dhibooks Chapter 232 The Daily Life of the Emperor and His Majesty
Chapter 232 The Daily Life of the Emperor and His Majesty
Tang Yuanming and Wangchen looked at each other, which is strange, but they are sure that the child is still alive when there is no news, how can they be sure?
"My lord, may I ask, does your friend have any abilities that ordinary people can't match?"
Wei Yaoyi didn't understand what Tang Yuanming meant, "How do you say that?"
"How is he sure that this unmasked child is still alive?"
That's what Yan Ruling, the grandson of Yan's parents, told him, but he didn't tell him how to be sure, "Don't worry about it, you must still be alive anyway."
If that person really has that ability, he really wants to see it, "My lord, how old is this child now?"
"About 26 years old."
Tang Yuanming was very surprised, "After searching for so long, are you still looking?"
"Yes, the family has never given up."
Tang Yuanming lowered his head and thought for a while, "If this is the case, then there is really a way to try."
Wei Yaoyi was overjoyed, and found the right person to find Tang Yuanming, "What can I do?"
There was a hint of mystery in Tang Yuanming's words, "Use the power of will to find, but this method needs me to complete it with the monk, and I can't complete it with my own strength."
Wei Yaoyi turned to talk to Wangchen very naturally, "Wangchen, would you like to help?"
Wangchen didn't expect Wei Yaoyi to talk to him suddenly, he was a little embarrassed, "Of course I would."
Wei Yaoyi looked away again, just like ordinary friends, the affectionate eyes in the past seemed to be hallucinations, "Master Tang, when is it convenient to cast spells?"
Tang Yuanming shook his head secretly, what a perfect couple, they were going to be married, but they were suddenly ruined by a predestined person.
"There are a lot of specialties in casting this spell. First, your friend needs to bathe and change clothes every day, and then stand in front of the main hall, put his hands together and pray to heaven. For a month, the greater the belief, the greater the chance of finding it."
"It's not difficult to do this. I'll tell him when I get back, and I'll ask you to cast a spell in a month."
Tang Yuanming warned solemnly, "Remember, you must be sincere. If you are not sincere, your efforts will be wasted."
"I'll warn him."
"it is good."
……
behind the house.
"Hey, brother, there's a mirror here." Xiao Zhengyu quickly picked up the mirror from the dirt, and scraped the dirt off the mirror with his little hands.
Yan Ling and Hong Lian came together curiously to have a look.
The mirror is a bronze mirror, as big as Xiao Zhengyu's face. Although it was dug up from the soil, it feels very new. The carved mirror on it is simple and simple, showing a trace of right and wrong, like a god but not a god, like a demon but not a demon breath.
Honglian tilted her head to ask Yanling, "Can you see what's going on?"
Yan Ling shook his head, "I didn't feel anything, it should be an ordinary mirror."
Xiao Zhengyu gave the mirror to Xu Zhengfeng, "Brother, take a look at this mirror, it's very pretty."
Xu Zhengfeng took the mirror over and looked it back and forth, feeling very novel. There was no dirt on the mirror, and it was as clean as if it had just been washed with water.
Looking at his face in the mirror, he froze for a moment.
There seemed to be a figure in the mirror, and he looked back, did it happen that someone flew behind him with light work?
Glancing at the three children, "Did you see anyone just now?"
The three children shook their heads in unison.
Could it be that he was dazzled?
Xu Zhengfeng casually put the mirror aside, and continued digging the bamboo shoots, "You peel off the shells of these bamboo shoots, we take them back to pickle the sour bamboo shoots, and then I will ask Brother Ming to make sour bamboo shoots and fish for you to eat."
Yan Ling blinked his big eyes, "Is it delicious?"
Xiao Zhengyu rushed to answer, "Of course it's delicious. It's not like you don't know Brother Ming's cooking skills."
"That's right." Yan Ling picked up the bamboo shoots thrown by Xu Zhengfeng and peeled them, unconsciously becoming a lot more active.
He discovered one thing, eating can also increase cultivation.
While enjoying delicious food, while increasing cultivation, there is nothing better than this world.
Xu Zhengfeng dug more than [-] bamboo shoots in a row, which were big and tender, weighing about three catties each. After peeling off the shells of the bamboo shoots, the white and tender bamboo shoots were very pleasing.
Take the bamboo shoots back to the kitchen, use a knife to peel off the impurities on the surface of the bamboo shoots, wash and cut into long strips.
Xu Zhengfeng put the bamboo shoots in a clay pot, poured water over the noodles, added salt, Chinese prickly ash, Chanel and other spices, and then moved the pot to a cool corner to seal it up.
Clap your hands, "It's done."
Xiao Zhengyu patted the clay pot's stomach, "Brother, when can I eat it?"
Xu Zhengfeng pinched Xiao Zhengyu's cheeks, "A month later, little greedy cat, how can you still be greedy for so many delicacies?"
Xiao Zhengyu licked his lips, "Brother, I like to eat what you make."
These words are heart-warming, "As soon as the sour bamboo shoots are cooked, the elder brother will prepare something delicious for you."
"it is good."
Yan Ling and Hong Lian looked at each other, Xiao Zhengyu was too good at pleasing adults.
Immediately, they both coldly snorted and turned to the beginning, how could they have such a tacit understanding with him?
Xiao Zhengyu looked at Yanling, then at Honglian, really, they quarreled all the time, a hundred times a day.
After Xu Zhengfeng washed his hands, he glanced at the mirror he had casually placed on the chopping board before, picked it up and looked at it again.
It's a very special mirror, not like the kind used by ladies.
