Duan Yu sent Qiao Feng aside to wait, and ordered people to bring a lot of exquisite dishes.
"It's all what you like to eat, try it."
Duan Yu gave Qing Qiao a piece of stewed eel, with a full face of pampering.
"Why do you have to prepare a big table to eat every time we meet?"
Qing Qiao was a little strange.
"If you don't prepare some delicious food in advance, how can you keep Xiao Qiao?" Duan Yu slowly removed the scallion on the eel segment, and wrote lightly, "You always refuse to put me in your eyes. "
As soon as this line came out, Qing Qiao immediately had the illusion that she was acting in a Korean drama—those handsome males and males all liked such a female pig: "Let's go, brother will buy you delicious food." Then the silly female pig Most of them will be kidnapped.
Omg, dare she be similar to the female pigs, she looks like she can't get enough to eat on weekdays
"Protest!" Qing Qing puffed up her cheeks, "He's just good at enjoying himself!"
"Why not enjoy it?" Duan Yu stared at her deeply, his eyes were thick and hard to melt, "If you like food, I will find you the best chef in the world; if you like flowers, I will cook for you in the palace." If you like gold, silver and jewellery, I will present the entire Duan Clan's treasury in front of you—in short, whatever you want, I will prepare for you."
Speaking of this, he paused suddenly, and lowered the corners of his eyes silently: "... If the thing you like doesn't exist in this world, then I will make it if I make it!" determined.
omg, Prince Duan took the wrong medicine today? Or just in time for puberty
Qing Qiao was made uneasy by the words that she swore, so she could only blushed and stammered: "...why, why did my lord treat me like this, because it's not worth it for Xiao Qiao..."
"...Of course it's not for you." Duan Yu raised his face quickly, showing his white teeth with a smile, "I'm just full, I'm fine, I'm just teasing you~~"
It took at least half an hour to eat this meal, and Qiao Feng just stood in the corner watching for half an hour.
"You just let people stand there all the time?" Qing Qiao frowned, leaned closer and complained to Duan Yu in a low voice, "Don't ask the hero to come over and have a bite
. "
"For a cook, watching people eat his dishes is enough enjoyment." Duan Yuzheng was enjoying his meal without even raising his head.
Fuck you, this fellow is starting to be egotistical again.
Qing Qiao rolled his eyes at him, then raised his face and smiled charmingly at Qiao Feng: "Where is the hero Qiao now?"
Qiao Feng rubbed his hands together, with an embarrassed look on his face: "I haven't been back to the Central Plains for ten years. Except for this dish of garlic and white meat, all other skills have regressed. Now I can only work as a cook in this 'Youjian Inn', and make a living with me. eat."
Ah - ah, hero, hero, down, soul!
In Qing Qiao's life, the worst thing to see is a beautiful woman's twilight, a hero who is down and out doing something tragic, and his heart suddenly rose with great pride: "Don't worry, wait for me to mention a few words for you and hang it at the door. Within three days, I will guarantee that you will be popular, and everyone will line up to eat." You cook!"
"...is there such a god?"
Qiao Feng was completely skeptical about this.
Duan Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, probably thinking of something.
"...Don't worry, it will definitely work." Qing Qiao was good-tempered, and continued to smile sweetly at Qiao Feng, "I'm in the capital, uh... I'm quite famous in the pork industry in the capital. Back then, it was because I mentioned it on a broken pot. With just eight words, the price of meat across the country has risen three times. Later, many pork vendors stuffed thank you letters into my house, which made my house burn paper every day. The Avalokitesvara of the pork world…”
Duan Yu laughed out loud.
"...In short, my appreciation of pork is not so strong," Bai Duanyu glanced at, and Qing Qiao continued to talk without changing his expression, "At that time, you just need to tell everyone that this is written by the future Princess Duan, Gu Qingqiao. …”
Duan Yu immediately gave her a sad look.
After Qiao Feng listened to the extravagant bragging, he hurried to fetch the Four Treasures of the Study, and offered them with both hands.
Concentrate, calm down.
Well, the future princess is in deep thought
.
Take a deep breath, pick up your pen—
Ah, the future princess is inspired, and a good poem that will be passed down through the ages is about to be born!
——I saw Gu Qingqiao flicked a large brush, and swiped a line of big characters on the rice paper:
"If you love her, take her to eat garlic and white meat."
Coming out of Youjian Inn, Qing Qiao was in a very good mood and wanted to tease "Zuo Qing".
"Don't you not care about this horse from the Western Regions?" Duan Yu smiled and looked at her with distant eyes.
"Cultivate a relationship." Qing Qiao hurriedly acted coquettishly to please her, "After marrying you in the future, don't you want to see it often? Now let's get acquainted."
Duan Yu seemed to be very pleased with this remark, and immediately ordered someone to bring "Zuo Qing" to him, comforted him personally, and then handed over the reins to her:
"This horse is very fierce, you don't need to control it, just lead it around."
Qing Qiao smiled and nodded, pulled the horse and ran away.
Duan Yu watched the beautiful woman's back go away, but the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually dropped, and replaced with a stern face like ice. He cast his gaze far into the sky, seemingly in a trance.
"Punishment four."
He called softly.
"Zuo Qing" walked slowly in the woods, followed by a slow-moving little girl.
Weak girl, turtle! Shenju despises this silly girl very much, but the Yudai River is so beautiful, winding like silver in the hands of a goddess, so he simply walked with her.
"Xiaoqing, do you like this place?" The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling.
Xiaoqing? Did you call me
The horse twitched.
"Why did you come here?" The girl turned her head to it, her tone serious, "Aren't horses supposed to gallop on the prairie?"
