The Imperial Palace, Daxiong Hall.
Ji Chengxue clasped her hands behind her back, wearing a dragon robe, with a slightly joyful smile on her face, squinting her eyes, and walked up and down the hall step by step.
He is now in a very good mood. After such a long time, he finally ate Boss Bu's dishes. His appetite was satisfied, and his mood was naturally much happier. He walked like a float.
Many eunuchs in the hall could not help covering their mouths and chuckling as they watched Ji Chengxue constantly pacing in the hall, occasionally hopping lightly and joyfully.
Ji Chengxue is the emperor now, and since he ascended the throne, he has always given people the impression of being extremely majestic and scolding Fang Qiu, but now it is basically difficult to see such a look, the eunuchs naturally think it is a little funny, and they all cover their mouths.
Ji Chengxue walked a few steps and seemed to feel that something was wrong with the eyes around her. She raised her eyebrows and looked around at the group of eunuchs covering their mouths and holding back their blushing faces. She was slightly taken aback, and realized that it was her actions just now that made these eunuchs laugh.
With a slight embarrassment on his face, Ji Chengxue coughed, and said solemnly with a straight face, "What are you laughing at, haven't you seen my after-dinner exercise?"
When the eunuchs heard this, they immediately lowered their heads even lower, and chuckled one after another.
Ji Chengxue couldn't help but chuckled, he was indeed in a good mood tonight.
Walking in front of the dragon chair, Ji Chengxue sat on the dragon chair with a slight lift of the hem of the dragon robe.
Suddenly, from outside the main hall, a figure came quickly and knelt down in front of Ji Chengxue. Ji Chengxue was slightly taken aback and coughed lightly.
"Report, Your Majesty, Ji Chengyu was taken away by someone during the Imperial Mausoleum incident, and his whereabouts are now missing."
The people kneeling under the hall reported the incident seriously.
What? !
The joy on Ji Chengxue's face disappeared in an instant. Ji Chengyu was demoted to the Imperial Tomb by Emperor Changfeng. Did he dare to escape without authorization? But his cultivation has also been sealed, so he has no ability to escape, right
At this moment, Lian Fu also walked out from behind the main hall, pinching the orchid fingers, twisting his waist, with a serious face.
"The miscellaneous family has only been away for a few days, and King Yu was taken away? Could it be planned by someone?" Lian Fu frowned and said.
Ji Chengxue's brows were almost twisted into a rope, and some irritability suddenly appeared in her heart. Ji Chengyu's identity is very sensitive, and she stayed in the imperial mausoleum well, but because of what happened in the imperial capital, Lian Fu was taken over by him, but Did not expect such a thing to happen.
"Leaving the imperial mausoleum is disobedience to the emperor's will. I thought King Yu should have been disheartened, but I didn't expect to have the courage to go out. If Zajia meets King Yu next time, he will be brought to justice. The majesty of the former emperor!" Lian Fu flicked his sleeves, Lan Hua pinched his fingers, and said in a sharp voice with a bit of anger.
Ji Chengxue sighed softly. King Yu escaped from the imperial mausoleum, does he still want to make a comeback? He still has the seal set by Emperor Changfeng in the dragon spirit state, which cannot be broken by ordinary seventh-rank war saints. Without cultivation... What's the use of him as a mortal
"It was because of my father that I spared your life. I hope you don't do something stupid..." Ji Chengxue squeezed her fingers, her eyes became a little calm, and she murmured softly.
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Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen with the disc in his hand, and placed the dish on the dining table. After washing his hands, he sat down on the chair full of anticipation.
The disc is quite large, and what is inside is the rice bowl made of dragon blood rice.
The dragon blood beef rice bowl uses dragon blood rice and the tenderloin meat of the seventh-order spirit beast Youlongniu to cook together. This ingredient alone cannot be ignored.
The scalding hot air surges up, dense but not scattered, engulfed in a strong aroma of meat and rice.
Bu Fang picked up the blue and white porcelain spoon and scooped up a spoonful of dragon blood rice. The rice grains were plump and firm. Because of the surging heat, there seemed to be some slight water on it. The red rice was very eye-catching. Although the blood rice grows from being soaked in dragon's blood, it doesn't have the smell of dragon's blood, but has a fragrance like white rice.
