The rustling white snow fluttered down from the dome of the sky, flicked like a goose feather, and fell all over the ground, covering the golden bricks and jade tiles of the palace with a layer of silver coat, making the majestic Daxiong Hall burst out with some coldness. .
Ji Chengxue was wearing a plain robe, her hair was only tied with a thin rope, and she didn't wear too many decorations. She walked slowly towards the Daxiong Hall.
The snow on the road to the Daxiong Hall has been swept away by the eunuchs in the palace, and the road is smooth and leads directly to the main hall, but the further you go, the more depressed Ji Chengxue becomes.
After crossing the Tianxuan Gate, the Daxiong Hall was right in front of him. Stepping on the stone ladder, he stood at the gate of the hall, surrounded by busy eunuchs and court ladies hurriedly saluting him.
Ji Chengxue nodded gently, signaling for them to continue, while she put her hands behind her back and stepped into the Daxiong Hall, where the emperor often stayed during his lifetime.
On the Daxiong Hall today, the high-spirited figure who lashed out at Fang Qiu back then has disappeared, leaving only the hall full of cold wind, sighing helplessly and unwillingly.
Inside the Daxiong Hall, a figure slowly walked out. Lian Fu's body seemed a little tired, his eye circles were faintly black, and his hair all turned into white, so dazzling.
"Eunuch Lian." Ji Chengxue didn't dare to underestimate this chief eunuch, after all, he was a seventh-rank war saint, and he was also the emperor's confidant.
"Why did the third prince come to the Daxiong Hall?" Lian Fu said to Ji Chengxue with a bit of exhaustion in his shrill voice, as he flicked the whisk lightly, with a never-ending sadness on his face.
Lian Fu and the emperor have a very good relationship. It seems that they have been together since childhood. Now that Emperor Changfeng passed away due to injury, nothing is more sad than Lian Fu.
"Eunuch Lian, I want to see my father..." Ji Chengxue took a deep breath, bowed to Lian Fu, and said.
Lian Fu pinched his orchid fingers weakly, glanced at Ji Chengxue, and directly refused, "No, His Majesty has ordered that you should not meet anyone before the funeral."
"Isn't it okay for a son to see him for the last time?" Ji Chengxue frowned and asked.
"Third Prince, please go back. You should be clear that it is impossible for miscellaneous families to violate His Majesty's will, even if His Majesty has already passed away."
Seeing Lian Fu's resolute attitude, Ji Chengxue sighed in her heart, turned around and left the hall without making too much entanglement.
Lian Fu looked at Ji Chengxue's disappearing back with deep eyes.
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Bang bang bang!
A loud knock on the door interrupted Bu Fang who was practicing Beidou carving. The latter turned his head expressionlessly and glanced at the trembling door.
In the early morning, who has nothing to do and keeps knocking on the door
Bu Fang washed his fair and slender palms, wiped off the water stains on his hands, and then walked to the door and opened the door.
What came into view was a face with a veil on it, and the eyes of the country and the city above the face rolled glidingly, full of excitement.
"Boss Bu finally opened the door, let me in!" Ni Yan said impatiently.
But Bu Fang didn't move, he stood at the door and looked at her expressionlessly: "It's not yet business hours, what are you doing here so early?"
Ni Yan was taken aback, and immediately raised her hand, raised the ingredients in front of Bu Fang, and said, "I ate Boss Bu's food yesterday, and I felt itchy and benefited a lot, so I want to try it for Boss Bu. Look."
Ni Yan is still very confident in her cooking skills. In Tianji Sect, everyone is conquered by the delicious food she cooks.
Bu Fang twitched the corners of his mouth, this woman must be sick... She ran over early in the morning and said that she wanted to cook a delicious meal, is this borrowing the rhythm of my kitchen
"I don't want to see it, and the kitchen is not available for rent." Bu Fang said flatly.
Ni Yan choked suddenly, she really wanted to use the kitchen, how could she cook without a kitchen.
Seeing that Bu Fang was about to close the door again, Ni Yan panicked, her true energy gushed out, and she supported the door, preventing Bu Fang from closing it.
