot springs for a long time. This hot spring bath is also very energy-consuming. Uncle, you always scare me. I get scared. , it’s easy to get hungry. People are like iron, and rice is like steel. If you don’t eat a meal, you’ll feel hungry. Even if you want cattle to plow the land, you have to feed them enough grass first, so that they can have the strength to work!”
Zixiao Pavilion Master held back his anger and said: "Let's do this. You tell me what you want to eat, and I tell them to do it immediately. Then you write it first. When you finish writing, the meal will probably be ready." ,how?"
Shen Ning shook her head and said, "No, not good at all. I don't have the energy to write after I'm hungry. I promise you, as long as I'm full, I will write right away."
"you… "
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He glared hard at Shen Ning. After a while, he slowly said: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Is this it? Let me think about it, by the way, let's have a few so-so dishes, a bangbang chicken, a braised oxtail, a live fish with watercress, and another spicy tendon, um, and finally a camphor tea fat Duck, remember?"