Mu Liufeng quickly dispersed the smoke and dust, only to see Ouyang Shaochen holding Murong Xue into the Zhaoning Hall, and a hidden guard appeared out of thin air, guarding the Zhaoning Hall heavily.
If he wants to break into Zhaoning Palace, he must defeat these hidden guards!
The hidden guards are all elites of the Xiaoyao Palace, all of them are highly skilled in martial arts, Mu Liufeng is not afraid of one or two, he can handle three or four, and it doesn't matter if there are five or six. I really have no chance of winning...
The birthday cake made by Murong Xue is very unique and delicious. The one called steak, made by her hands, must be beautiful and delicious, but unfortunately, he won't be able to eat it for the time being!
Ouyang Shaochen is really a cheapskate!
However, Murong Xue is the daughter of the Marquis of Zhen Guo, and sooner or later he will leave the Zhaoning Palace. He will wait nearby, and when Murong Xue comes out, he will ask Murong Xue to make him a steak. Without Zhaoning Hall, he would not be able to eat steak...
The corner of Mu Liufeng's mouth curled up in a triumphant arc, he opened the folding fan with a 'swipe', fanned it lightly, and walked leisurely towards the gazebo...
Su Nanxiang's small face was pale and bloodless, and she looked at Zhaoning Palace for a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with tears: Ouyang Shizi actually walked into Zhaoning Palace with Murong Xue in his arms, so close, so intimate, she never dreamed of enjoying...
For more than ten years, Shizi has always treated her indifferently. No matter how she pleases him, he always keeps a distance from her, and the tone of his speech is full of indifference and alienation...
How is she any worse than Murong Xue? Why does Shizi treat her like this
'Zi! 'A faint green smoke drifted away, and the small kitchen was full of aroma.
Murong Xue was holding a wooden tong and slowly frying the beef in the pot. With a serious and careful look, Ouyang Shaochen outside the door slightly curled the corner of his mouth: "Do you need my help?"
"No need, it will be ready soon." Murong Xue said with a smile, took out the fried beef, poured the soup on it, put vegetables on it, and two servings of steaming beef came out of the oven.
Murong Xue cut the steak into pieces, brought it out of the small kitchen, brought it into the outer room of Zhaoning Hall, placed it in front of Ouyang Shaochen, said proudly: "Taste it."
Ouyang Shaochen used to celebrate his birthday by eating longevity noodles and other Chinese styles. After more than ten years, there was nothing new, so she made him a birthday cake and steak, and let him have a Western-style meal. birthday.
This plate of steak is fried steak, and the steak is served with vegetables, which is considered nutritionally balanced.
Ouyang Shaochen picked up the small fork on the table, forked a small piece of steak, put it in his mouth and chewed it lightly, the faint meaty aroma instantly permeated the whole mouth, he nodded slightly: "It tastes good."
"Eat more if you like it." Murong Xue said with a smile, sitting opposite Ouyang Shaochen, fork a small piece of beef.
Steaks are most delicious when they are medium-rare, but the ancients liked cooked food, and Ouyang Shaochen certainly doesn't like to eat bloody meat, so the steak she fried is fully cooked, and the soup is mixed with the aroma of beef. The delicacy on the table is also one of her favorite foods in modern times, and when she eats steak, she also likes to drink some red wine.
Murong Xue curled her mouth, took out two luminous glasses, poured a glass of wine for her and Ouyang Shaochen each, the red wine exuded a charming atmosphere under the pale golden sunlight.
Ouyang Shaochen raised his eyebrows: "Where did you get the wine?" Xiaoyao Wangfu also had wine, but he didn't like it very much, so he threw it in the corner of the wine cellar and ignored it.
"I brewed it myself. It tastes great with steak. Try it." Murong Xue said with a smile, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip: her red wine is made from grapes and rock sugar, and the procedure is simple , you can drink it in a month, although the taste is not as good as those professionally prepared red wines, it is not bad...
Ouyang Shaochen took a sip of the red wine suspiciously, the faint aroma of grapes, mixed with the aroma of beef, was particularly pleasant: the taste was really good.
"Happy birthday, son." Murong Xue said with a smile, picked up the wine glass, touched Ouyang Shaochen's, and drank the red wine in the glass slowly.
Looking at her smiling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flickered, and he said casually: "Do you often celebrate other people's birthdays like this?"
Murong Xue shook her head: "No, you are the first."
In modern times, she has participated in many birthday parties. Their birthday cakes, red wine and so on are all custom-made. She only needs to go there with gifts, so there is no need to go to such trouble.
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curved gracefully, and he held up the luminous cup: "I respect you, I like the birthday banquet you made for me very much."
"Just as long as you like it." Murong Xue smiled and clinked glasses with Ouyang Shaochen slightly, and finished drinking a glass of wine slowly. Just as she put down the glass, her head suddenly felt dizzy. She couldn't help but close her eyes and rub rubbed his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her puzzled, only to see that her bright little face seemed to be dyed with rouge, showing a little bit of red...
"A little dizzy!" Murong Xue said in a low voice, her dizziness became even worse, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her eyes were spinning: She is... drunk! In modern times, she would drink half a bottle of red wine without changing her expression. Now she is so drunk after only drinking two glasses. This body's alcohol capacity is really bad...
People with cold poison have poor physique, poor appetite, and naturally poor alcohol intake!
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled into an almost invisible arc, and he said softly, "Take a break."
Murong Xue shook her head: "No need, the son's birthday is almost over, I'm going back to Zhen Guohou's residence."
Murong Xue stood up staggeringly, her feet were light, she staggered a few times, and went straight to one side...
"Be careful." Ouyang Shaochen hugged her waist, helped her into his arms, looked at her misty eyes and bright red face, and frowned: "You are so drunk , how can I go back to the Hou Mansion?"
"I'll go back in a carriage, and when I get to the Hou's mansion, just let Hongxiu and Anxiang help me back to Luoxue Pavilion." Murong Xue said weakly, and gently pushed Ouyang Shaochen: You Wuhen is guarding in secret, Zhen Guohou's mansion Those people didn't dare to do anything while she was drunk...
The soft and boneless little hand touched Ouyang Shaochen's chest. Through the thin clothes, Ouyang Shaochen could clearly feel that the softness and delicateness of the little hand gently lifted his long-silent heart...
His pitch-black pupils were as deep as ink in an instant, and he looked down at Murong Xue with a hoarse voice: "Xue'er, it's my birthday today, it seems like you haven't given me any substantial present yet?"
Murong Xue ate more than half of the birthday cake, and the steak was also eaten up. There is nothing to prove that Murong Xue celebrated his birthday...