"I am scared." He Xingyun lowered his head deeply and whispered: "I dare not show any disrespect at all. I am just worried about your majesty's health, so I specially prepared medicinal food..."
Without raising her eyes, Ying Ji turned her fingertips with spiritual power, and a ghost fire popped out, burning the food box on the ground into charcoal.
A look of ice formed between her brows: "Put away your meaningless thoughts."
The falling fire spiraled into a sharp flaming blade in mid-air. The fire light whirled through the wind and brutally chopped off one of He Xingyun's arms at shoulder level.
With blood splattering, He Xingyun's body froze and trembled due to pain, his teeth clenched and trembled, but he did not make a sound.
His body suddenly relaxed, and he fell heavily to the ground. His eyes looked down at his broken arm with a bit of sadness.
Although he had expected this ending from the beginning, Ying Ji's ruthless and cold rejection still made his heart feel tight and cold.
What he didn't expect even more was that she was actually recklessly crazy.
Although she looks the same on the outside as usual at this moment, He Xingyun's medical skills are of great use and vital to the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Even if he committed treason, as the only monk in the world who could treat heroic spirits, it was impossible for Ying Ji to break his arm as soon as he came up.
He Xingyun felt bitter.
Once upon a time, the arrogant and inviolable Empress Zhongyou would be so heartbroken for a man that she looked so unrecognizable.
Thousands of years ago, in order to collect medicine and enter the Taoism, he strayed into a secluded place. He had a startling glance, and he had hope in his heart and never forgot it.
Nine hundred years ago, he died and achieved great merits, refused to ascend, and went into the secluded world to sit in the shadow of the heroic spirit.
The purpose is to be able to watch each other at a distance that is not too far or too close.
Ying Ji has a delicate mind, but he doesn't know how to hide his innocent heart. For nine hundred years, no matter how far away he is, she is on the land of her own, and she can't see what he is thinking.
But she never cared.
Today's thoughts were exposed. He Xingyun was heartbroken but determined not to look back.
He took a deep breath, looked at Ying Ji and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I love you. Even if you kill me with a sword, I will give you all your five senses, seven orifices, three souls and six souls. There is no such thing in the world. It’s worth it, I’m willing to make it worth it for you!”
Ying Ji's cold eyes were full of anger!
The wind that had subsided in the hall suddenly rose up with murderous intent, bringing pressure like a mountain or a sea, piercing his heart and soul.
Her tone was as calm as the cold well water that has not had any fluctuations for thousands of years: "You are here! Looking for death!"
A dark and solemn Soul-Destroying Nail hangs faintly, condensing a powerful light of punishment, carrying unknown terrifying power, seeming to swallow up all things.
See the soul-killing nail that symbolizes destruction and death.
He Xingyun knew that he had successfully offended her, and his heart felt empty. He slowly closed his eyes.
The violent heartbeat presses the blood to the limbs and bones, whether due to excitement or fear, hitting the nerve endings one after another.
What the You Bing outside the palace said was true.
It is really not a wise move to seek trouble for His Majesty at this moment.
A faint smile of self-deprecation and despair appeared on He Xingyun's face.
It's ridiculous that he is arrogant and arrogant, believing that he may be slightly different from ordinary people in her eyes.
But in the end, it was his own fault.
The pain that destroys the soul and devours the heart reaches all the organs, and when death is approaching...
"Knock knock knock..."
Outside the hall, there was a crisp knock on the door.
The Soul-Destroying Nail that was so close in front of him froze and stopped. He Xingyun was in shock, and his pupils contracted violently.
He saw that Ying Ji had pinched her fingers to kill the soul-killing nail, and looked calmly towards the palace door.
The silent and murderous wind at the palace gate had subsided. At this moment, he actually felt that His Majesty's terrifying and thick murderous intent had receded a bit.
He Xingyun, who was moved, couldn't help but look back. He couldn't understand how someone's visit could change His Majesty so much.
In front of the palace door stood a strange young man who also carried a food box. He was wearing a mask, and his body was illuminated by the clear moonlight. There were a few lights in his robes, and his black eyes were clear and translucent. His eyes calmly killed the life and death in the palace. The whole scene is in full view.
He Xingyun was still restrained in mid-air by Ying Ji's invisible force, his hands and feet were suspended, unable to free himself. He glanced at the square food box in Bailian's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was solemn.
Balian raised his hand, hugged the food box, and looked at Ying Ji harmlessly, without blinking: "I seem to have come at the wrong time."
The biting cold wind that was dancing in the hall completely calmed down. Although Ying Ji's face was still cold, the blood in her eyes dispersed into pure black.
He Xingyun's whole body felt light and fell to the ground again.
