Marshal He, who had just come down from the battlefield, carried a murderous look in his words and deeds, his indifferent gaze swept across the venue, and he kept silent like a chilling cicada.
"Where's Susu?"
The guests at the banquet took a step back silently, mourning silently for the Minister of Accounting of the Empire who was picked up by Marshal He, secretly thinking: If something unfortunate happens, I must give him a bouquet of flowers in the coming year.
The Minister of Finance of the Empire trembled like a sieve. He rolled his eyes straightly because of the hem of his clothes held in the hands of Marshal He. He looked up at the man in front of him. His neck hurts.
Resisting the rush of tears, several political ministers pointed to the corner with trembling hands: "Su, where is Chief Su?"
As the Minister of Finance of the Empire, no one paid more attention to Su Yemu than him; since the banquet started, he had his eyes on Su Yemu, but there were so many people around Su Yemu that he couldn't get past him several times.
Looking along the pointer, the figure in the corner filled his empty chest, and he could no longer look away, but the two old men beside him were too obtrusive.
He casually threw the things in his hands, fixed his eyes on Su Yemu, and strode straight to the corner of the banquet hall.
Marshal He's face turned cold, and he pursed his lips tightly, staring at Chief Su as if he wanted to eat him. Everyone was startled, and couldn't help but think of the rumors about the discord between the two a while ago, and they all became nervous at the same time, especially when they saw Marshal He dragging the cold sword with his eyes still, they were even more shocked. Shouted in the bottom of my heart: Marshal He can't drink and get on top, let's settle the score with Chief Su!
"Quick, quick, stop him."
Someone in the banquet hall suddenly yelled, and the atmosphere was tense in an instant. A few dignitaries who didn't know what they were thinking dragged their fat bodies and wanted He Yunting to rush forward, trying to stop him, but they were not close, Marshal He Just kicked the person out with one kick, one kick at a time, clean and tidy.
Although people who didn't think much about it didn't think that Marshal He would be detrimental to Chief Su, they still felt terrified when they saw the knife in his hand. After all, if it was me, seeing someone approaching aggressively with a big knife, I still couldn't help but draw the gun.
As the protagonist, Su Yemu was calm, standing where he was, smiling at He Yunting who was walking towards him.
The tall figure enveloped the people in front of him, and He Yunting pointed: "Susu, who are they?"
Unrecognized old Bai and old Qin:
Su Yemu replied softly, "This is Elder Bai and Elder Qin."
Today's Su Yemu has never seen He Yunting get drunk, but Emperor Sheng Yuan has seen him. After getting drunk, his IQ is not as good as that of a three-year-old child.
He Yunting thought hard, and his eyes turned cold: "I don't know, why did they rob you from me? Cut them off."
The big knife was raised high, and the shadows were printed on the faces of Bai Lao and Qin Lao, and they took a deep breath for a moment.
Elder Bai couldn't help it anymore: "Ye Mu—"
"Shut up," He Yunting yelled, and swiped his sword past Su Yemu, pointing at the two of them: "Don't talk to Susu."
Two people:
Su Yemu sighed, and pressed He Yunting's hand holding the knife: "Drink?"
He Yunting tilted his head, as if he was thinking about Su Yemu's words, and then nodded for a moment, "Yeah".
Everyone: Sincerely.
Su Yemu glanced at his hand: "Put the knife away."
He Yunting nodded: "Okay."
With a wave of his hand, the knife disappeared.
In addition to the generals and dignitaries of the empire, high-ranking officials from other civilizations were also present at the banquet hall. When they saw He Yunting showing off his power, they nodded secretly. He really deserved to be brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, and he was hailed as Marshal He who killed the god. But when everyone saw him coming in front of Su Yemu, he became so obedient and well-behaved, his eyes didn't fall off.
I thought this was enough to surprise people, but I didn't expect that He Yunting's actions would be even more terrifying, yes, terrifying.
After retracting the knife, Marshal He took two steps forward, directly touching Su Yemu, then bent his two-meter-high body, put his head on Su Yemu's shoulder, and rubbed: "Su Su, dizzy. "
Su Yemu ignored the sluggish eyes of everyone present, reached out to pat He Yunting on the back, and pushed him away: "Let's go! Let's go back to sleep."
Su Yemu took He Yunting's hand and left the venue.
Su Yemu didn't take him back to the Marshal's Mansion, but back to Huayan Palace; he thought about bringing him back, and he would sleep and wake up tomorrow, but he didn't expect that He Yunting would refuse to leave just after entering Huayan Palace. Break open the door, life and death refused to enter.
"What are you doing?"
After saying that, He Yunting's eyes turned red, and he looked at him like he was looking at a heartless man, which made Su Yemu's goosebumps stand up.
He Yunting let go of the hand holding the door, straightened his collar, and said coldly: "This is not my home, I want to go back."
Su Yemu was puzzled: "Go back to the Marshal's Mansion?"
He Yunting's pupils widened instantly, looking at Su Yemu in disbelief, he could still see the grievance faintly: "Which wild man's residence is this?"
Su Yemu:
"Isn't the Marshal's Mansion your residence?"
"My residence is obviously the General's Mansion."
Su Yemu now remembered that the Marshal's Mansion was rebuilt by a general, so the current He Yunting is General He
"Okay, General's Mansion," Su Yemu frowned, smelling He Yunting's smell of alcohol, and took a deep breath, "But it's too late now, we'll rest at Huayan Palace tonight."
General He resolutely refused: "No."
Su Yemu raised her eyebrows: "Why?"