That kind of fragrance is like milk slowly flowing in the heart, making people feel a little sweet in their hearts.
Putting this spoonful of dragon's blood rice into his mouth, Bu Fang raised his eyebrows and chewed it lightly. The grains of dragon's blood rice in his mouth were clearly separated, scrambling between his teeth and tongue.
Dragon blood rice is harder than ordinary rice, but it is more chewy, bouncing against the wall of the mouth, giving people a special feeling.
As soon as he entered the mouth, the rich essence erupted instantly, rushing from Bu Fang's mouth, washing over his whole body.
Although this spirit is not as good as the blood crown of the Kurosawa anaconda, it is already good.
Take another spoonful of the soup made by Youlong Beef, and pour the hot soup into your mouth. The hot soup is mixed with the dragon blood rice in your mouth, and the chewy Youlong Beef is also wandering in it. Fang Bufang was shocked all over.
Gently exhaling the heat, Bu Fang's mouth was trembling, it was really too hot.
But this hotness is the refreshing part of eating rice bowls. The scorching hotness of the entrance makes you want to stop. I want to die!
At this moment, Bu Fang was feeling the desire to die, the pain and joy, swallowing the hot soup in his mouth mixed with dragon's blood rice, the refreshing feeling made all the pores of his body unbearable Open slightly.
"Cool!" Bu Fang breathed out lightly, that kind of refreshing feeling of relief after swallowing a hot bowl of rice.
He licked his lips, and his tongue was slightly numb because of the hot feeling.
"Actually, this Yulong beef soup will taste even better if you add some chili peppers." Bu Fang bit the blue and white porcelain spoon, thought for a while, and muttered.
But Bu Fang doesn't really like chili very much. Many dishes he cooks are not very spicy, but chili is a very good condiment.
"In the future, adjust it according to the taste of the diners." Bu Fang pouted. He has the chili pepper, and the abyss chili sauce is still stored in his system space.
Instead of thinking about it, Bu Fang wholeheartedly began to enjoy the rice with dragon blood beef.
That appearance was indeed painful and joyful, but before it tasted delicious, he couldn't restrain it.
When he finished eating a bowl of donburi, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After touching his slightly distended stomach, Bu Fang curled up and lay down on the chair, even if he was lazy, he didn't want to move.
After settling for a long time, Bu Fangcai stood up, cleared the table, and returned to the kitchen. This is probably a new dish, and Bu Fang personally likes it a lot.
Dragon's Blood Beef Rice Bowl is nourishing and delicious.
After packing everything up, Bu Fang stretched, yawned, and went back upstairs. After taking a refreshing hot bath, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Eat and drink enough, get enough sleep, and get enough sleep.
In the early morning, Venus jumped out, excitedly blooming the brilliance of his body, and sprinkled the gentle light all over the earth.
As for Fang Fang's small shop in the alley, the door was also opened, revealing a sleepy Bu Fang.
His slender fingers were holding a porcelain plate, which contained the fragrant drunk pork ribs.
Putting the drunk pork ribs in front of Xiao Hei, Bu Fang patted Xiao Hei's head, yawned, pulled a chair, curled up on the chair, feeling the slightly icy chill.
On both sides of the long street in the imperial capital, there are already vendors in the morning market hawking.
A group of people wrapped in black, carrying a sedan chair, stopped at the entrance of the alley.
A figure walked up to the sedan chair. This figure covered his face with a black cloth and was wearing black warrior robes all over his body, apparently to conceal his identity...
But that shiny head and the ring scars on it... Well, if this girl stood in front of Bu Fang, Bu Fang would definitely be able to recognize it.
The novice opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and raised a figure from it with one hand.
"Fucking Zhao Musheng, you didn't let the little monk sleep well in the early morning, and let the little monk do such low-level things without the slightest technical content." The novice walked a few steps cursingly, and threw the figure to the ground. , glanced at the figure, stepped on the long and narrow snake tail, bent down, and said: "Listen, snake man, if you want to save your partner, go to Boss Bu, don't blame the little monk for not reminding you..."
Arnie, who was struggling on the ground, stared at the bald head with anger.
"Go early, or you'll have to wait in line..." The novice monk wiped his head, laughed, and walked away with the bearers.
Only the snake man Ani was left lying on the ground, gnashing his teeth.