Ying Ji looked down and said, "Get out of here."
He Xingyun was in a complicated mood and couldn't understand why His Majesty, who was so murderous, would suddenly show mercy to him.
After all, he came to the Queen's Palace with the determination to die, and he said something treacherous, but it was so easy to let him go?
Who is that young man?
Moreover, in Zhongyou, he had never seen a person who could go straight into the Empress's Palace without being summoned or using an honorific title.
He Xingyun didn't dare to think about it any more. It was not easy to escape from death. He hurriedly covered his broken wounds and apologized to leave the palace.
The moment he passed by Bailian, He Xingyun's eyes revealed a hint of doubt.
This person seems... not a living person, nor a heroic spirit.
It wasn't until He Xingyun's back completely disappeared into the night that Bailian stepped over the doorstep and walked into the hall.
His eyes fell on the severed arm between the carpets, and he said nothing.
Diao Diao came to the inner hall where He Xingyun would never dare to stay. He opened the food box and took out the food one by one.
Red clay copper stove, silver bone charcoal, soup stock, spicy peppers, beef and mutton rolls, juicy radishes, green vegetables, and stacks of side dishes, crystal meat, Changhong catfish, steamed cold noodles, husband and wife lung slices, Salty and white.
The main snacks include brown sugar glutinous rice cake, leek box, Zitong shortbread, and almond cake.
As soon as the food box was opened, the cold hall suddenly became filled with a warm atmosphere of human fireworks.
Balian used the table that Ying Ji usually used as a dining table and took off the mask on his face.
He casually pulled out a mountain of official documents from his case and threw them into a small clay stove to use as firewood.
Ying Ji stood there like an ice sculpture for a long time. Bailian, who was eating as if no one was around, lit another candle to disperse the darkness and said: "Today I brought the lamb from Donglinpu and the roasted pepper beef from Yipinlou. , the snowflake sturgeon on Nanxiang Street, why don’t you sit down and try it?”
Ying Ji glanced at the food on the table calmly, said nothing, and looked unmoved.
She bent down and picked up the severed arm from the ground, walked over in two steps, and placed the bloody arm on the table.
Balian leaned back to avoid the few drops of blood that flew over, frowned, and pointed at the severed arm: "You want to cook this?"
Ying Ji raised her eyebrows and said, "He Xingyun also came to deliver meals just now, but before his meals were delivered, one arm was left here."
Balian smiled, sat upright, started to make the sauce, lowered his head and said, "Isn't it because the empress chopped off one of his arms because he spoke unabashedly, had nothing to hide in his heart, and wanted to kill Prince You's stepfather? "
Ying Ji's face turned cold: "Begging for a beating."
He was so brave, he didn't know whether to live or die, he dared to commit such crimes, even she dared to make fun of him.
But Ying Ji didn't realize that the following people were also guilty of the above and spoke unabashedly.
Her attitude toward He Xingyun was "seeking death," but toward Bailian, she was just "begging for a beating."
"Your Majesty, you are really angry today." Balian sighed, and like a magic trick, he took out a mandarin duck pot from the box and put it on the shelf. He said with a sad expression: "Spicy food is easy to get angry, and it makes you angry. The red oil soup base tonight , I’m afraid I won’t be able to bear it happily.”
He made a show of removing the red soup pot and replacing it with a mandarin duck pot.
"But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, I prepared a mandarin duck pot, so the queen can eat the white soup."
Ying Ji raised her eyebrows and looked unhappy. She raised her chopsticks and pressed the back of Baili'an's hand holding the boiler: "Red and white mandarin duck pots are never served on Zhongyouren's dining table. This is a blasphemy against hot pot."
"Then the queen doesn't care about being angry?" The flickering light of the candles was blown away by the wind and fell into the young man's eyes. The thin and fragmented light was like fireflies in summer, with a touch of warmth.
There was a lamp on the table, and the sound of rain began to fall outside the window at some point, and the night rain beat on the eaves.
The teeth jingled against each other, the wind and rain entangled in the silent night, and the chaotic sounds of the medley made Balian's voice become extremely soft.
The mother-in-law's call was low and gentle, and the overtones sounded undetectable, as if the single word "mother" was pronounced.
Empress Ying Ji's heart trembled, and her face was dazed for a moment. She lowered her head and straightened the stove, coldly picked up pieces of pork belly, and poured them into the bubbling red oil spicy soup.
"How can we care about ordinary people like that? He Xingyun practiced medicine in Zhongyouluo Pavilion, treating the wounds and diseases of heroic spirits.