How did it fall in that soil?
Xu Zhengfeng shook his head, unable to figure it out, he casually took it and put it on the table in the room.
When the door was closed, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the mirror, and there was a young and handsome man in the room out of nowhere. The man was dressed in white, with a red belt and red hairband, which made his skin fairer and more handsome.
The man sized himself up and was very satisfied, "He looks pretty handsome this way, but I wonder if he can fascinate Xu Zhengfeng?"
Xu Zhengfeng, oh Xu Zhengfeng, you are the one that the demon world is vying to snatch, he has to strike first.
Hmph, no one wants to rob him.
……
The sea of consciousness.
Tang Yuanming took the three bowls of medicine that had been placed on the medicine shelf before, and used gauze to filter out the impurities, and then continued to boil them on the fire.
Another three pots were set up to make new concoction.
The scent of the medicine in the pharmacy is getting stronger and stronger, and there is still a layer of white mist.
While pounding the medicine, Xu Zhengfeng chatted with Tang Yuanming, "I'd rather we were trying to cook delicious food than boil medicine."
Tang Yuanming turned his head and smiled at him, "You can also regard what we are doing now as cooking food, but this food is for detoxification."
Xu Zhengfeng couldn't help laughing and said, "I really can't numb myself with such a strong smell of medicine."
Tang Yuanming smiled badly, and teased, "If you don't like the smell of this medicine, you can come and smell me."
Xu Zhengfeng glanced at him, "You also smell like medicine, how could it be better than this?"
Tang Yuanming blinked meaningfully, "You've heard it, don't you know?"
Xu Zhengfeng turned his face away shyly, "You should be serious."
Tang Yuanming deliberately did not answer, and distorted his meaning, "I am dispensing medicine, how can I not be serious, Zhengfeng, what are you thinking?"
Xu Zhengfeng changed another kind of medicine and continued to pound it, without changing his face, he said, "I didn't think about anything, my thoughts are very pure."
"Really?" Tang Yuanming's ending was a little long, full of disbelief.
There is a husband who always likes to tease him, Xu Zhengfeng is also helpless, "Hurry up and get down to business, stop joking."
Tang Yuanming pretended to be innocent, "I've always been doing business."
Xu Zhengfeng glanced at him, and stopped talking, as he was repeatedly gaining the upper hand, so it's better not to say anything.
……
Royal Palace.
Chaohua Palace.
The palace exudes a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, which refreshes the heart and spleen.
Lan Mingyu sat on a chair with a book in his hand.
The bridge of the nose is high and the lips are red, and the outline of the side face is angular but soft.
In the elegant misty candlelight, the lips as graceful as cherry blossoms, the skin as delicate as porcelain, every part is so exciting.
A suit of white clothes further accentuated his tall and straight figure. The reason for his many years of martial arts practice was that although his body looked thin, it was not fragile.
Wei Yaoqi walked into the palace, saw the picture of a quiet and handsome man in front of him, and unconsciously lost his mind.
Thinking of him as the king of a country, he has never seen any beauties and men, but when he saw Ming Yu, he was still deeply fascinated by him.
Sensing keenly that there was an extra breath in the room, Lan Mingyu raised her head, "Qi, are you done?"
Walking towards Wei Yaoqi while talking, there is a feeling that my husband is waiting for my husband to come home.
Wei Yaoqi clasped Lan Mingyu's narrow waist, lowered his head and kissed fiercely, the silvery white threads overflowed from the corners of Lan Mingyu's lips ambiguously.
Lan Mingyu suffocated slightly, and gently pushed Wei Yaoqi's chest.
Wei Yaoqi stretched out his tongue to suck away the sweetness from his beloved's mouth, and then let go of him, holding his shoulders and sitting by the bed, "Mingyu is waiting for me?"
Lan Mingyu waited until he had recovered his breath before speaking, "Who are you waiting for?"
Wei Yaoqi looked at Lan Mingyu, who was full of coquettish brows, and an uncontrollable heat rushed to his lower abdomen, his voice was tinged with a dull color, very provocative, "Mingyu, shall we go take a bath?"
Lan Mingyu didn't know what his plan was, so she directly refused, "I've already bathed."
Wei Yaoqi leaned close to Lan Mingyu's ear and whispered in a very sexy voice, "Mingyu, take a bath with me again."
The warm breath penetrated directly into the ears, and the ambiguity quickly spread to the whole body. Lan Mingyu's body softened slightly, "Qi, your body..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Yaoqi blocked his mouth domineeringly, picked him up and walked to the bathroom.
When peony flowers die, it is also romantic to be a ghost.
Lan Mingyu gradually fell under Wei Yaoqi's gentle and domineering offensive, and had already forgotten what she was going to do.
The water waves in the bathroom swayed violently, accompanied by two heavy intertwined breaths and the rising air temperature, even the candlelight at the side became shy.
Wei Yaoqi hugged Lan Mingyu softly onto the bed.
And Wei Yaoqi was in good spirits, like a well-fed wolf, and kissed Lan Mingyu on the forehead, "Mingyu, sleep well."
Lan Mingyu was very tired, and said in a daze, "Qi, take the medicine, it's on the table, I've already taken it out for you."
Wei Yaoqi's heart suddenly softened into a mess, and he was as gentle as water, "Okay, I'll eat right away, don't worry."
"Well, then I... fell asleep."
Wei Yaoqi rubbed his hair, his deep eyes were doting, "Go to sleep, I'm tired."
"Um……"
Wei Yaoqi took the medicine and climbed onto the bed, and the person who hugged Nuan Nuan also fell asleep.