An Yi went in with sour bamboo shoots and meat slices soup and fried mushrooms. Four or five wine jars were already placed on the Kang table in front of Feng Qingchen.
An Yi frowned, why didn't this person wait for her? If you drink all the wine, won’t the food and wine be in vain?
Smelling the smell of food, Feng Qingchen, who had dim eyes at first, suddenly cheered up and looked at it eagerly.
An Yi brought the sour bamboo shoots and meat soup and fried mushrooms to the table, and said calmly: "Time is too tight, so I only made these two kinds, but it seems you don't need them anymore. I'm going to finish the wine!"
There was no crispy fish, Feng Qingchen was a little disappointed, and her eyes darkened again.
An Yi said in a low voice: "Actually, all the fish used to make crispy fish are small fish. Small fish have many spines, so the spines can only be softened before they can be swallowed. If you try other dishes, you may like them better than crispy fish! "
Feng Qingchen said nothing.
An Yi could only enlighten Feng Qingchen again: "When I was a child, my grandma and I grew up in a small fishing village. My grandma liked to make crispy fish for me with fish that others didn't want. Later, when I grew up, my grandma would make big fish for me. . My grandma said, small fish have their own way of eating small fish, and big fish have their own way of eating big fish. Don’t expect anything from the past that is not yours!”
Feng Qingchen raised her eyes, "Fishing village? Your grandma?"
Feng Qingchen remembered that the Protector's wife was the second wife. The original wife died early, and the Protector's Palace had no contact with the original wife's mother clan. Otherwise, after the Protector's accident, the original Lady's mother clan would not be affected. . But he remembered that the original wife’s natal family was a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. Where did she come from a fishing village? Only then did An Yi realize that he had slipped up. He quickly smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who said it, what matters is the truth behind it!"
Feng Qingchen lowered his eyes, yes, his mother has been dead for almost twenty years, he really can't force it anymore!
An Yi turned to look at the two boxes of gold and silver jewelry, and whispered: "Although your life has not met your expectations, at least you have money!"
Feng Qingchen smiled helplessly.
He is indeed not short of money!
Seeing that his expression had softened, An Yi was relieved, persuaded Feng Qingchen, and couldn't help but drink two more drinks. The Long Sake this man likes to drink is a bit like the modern Moutai. It tastes good, but it can also make you confused if you drink too much. She slowly looked at it, and the handsome face of Feng Qingchen in front of her stood out against the table. The jewelry becomes more and more beautiful and charming.
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, An Yi stood up and laid his body across the pit table. He suddenly stretched out his hand and tapped Feng Qingchen's chin. He raised his eyes tightly and stared at Feng Qingchen's eyes. Suddenly When she smiled, she was like a handful of red plums dropped into the plain snow, so gorgeous that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Feng Qingchen raised her eyes coldly and looked at An Yi. Just as she was about to shake off An Yi's little hand, An Yi suddenly moved her head up and kissed him hard on the lips.
Feng Qingchen was startled, raised her eyes, and looked at An Yi coldly.
"Let me tell you, you are actually much prettier than the first secret guard. It's not your fault that your prince doesn't like you, it's because he has too little vision! Again, if you don't want to follow him, bring him Come to me with your gold, silver and jewelry, and I will take you in!" An Yi giggled, tilting her head and almost falling into the soup bowl, Feng Qingchen quickly stepped forward and raised her hand to hold her head.
An Yi's face lay in Feng Qingchen's big palm, and she smiled.
Feng Qingchen frowned, who is the first secret guard? Could it be Leng Jiu?
Feng Qingchen frowned, did this woman still think that he was King Guangping's love interest?