Shenju has not recovered from his new name, Wu Lei, and ignores her
.
"Oh, I forgot, you were sent here as a tribute." The girl suddenly felt melancholy, "... So you didn't do it voluntarily, just like me."
Shenju snorted, thinking that I was looking for unrivaled heroes everywhere to surrender me, how could it be the same as you, a vulgar mountain girl
The girl stretched out her hand, smoothed its flawless, fresh and flowing mane, and murmured, "Do you want to go home?"
Shenju shook his head chicly, thinking that this idiot is talking crazy again, my master is so refined, as perfect as my mane, naturally I am willing to accompany him.
But the girl burst out laughing: "Why, you don't want to leave Prince Duan? Do you like him?"
Shenju raised her head high, her face full of shame—what do you know about movies, little girl, I call it worship and admiration.
"...Maybe, your master is a good person." The girl's eyes gradually blurred, "He went to such great lengths to find me Qiao Feng... I... shouldn't..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered, and finally became too weak to be heard.
Shenju was about to despise the silly girl in front of him, but suddenly pricked up his ears vigilantly—
someone is coming! Hearing the sound of footsteps and metal, it seemed to be a group of strangers with weapons, so it immediately shook its head and tried to break free.
Sensing its uneasiness, Qing Qiao's voice became a little flustered: "Xiaoqing, what's wrong?"
"Be careful!"
Suddenly a group of black-clothed guards descended from the sky and surrounded her tightly, with their backs facing inward and their blades facing outward.
"Don't be afraid, it's an assassin from the Manduo sect." One of them turned to look at her, and it turned out to be Qiao Feng who met at the Lantern Festival (do you remember to go back and read Chapter 5), "We are ordered by the prince to protect safety. "
Yo, the master is here.
Qing Qiao had a deep memory of the hero's "Shadow Drifting Technique" and "Sophora Flower Pointing Stool Hand" at the beginning, and she immediately felt relieved.
Yay, wait, mantou teacher? When did I provoke such a strange sect
!
Soon, Wu Yiwei fought with a group of masked men in white. The numbers on both sides were about the same, but Wu Yiwei gradually gained the upper hand because of the sturdy Qiao Daxia.
Trapped under a big tree, Qing Qiao didn't escape, and it seemed that there was no need to escape. She just held the rein of "Zuo Qing" and stood under the tree staring blankly.
Black and white, white and black, these two colors are in front of me now. It's a bit monotonous to sway back and forth.
She thought idly.
No wonder it is called the Mantou Sect. It turns out that all the members of the sect are wearing white robes, just like a group of big white steamed buns that have just been steamed out of the pot.
But isn't the white robe very impatient with dirt? How many sets of clothes do you have to change after fighting like this all day long! It seems that their leader must be a bt who likes to be arty and ignorant of the sufferings of the world.
Duan Yu is still shrewd. You see, the guards are called Wuyiwei, and they all wear black clothes—bleeding? Just dry; dusty? Just play it; killing people and setting fire at night can also be done without anyone noticing, which saves money and is environmentally friendly. Do you think it is the best choice
Just as she was thinking wildly, someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder.
Qing Qiao turned her head around, and saw a sinister and handsome face.
"Little sister, what are you doing here?" The owner of that face asked her, with an unruly smile, which seemed a little naughty.
"... Watching the fight." She looked at his pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed familiar, and lost her mind for a moment.
"Oh, so it was a fight." The ruffian man nodded, suddenly realizing.
So both of them remained silent and watched the battle silently.
"By the way, why are they fighting?" the ruffian man asked again suddenly, with great interest.
"For me." Qing Qiao blurted out, and then felt annoyed at her quick talk.
"What's the matter for you?" The man was relentless, as if he wanted to break the casserole and ask the end.
"Is this..."
sigh, turn your head
.
"—Because I'm as beautiful as a flower, people love cars and cars, and their boss fell in love with me at first sight, and wanted to snatch me as a concubine." Qing Qiao pointed to the group of men in white with her left hand.
"—But the little girl already has a marriage contract, and her fiancé is also a person of considerable status, so she sent someone to fight with them." Qing Qiao pointed to the man in black over there with her right hand.
While speaking, he was full of pride, and he had a sense of style of a weather forecaster pointing out the country in front of the satellite cloud image.
"Oh, that's how it is." The ruffian smiled, but his facial muscles were a little stiff.
So continue to watch the battle silently.
"Dare to ask the little beauty's name?"
"Me? Why bother with a mere name, the little girl's name is Ding Ding."
"Oh, what a coincidence! My name is Dangdang, aren't we a natural match?"
"..." You can blurt out such shameless strike-up words from this big brother, admiring you.
"Why, sister Ding Ding doesn't like the name Brother Dangdang?"
"...No, the name Big Brother is very good. It is easy to understand, catchy and reveals a bit of cuteness. It is actually one of the few masterpieces in the name world that can rival the name of the little sister!"
"... Sister Ding Ding, you are so cute."
"Where is it, it is far from comparable to Brother Dangdang."
Huh, this kind of conversation is really tiring, let's take a breath and wipe off the sweat.
"But Sister Ding Ding, it's wrong for you to hide it from me." The ruffian man suddenly grabbed her hand tightly, and said in a voice that hurt her to the bone, "My dear sister, you obviously robbed the sacred object of my brother's teaching. Why don't you know how to return it?"
There was a sudden sharp pain in her wrist, as if thousands of ants were biting her. Before Qing Qiao called for help, she felt that darkness was attacking her.
—Brother Dangdang, have you practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw
Before she passed out, she really wanted to ask a question.