780, just live
Yao Zhen said, "The people in Bloodyue Tower are still unreliable." Then seeing Chuyan with a bad complexion, he asked worriedly, "Miss Chuyan, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Yan's eyes were blank, "I have asked Wu Fei to send many letters to the master, but the master has not replied, the master..."
Yao Zhen thought that Chuyan was worried about his master's health, "Miss Chuyan, don't worry, Master Su Kang is taking care of him, and Master Su Kang is calm in his affairs, even if it is... he will send us a letter."
Chu Yan understood clearly and nodded, "Even if the master is in good health, why can't I get in touch? Is it true that I can't get in touch or the master doesn't want to respond..."
Suddenly, Chu Yan's voice stopped abruptly.
Yao Zhen said with a smile, "Miss Chuyan is too worried. The master likes the princess so much, how could he not respond? Maybe the master and the princess have already contacted, so they don't pass by us."
The bad premonition in Chu Yan's heart became stronger and stronger, but after thinking about it, she also felt that Yao Zhen's words made sense, so she felt relieved and nodded, "I hope so."
Zuo Gang said, "Then what should we do, should we continue to sit and wait for death."
Chu Yan's eyes turned cold, "What does it matter to us whether Nanyue Kingdom lives or dies? We just need to protect Marshal Zhao. Even if Nanyue Kingdom falls, the master can bring the princess or the whole family of the princess to Beili Kingdom. Or any country in this world."
"Yes." Zuo Gang understood.
Qingteng House continued to follow the steps and perform their own duties, so I didn't say anything.
During menstruation, Gu Qianxue was in pain for two whole days.
These two days were almost spent in bed, and she suddenly remembered that people often asked her what to do with dysmenorrhea in modern times, and she said that she drank brown sugar water and rested more.
Now I just want to slap myself in the mouth.
What brown sugar water to drink, just take Pain Relief Tablets!
It's really... too much to suffer.
Seeing Gu Qianxue get up, the dumb slave was very happy, and gestured with her hands - are you alright
Gu Qianxue nodded, "Yaya, can you get me some hot water, I want to wash my hair."
The dumb slave hurriedly agreed, and brought a large bucket of hot water in a short while.
Qian Xue washed her hair, wiped her body with a wet towel, and changed into clean clothes. Only then did she feel alive again.
During this period, the mute slave had already carried out the dirty clothes.
"Yaya, who always washes my dirty clothes?" Suddenly realizing this problem, it was easier to say in the past, but now... because of menstruation, I always feel embarrassed.
The dumb slave pointed to his nose.
"..." Qianxue was embarrassed, "Well... I will wash it myself next time, okay?"
The dumb slave shook his head.
"You watch from the side, I wash it myself?" Qian Xue said.
The dumb slave continued to shake his head.
Gu Qianxue knew that the dumb slave looked easy-going, but was actually very stubborn. No one could shake what she was sure of.
After thinking about it, Qian Xue had an idea, "Yaya, let me make you a delicious candy, a liquid candy called syrup."
When the dumb slave heard it, his eyes immediately became excited, and he nodded repeatedly.
Afterwards, the two went to the kitchen together.
Unlike the vast array of snacks in modern times, there were almost no snacks in ancient times.
Sweets are sweets, others are pastries.
As for sugar syrup, modern children are not rare for a long time, but I think it will not be available in Chuyan country, even if it is owned by Chuyan country, dumb slaves may not have seen it.
It's more novelty than delicious.
In order to make the sugar less fruity, Gu Qianxue added fruit juice.
The juice is still squeezed by the dumb slaves of Hercules, and then sugar and milk are added, and it is slowly boiled over a slow fire.
The fire should not be too high, otherwise the sugar will become bitter when it becomes mushy.
The dumb slave was happily jumping up and down beside him, while Gu Qianxue was concentrating on making it, firstly because he was afraid that the sugar would get mushy, and secondly because he continued to look for opportunities to send signals.
When Gu Qianxue turned off the fire and lifted the pot off the stove, she found that the dumb slave had disappeared.
Where did the dumb slave go
Qianxue narrowed her eyes and quickly looked around.
She knew that her time should not be wasted looking for dumb slaves. The kitchen was a very delicate place, because although it was underground, there were many ventilation holes. In ancient times, there was no modern vent with a blower to achieve the purpose of ventilation. Here, the cross-sectional area of the vent must be used to achieve the purpose of ventilation.
In other words, it is more likely to pass the signal.
Gu Qianxue mobilized her internal energy, allowing it to flow through her body, and her skin became extremely sensitive due to this internal energy.
She was feeling the subtle flow of air.
After a while, when she approached the inner end of the huge kitchen, she felt a strong air current.
is here!
Gu Qianxue was extremely excited. After checking that no one was there, she hurriedly took out her secret whistle and blew frantically.
While blowing the whistle and praying secretly, it must... must be discovered! must!
Just when Gu Qianxue was blowing vigorously, she heard footsteps.
Sighing faintly, Gu Qianxue hid the whistle in her clothes, returned to the stove and started processing the syrup.
The dumb slave came back, with an embarrassed look on his face, hesitantly gestured to Gu Qianxue—the master said... let you cook dinner, since you like to go to the kitchen, you should just cook dinner.
Although there is a kitchen in the basement, no one actually cooks here. The dumb slaves brought the meals and dishes prepared by the servants from the basement.
Hope was shattered, Gu Qianxue felt unspeakable sadness in her heart, forced a smile and said, "Isn't it just to prepare dinner, I will do it. But Yaya, come and taste the syrup, see if you like it."
As he spoke, he broke off the two chopsticks, dipped them in syrup and stirred them together.
This kind of gameplay was very popular in ancient China, even in modern times.
The dumb slave was surprised, as if he had discovered a new world, he also followed Gu Qianxue's example and broke the chopsticks, and began to stir up trouble.
At the beginning, the syrup was transparent, with milky white and light yellow, because of the milk and orange juice, but as it was stirred, the strands of syrup gradually lost their transparency, but slowly exuded a sweet smell.
"You can try it." Qianxue said softly.
The dumb slave nodded, then put the syrup in his mouth, and instantly, he burst into a smile.
She can't speak, but if she can speak, she will definitely praise it with a sweet voice—it's so delicious.
The smile on Gu Qianxue's face didn't hit her eyes, her eyes kept drifting towards the vent, and she sighed faintly.
the other side.
A believer dressed as a priest nodded with the guards, and walked out of the temple calmly. The setting sun in the evening was extremely dazzling, shining on his hat, casting shadows.
The priest returned home by car, changed clothes and rested.
But what no one knows is that just after nightfall, a person came out from the back door of the priest's house. That person was dressed in night clothes and had excellent lightness skills. After a while, he disappeared on the endless eaves, and the place where he disappeared was the blood moon. The building is in the base of East Holy City.
The man entered the courtyard, made a signal with the guards everywhere, and then entered the main hall under the guidance of Jue Shang.
"My lord," seeing the people in the room, the priest immediately knelt down on one knee. "Today, when my subordinate was inspecting the northwest corner of the Raging Fire Hall, I received a signal."
Lu Weilou suddenly stood up from the chair, "Really, you can't make a mistake, right?"
The killer's voice was firm, "Going back to the master will never be wrong, because the subordinate received the signal more than once, but...then the signal stopped abruptly, the subordinate became suspicious, and the target person was controlled."
Lu Weilou took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's okay, it's good to be alive."
781, dysgeusia