"You," He Yunting pointed at Su Yemu with an unbelievable expression, as if he couldn't understand that Su Yemu would ask such a question, but seeing his innocent face, he still gritted his teeth and said, "You are already married, this is you With her wedding room, I, I, we... "
I didn't say anything for a long time, looking at Su Yemu's eyes filled with hatred, but the hand holding Su Yemu still refused to let go.
"I'm not married," Su Yemu's heart ached, and he moved closer to He Yunting, but it seemed that Su Yemu was poisonous. Su Yemu took a step closer, and he took a step back. Finally, Su Yemu couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged He Yunting, putting it on his ear. In the heart of his chest, he heard the strong heartbeat, and said softly: "I am not married, I have not worshiped, and I have not sworn an oath in front of a priest, and I have no elders to preside over it."
Who would marry a sheep? Six hundred years ago, since that sheep stepped into the empire, Su Yemu had never seen her.
"real?"
"Really," Su Yemu let go of He Yunting, and continued, "You forgot, this is Huayan Palace, where you and I grew up, how could I let others step in here?"
He Yunting nodded, reluctantly accepted the explanation, and then the question came again: "What about the Marshal's Mansion? Who is that?"
Su Yemu: I really want to knock him out.
"That's someone who doesn't matter."
Su Yemu gritted her teeth and waited, we will wait and see tomorrow.
He Yunting finally accepted this setting, and obediently followed Su Yemu back to Huayan Palace.
Pressing the drunk man on the bed, listening to him yelling 'Susu', Su Yemu's heart was so soft that he couldn't help stretching out his hands to pinch his cold and hard face.
"here I am!"
Su Yemu responded, fetched water, washed He Yunting's face and hands, stripped him almost completely, and then stuffed him into the quilt.
"Am I someone who doesn't matter?"
Just as Su Yemu straightened his back, a deep voice came with a dangerous signal; Su Yemu lowered his head, and the eyes of the man on the bed were clear.
"How come, you are very important."
"Is the person in the Marshal's Mansion important, or the man in the General's Mansion?"
Su Yemu looked at He Yunting's silence. He was thinking about what role the person on the bed was playing at this time. It stands to reason that the two people's consciousness and memory merged, so this situation should not happen again.
After a long time without getting an answer from Su Yemu, the person on the bed jumped up and made a quick move, dragging the person standing by the bed into the bed in an instant, and had a sleepless night.
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With the end of the war, the reconstruction of the empire was completed, and new internal officials were appointed one after another. Kevin was suppressed by He Yunting's iron blood and was trapped in the palace and could not get out. He contributed his part to the upcoming Interstellar Civilization Conference.
Su Yemu, who was free, began to prepare for the Dragon Boat Festival. The Dragon Boat Festival drives away the five poisons, wraps rice dumplings, eats lychees, and rowing dragon boats; the five poisons refer to snakes, scorpions, centipedes, geckos, and toads. Another meaning is to exorcise evil spirits, Disinfection and epidemic prevention, removal of bad luck, sickness, etc. Now in the high-tech age, pests almost do not exist, so only the latter can be done.
Su Yemu doesn't know much about repelling five poisons, but Su Yemu still remembers the idea of using wormwood, grapefruit leaves and other plants to boil water for bathing. As for exorcism talismans, Su Yemu doesn't know how to draw them, so let's put them aside for now. The second item, wrapping zongzi, is not difficult. It is lychees. So far, Su Yemu has never heard of this fruit. The last item, dragon boat rowing, is such a big project!
But Su Yemu doesn't have to worry too much about all of this. He had talked about the Dragon Boat Festival in the live broadcast room earlier, and he had already been targeted by the black boss and Professor Li. Boss Hei is undoubtedly out of money. Now that Saier Star has its own military department, it spends money like water; Professor Li, as a professor of Chinese history, is so desperate for the revival of traditional festivals.
With the publicity of these two people, things about the Dragon Boat Festival instantly occupied the major reports in the empire. The people saw the strategies on how to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival from Su Yemu's live broadcast room, and they were eager to try, but they still didn't know how to do it.
Because the interstellar council is about to be held, every move of the empire has attracted a lot of attention. The Dragon Boat Festival, which is loved by the people of the empire, has also attracted the attention of other civilizations. After some people's guidance, other civilizations also flocked to Su Yemu's live broadcast room. After watching the periodical video, Su Yemu's fans skyrocketed.
In order to better promote the Dragon Boat Festival, Su Yemu plans to do several live broadcasts of the Dragon Boat Festival.
Before the live broadcast, Su Yemu announced the schedule, and the TV platform also made preparations, but no one expected that the platform would be paralyzed when the broadcast started that day.
[Let's go, it's crowded, give way. ]
[There are more and more people, both happy and sad, Bobo doesn't want others to find out about this big baby, but also wants more people to know how good this big baby is, but when everyone knows how good this big baby is, I regret it again. ]
[This number is too scary, it exceeds the population of the empire, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad. ]
[The only thing that makes people happy is the lottery draw, which only draws planets around Neptune. ]
[Let me go, there are so many unfamiliar characters, which civilization are they from? ]
[Follow Bobo to get to know him. ]
Everyone in the live broadcast room talked eloquently, and it took a while to realize that there was only a kitchen in the terminal camera. Where is the broadcaster
"Hi everyone, I'm Su Yemu." Just when everyone was wondering, Su Yemu came out: "Welcome to the food live broadcast room."
Long time no see, still the original ingredients, this made the old fans of the live broadcast instantly moved, Bobo is right, there is only Su Yemu who is the anchor here, as for the others, there is no such person here.
The author has something to say: I said before that it would end last month, but I didn’t expect it to be delayed until this month, and I’m starting to finish it. I’m considering whether to write about using high technology to give birth to a child belonging to two people, but I’m just thinking about it. If I really write, It will only appear on the sidelines.