Only then did Huang Rong see clearly that there was a little bit of honey stuck to the slender mouthparts in front of the mouths of these bees, and then dripped into the celadon bowl.
There was half a bowl of water in the bowl, and a layer of yellow honey was already dripping from the bottom of the bowl.
This swarm of bees was caught by Jingzhou from the ancient tomb.
After he came to this world, the centipede on his wrist came to life.
This centipede could control swarms of insects, so he came up with the idea of trying to control the jade bees in the ancient tomb.
In the original work, the Seven Quanzhen Sons suffered greatly from the jade bee, and Zhao Zhijing died tragically from bee venom.
Later, he discovered that the centipede could really control the swarms of bees, so he brought a nest back and placed it by the window of his house.
This Yufeng is a good thing. Not only is it dense, fresh and sweet, but it can also be used against enemies.
When he went there, he didn’t know whether Xiao Longnu was taken back to the ancient tomb. It would be a pity if I came to this world a few years later and could still take a look at that human fairy, Leng Meier.
Because there were bees in the house, Huang Rong did not dare to speak loudly for fear of angering the group of jade bees. She stood in front of the door and watched for a long time before she whispered:
"My boss, are you there? My boss?"
Huang Rong was still thinking about her sweet and sour fish and wanted Jing Zhou to see her cooking skills.
This guy, the fish he ate yesterday was actually said to be delicious. He is really a country bumpkin who has never seen it in the market.
She cooked whatever dishes she wanted, and they were much more delicious than those cooked by Lao Wangtou!
Huang Rong glanced inside a few times. The room was not small, and it was empty all around. Only a few bookshelves in the middle blocked her sight.
"The layout of this house is a bit strange. It's very different from the one on Peach Blossom Island." Huang Rong whispered, and when no one responded to her, she walked inside.
When she arrived in front of the bookshelf, she saw clearly that behind the bookshelf was a table with a stack of paper on it, and behind the table was an empty bed.
"Haha, this bastard is not here. Let me see what the hell you wrote like a talisman." Huang Rong clapped her hands with a trace of amusement on her face.
Since there was no one there, she boldly looked through the things on Jingzhou's table.
Linjiangxian·Lingyu
I remember wearing makeup in the mirror and thousands of plum blossoms surrounding the red building. The hair is tied together with the hair on the temples. Crazy golden strands of music, phoenix-headed sentences.
The warm smoke of the magpie tripod trembles, and the majestic and majestic scent of the tea pot curls up. Luanxiao returns to the old sorrow. Who can complain about the secret of spring's hatred?
After reading the lyrics, Huang Rong only felt that there was a very beautiful girl in front of her who was thinking about her: "I wonder which girl Lingyu is? Could it be Xiao Ling'er's lady? By the way, where does this bastard look all day long? You might have some bad thoughts in mind when you send someone a message. This bastard’s mind moves too fast and he’s not a good person!”
"Let's take a look at what he wrote below. What this guy wrote still has some literary talent."
Putting this poem aside, Huang Rong looked at the following things again.
"Bah, I knew this bastard was not a good person. He, how could he draw something so embarrassing..."
Underneath the song "Linjiang Immortal" was a painting, which showed a beautiful woman with a half-unbuttoned shirt, and her alluring body was looming, which made Huang Rong blush instantly.
She had never seen this kind of painting before, and she only felt ashamed and angry.
Huang Rong looked around again to make sure there was no one there. Her mind returned to the painting and she thought to herself: "Could this woman be Lingyu? Hmm, let me take a few more looks. Anyway, there is no one in this room."
As she watched, she actually felt a sense of inferiority.
"How could there be such a person~"
Huang Rong lowered her head and looked at her soft spot, murmured in a low voice, and then turned to the next piece of paper.
"he......"
Immediately, Huang Rong's eyes widened and her face turned red and hot.
"Does the painting look good?"
"Good-looking, um...when did you come?"
Reacting to Jing Zhou's voice, Huang Rong quickly hid the painting behind her back, feeling frightened and frightened.
She was paying attention outside just now, but she didn't notice Jing Zhou standing behind her.
If this bastard found out that he was looking at that kind of painting, wouldn't it give him another excuse?
At this time, Huang Rong was in a panic.
Seeing the embarrassment on the face of the girl in front of him, Jingzhou said with a smile: "It's not good to peek at other people's things. If you haven't taken them out yet, could it be that you think the paintings I painted are too beautiful and you are reluctant to part with them?"
Jing Zhou was quite confident in his painting skills. Although he painted a lot on weekdays, he was just enjoying himself.
Unexpectedly, the first person to see his great work was Huang Rong.
"I didn't peek, I, I came... I came... to ask you to come down for dinner.
Thinking of her purpose of coming here, Huang Rong hardened her tone, raised her head and looked into Jing Zhou's eyes and said, "It's already past midnight and you haven't gotten up yet. The sweet and sour fish I made for you won't be delicious when it gets cold. I'm here." I asked you to go down for dinner!"
This girl refuses to admit it. Jingzhou is afraid that if he insists on this topic, he will make Huang Rong anxious.
"Okay, isn't it just a painting? Seeing that you like it so much, I'll give it to you, Master. This painting is hard to find, and there is only one in the world!"
This painting is not only hard to find, but also a priceless treasure in the eyes of people of the same faith!
If a senior official from Ximen came across it, it could be sold for at least two thousand gold.
If Zeng Shushu were to see, ahem, three-legged rabbits, long-haired turtles, tailless hedgehogs, take whichever one you like, pick whatever you like!
As long as Feng Huifeng has it, except for Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, I'm afraid he can take it out!
If Feng Huifeng doesn't have it, he will try his best to get it for you!
"I got a treasure from the young master for nothing. Feng Rong, why don't you hurry up and get a few more dishes for the young master? Whose jade flute listens to falling plum blossoms, Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night, how can one dish be enough for the young master to eat?"
Jingzhou remembered that when Huang Rong saw Guo Jing for the first time, she ordered four fruits, four dried fruits, and four candied fruits in one go. The dishes even included lychee white kidneys, fried mandarin duck tripe, and deer tripe stuffed with Jiangyao. After all, why is it that when I get here, it’s just a dry dish of sweet and sour fish?
Could it be that Guo Juxia is tall and thick and has an amazing appetite?
Hearing Jingzhou's words, Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, put the painting behind her on her chest, and trotted out quickly.
She felt her skin was getting hot now that someone had discovered such an embarrassing thing.
Huang Rong ran to the kitchen by accident and then realized: "How does this bastard know whose jade flute listens to falling plum blossoms and Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night?"
"Forget it, it's easier for you bastard, huh!"
Suddenly thinking of the painting again, Huang Rong softened immediately, picked up the kitchen knife, and started moving it "bang bang bang".
Huang Rong was very clever and quick at cooking. She had these two dishes ready in a short time.
After cursing a few words, Huang Rong put the food in the food box and carried it up to the second floor.
This person was holding a Longquan celadon bowl in his hand, leaning against the window and relaxing, and she felt angry for no reason.
"The First Cause of All Realms"
"Whose jade flute listens to the falling plum blossoms, twenty-four bridges on a bright moonlit night, I spent a lot of effort to do this!" After saying that, Huang Rong placed the plate heavily on the table and threw it on Jing Zhou Beside him, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating by himself.
Pour the honey water in the bowl into the cup and drink it all in one gulp. Jingzhou smiled and said, "If you hadn't cooked this dish, do you think you can sit next to me, young master, and eat?"
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