It's not that I don't know his true intentions and thoughts, but I just saw that he has been keeping to himself for the past nine hundred years and has not done anything out of the ordinary, so I let him go. "
She snorted coldly and added: "It's ridiculous now that Zhongyou and Tianxi have become enemies again, and even my father was disturbed and was born.
Everyone in the human world is in panic, fearing that the Empress Zhongyou, who has been neutral for many years, will go crazy and stray into the devil's way, which is why he has such a clever mind.
Although there is no way back for the bad relationship between me and Bailiyu, and there is no room for relaxation between Zhongyou and Tianxi, this is by no means a reason for him to try to sell a good deal just because he is a petty servant! "
As the empress of Zhongyou, Ying Ji is a master at eating antique soup. She only rinsed the mutton in the pot seven times before steadily picking up the chopsticks and serving the soup.
As soon as she put away her chopsticks, Ying Ji frowned, but not long after, Balian thoughtfully pushed over a saucepan.
Ying Ji's brows widened quickly. With a noble and cool attitude, she dipped the mutton on her chopsticks into the sauce and ate it.
The rich and spicy sauce with a hint of sweetness wraps around the tender lamb, and the happy taste spreads between the lips and teeth.
Ying Ji bit her chopsticks, her black eyes becoming translucent and clear under the steaming hot mist.
The sauce was made to suit her taste perfectly.
It rains at night, and there are all kinds of flavors in the world.
Her eyes were warmed by the heat of the hot pot, and Ying Ji's face gradually became peaceful and calm.
"Pour the wine." She ordered lightly and continued to pick up the mutton with her chopsticks.
Balian poured her a glass of fruit wine, and while she was cooking the meat, he threw in a few tender green vegetable leaves, cooked them, scooped them up, and put them into her bowl: "Don't just eat meat, eat more." vegetable."
Ying Ji's action of rinsing the mutton suddenly stopped, and she looked deeply at the gurgling red soup.
Balian didn't know where he said the wrong thing to make her unhappy. Just as he was about to ask a question, Ying Ji let out a very light laugh.
"Speaking of which, my son Xiaoan is also the one who eats antique soup with me."
She raised her eyes, smiled, and her eyes became very soft: "He is such a quiet person who doesn't like to talk, but when it comes to eating ancient soup with me, he likes to nag like you. He allows me to eat meat, but he doesn't. Don't eat vegetables.
I was allowed to drink but not strong liquor, and I was not allowed to eat too much dessert after dinner. I was only allowed to eat two of each kind, a little bit bigger, and I had to take care of this and that, but it was annoying. "
She said something annoying, but the tenderness in her eyes seemed to turn into water.
Balian was silent for a long time, his eyes darkened a little, and he looked at her and said slowly: "Today's desserts, I allow you to eat three of each."
Ying Ji frowned, not liking his tone of disciplining a child, and her eyes were cold: "If you weren't my father's son, how could you, a junior like you, be allowed to speak arrogantly in the Empress' Palace?"
Balian said slowly: "Suddenly I remembered that I also brought chopped peanuts and chopped coriander. Do you want them?"
"Yes." Ying Ji was successfully diverted from the topic and nodded without thinking.
It wasn't until Balian actually grabbed a handful of chopped peanuts and coriander and mixed it into her sauce bowl that Ying Ji realized what she was doing, and she was a little annoyed and clapped her chopsticks: "Don't be so arrogant!"
"Ah, I forgot there are sesame seeds. Do you want them, Madam?"
Ying Ji, who had an inexplicable devotion to hot pot, was involved again. She asked seriously: "Are the sesame seeds raw or cooked?"
Bai Lian said: "It is cooked slowly over low heat. It is crispy but not burnt. It tastes crispy and fragrant."
Ying Ji looked restless and raised the bowl and plate: "Here, take a small handful and try it."
As soon as she raised her hand, she realized that she had been tricked, her expression became more and more embarrassed, and she glared at Balian with red ears. She frowned and glared, trying to maintain her perfect appearance and the majesty of the empress.
After Balian sprinkled a handful of sesame seeds into her bowl, she looked at the boiler again and said, "Oh, has this beef been cooked for too long?"
Ying Ji suddenly frowned and couldn't open her eyes. She hurriedly picked up the chopsticks to fish out the beef, with an unhappy look on her face: "When did you get the beef? How can it be done if the beef has been cooked for a long time."
She fished out several pieces of beef. It had been cooked for a long time, and the meat was even older than the old lady.
Ying Ji struggled and disliked it for a long time, and finally put the old beef into Balian's bowl and raised her chin: "Whoever eats it will eat it."
Balian raised his chopsticks with a sincere look on his face. They were clean and not stained with any oil or water: "It seems that the queen put these pieces of meat into the pot first and forgot to pick them up, right?"
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