"Just wait!" Ni Yanjiao shouted.
"Are you going to make trouble?" Bu Fang felt the surge of true energy emanating from Ni Yan's body, and said lightly, and then a red light bloomed beside him, and Xiaobai's chubby figure emerged.
"Troubleshooters, take off your clothes to show the public." Xiaobai said mechanically with the brilliance in his eyes.
"Hey... you are so incomprehensible, old lady... this girl sincerely intends to cook dishes for you to taste, but you actually want to drive her away! How can you be so cruel to a beautiful woman!" Ni Yan's big eyes were full of water, A look like weeping.
From Xiaobai's body, Ni Yan actually felt a terrible sense of threat, and she really deserves to be the guy who can take away the Phoenix Blood Grass...
"Tell me, your purpose, don't go around the corner." Bu Fang frowned, glanced at Ni Yan and said.
As soon as these words came out, the tears in Ni Yan's eyes withdrew instantly, and the whole person also returned to that dusty look.
"I want to learn your technique that can keep the aura in the spirit beast meat from being lost." Ni Yan said directly.
Bu Fang looked straight at Ni Yan calmly, and Ni Yan also stared at him unwillingly. The eyes of the two collided in the air without reservation.
"boom!!"
Well, Bu Fang finally conceded. The woman's eyes were too sharp, so Bu Fang chose to close the door.
"Do not teach."
After closing the door, Bu Fang's faint voice drifted out and reached the stunned Ni Yan, causing her to stay at the door.
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After a while, Bu Fang finally finished practicing the dishes, and opened the door with the freshly cooked drunk pork ribs.
At the door, Ni Yan was wrapped in a big robe, squatting at the door, when she saw Bu Fang, she immediately stood up excitedly.
Bu Fang has a headache, why is this woman still here...
"Xiao Hei, it's time to eat." Bu Fang said softly, not bothering to pay attention to the woman, and placed the drunk pork ribs in front of Xiao Hei. After stroking the latter's soft and warm hair, Bu Fang turned around and went back to the small shop.
Business hours officially begin.
"Smelly boss, I'm back!"
There was a sound of running in the alley, and Ouyang Xiaoyi's voice rang from far to near, and soon resounded in Bu Fang's ears.
Bu Fang had just brought the dishes to Fatty Jin, when he looked up in surprise, he saw Ouyang Xiaoyi, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, bouncing in.
Looking at this girl's cheerful appearance, it's as if she was just released... Although Ouyang Xiaoyi was indeed released just now.
"Who are you!" As soon as Ouyang Xiaoyi entered the small shop, she saw a woman wearing a veil and a loose robe following behind the stinky boss, her eyes widened and she asked suspiciously.
The smelly boss found a new waiter so quickly? Falling in love with the new and loathing the old so quickly
"Who are you, you little girl?" Ni Yan glanced at Ouyang Xiaoyi, groaned, and continued to follow behind Bu Fang.
When Bu Fang walked into the kitchen, she wanted to follow, but Xiao Bai ruthlessly blocked her out.
If Ni Yan didn't feel that the iron lump brought her a strong sense of oppression, she would have slapped the iron lump away...
Ouyang Xiaoyi pursed her mouth, her heart ached so badly that she couldn't breathe, the boss who loved the new and disliked the old actually found a new waiter, she suddenly felt abandoned by the whole world.
"Xiao Yi, serve the dishes."
Just as tears kept rolling in Ouyang Xiaoyi's eyes, as if the flood was about to burst, Bu Fang's faint voice came from the kitchen.
Ouyang Xiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, sniffed her nose, her complexion instantly turned cloudy, and ran towards the window, hey... the smelly boss didn't change the waiter!
When handing the dishes to the happy girl who didn't know why, Bu Fang turned his gaze to Ni Yan, frowned and said, "Aren't you bothered by following me?"
"You teach me the skill of controlling the spiritual energy of spirit beasts, and I won't pester you." Ni Yan groaned, a little unreasonable.
"Then you cook a dish that you think you are most proud of, and if I am satisfied, I will teach you, otherwise, don't pester me."
After a pause, Bu Fang said seriously.