So he began to compete and plunder, and his father gradually began to take him seriously. From the moment he was declared as his right-hand man by his father, he was deeply convinced that only by robbing and plundering can you get what you want!
The Hun prince looked at the broken pieces of the wine glass, both large and small, on the ground. He squatted down, picked up one of the pieces, looked at the pieces in his hand carefully with a smile, and finally threw it aside with a look of disdain on his lips: "This is what belongs to the capital." fragile.
In the prime minister's house.
Xiaocui and Xiangyue were here, and during the period after she left, matters related to her grandfather's funeral were handled very well.
Xiangyu returned to the prime minister's house, forced to throw away everything the Hun prince said to her, deal with some follow-up matters about her grandfather, and keep vigil for her grandfather.
Cen Nuo, who had been summoned by the emperor for a whole day, rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as he left the palace.
As soon as Cen Nuo entered the house, he saw Xiang Yu's thin back. He walked forward slowly and stayed with Xiang Yu's vigil all night.
At dawn the next day, Xiang Yu and Cen Nuo buried their grandfather together, and buried their grandfather next to their grandmother.
Xiang Yu looked at the coffin that was slightly submerged in soil, and what the Hun Prince said to her suddenly appeared in her mind.
She clasped her hands together tightly: "Grandpa, don't worry, even if a Hun prince comes between me and Cen Nuo, I will definitely cherish this hard-won relationship with Cen Nuo."
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu supporting his body with almost perseverance, gently hugged Xiang Yu, hugged Xiang Yu into his solid chest, and whispered in Xiang Yu's ear: "No matter what the future holds, I will The king will always stand by your side."
Xiang Yu leaned his head on Cen Nuo's chest and nodded.
"Well, I believe you."
After the burial, Xiang Yu stayed in front of his grandfather's grave all morning. It wasn't until the scorching sun shone on the earth at noon that Xiang Yu, accompanied by Cen Nuo, returned to the house with a growling stomach.
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu's pale little face with an absent-minded look, gently pinched Xiang Yu's soft and waxy little face, and said dotingly: "Little feather, I want to eat it one time, you see." That bunny pastry you arrived?”
Cen Nuo's words and the slight pain on her cheek brought Xiang Yu back to her senses. She looked at Cen Nuo questioningly: "Master Seven, can you really do it?"
Although he knew that Cen Nuo was very powerful, she still couldn't imagine that a rough man who had been fighting all year round could make such exquisite pastries.
Cen Nuo saw through Xiang Yu's doubts and pinched Xiang Yu's cheeks a little harder: "If I don't personally show Xiao Yu my skills, Xiao Yu will not believe me."
Listening to Cen Nuo's words, Xiang Yu always felt that Cen Nuo was driving, and she had evidence.
Showing cooking skills means showing cooking skills, why use the word technology.
When Cen Nuo saw Xiang Yu, who was stunned and didn't know what to think, he put one hand behind his back and held Xiang Yu's delicate little hand with the other and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
Xiangyu let Cen Nuo pull him forward: "Master Seven, your little feather suspects that you are driving and there is evidence."
A smile appeared on Cen Nuo's lips and he asked, "Driving?"
Xiang Yu immediately transformed into a popular science expert and said: "Driving, in layman's terms, means involving H or more obscure H when speaking."
Cen Nuotou looked at the woman who was more than one head lower than him. She was petite but contained huge power in her body: "Did the king's words just now involve H? Why didn't the king know?"
As a writer who was afraid of being banned, so he played on the sidelines. Xiangyu nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, the word "technology" just mentioned by Seven is just a sideline."
"Seven, when you show your cooking skills to your little feather, you just said that you can show off your cooking skills, but you actually used the word "showing skills." Seven, I didn't expect that you, who looks so cold and innocent, would actually do it in broad daylight. Your little feather drives.”
When Xiang Yu said this, he turned into a pout and said: Seventh Prince, you are really not reserved or pure at all.
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu's expressive face and tapped Xiang Yu's head lovingly: "In my opinion, Xiao Yu has a dirty mind."
Xiang Yu covered his head, his eyes immediately filled with tears: "Little Nono, your attack is too harsh."
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu hugging his head and crying, and said with a smile: "This is Xiao Yu's punishment for driving. From now on, whenever Xiao Yu drives, I will hit Xiao Yu's head as punishment."
The tears in Xiang Yu's eyes disappeared instantly. How could that be done? Wouldn't it be impossible to see Cen Nuo's shy appearance
Xiang Yu said to Cen Nuo in a threatening tone: "Master Seven, are you sure how cruel you are going to be to your little feather?"
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu's threatening look and said thoughtfully: "If Xiao Yu doesn't want you to run away from home, then I don't care."
When Xiang Yu heard this, he immediately pursed his lips and shut up.
Although she wanted to see Cen Nuo look angry and shy when she was teasing him, but judging from the current situation, it was still important to protect her waist.
But as the saying goes: You can’t lose momentum when you lose.
So Xiang Yu, who had lost, puffed up his chest and glared at Cen Nuo with a kingly aura: Seventh Master, don't think that I will surrender just like that.
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu's angry and threatening look, with the corners of his eyes and eyebrows raised.
The two of them arrived at the kitchen fighting like this.
When Xiang Yu arrived at the kitchen, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
At this time, the flour for making bunny rabbits, food coloring and other materials are all available on the stove in the kitchen. At a glance, you can tell that Cen Nuo has prepared them a long time ago.
Xiang Yu turned to look at Cen Nuo, who had a smile on his face: "Master Seven, you are tricking your little feather again."
Cen Nuo's eyebrows rose: "If I don't use tricks, how can Little Feather follow me obediently?"
Xiang Yu heard this and expressed his agreement: the routine has been popular since ancient times.
Cen Nuo walked to the stove: "Little Feather, can you make a fire?"
Xiang Yu walked to the stove and nodded: "Your little feather is not an eldest lady who doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers."
So Xiang Yu started to light the fire, and Cen Nuo put on his armbands to reveal his muscular arms and started kneading flour.
Xiang Yu took advantage of the time when the fire was burning vigorously and looked at Cen Nuo, who was now pressing his thin lips into a straight line, with a serious look on his face, and was kneading the dough in his hands very rhythmically.
Cen Nuo's soft black hair slipped from his cheeks and fell on his solid, flat shoulders. The sunlight outside the kitchen fell on Cen Nuo through the window in the kitchen, making Cen Nuo's long and curled eyelashes droop. A semi-arc-shaped shadow like a crescent moon fell on his charming face.
Looking at Cen Nuo's appearance of looking very good even when kneading dough, I complained in my heart: Sure enough, whatever good-looking people do is pleasing to the eye!
Perhaps her gaze was too passionate, so she stared at Cen Nuo for a while, and Cen Nuo raised his head and looked at her with a crescent moon.
(End of chapter)