An Jingzhao pursed his lips and said nothing. Who would have thought that Xue Wuchen kept moving, and then used a stick to open eight small pits that were connected together.
These small pits spread all the way to the door of the kitchen, and An Jinghao thoughtfully placed some wood in two of them.
Xue Wuchen crossed his arms and looked at An Jingyi with a mocking look on his face: "You are so thoughtful." It's a pity that it was not used in the right place.
An Jingbo didn't say anything, he just walked into the kitchen with his head lowered. On the table in the kitchen was a bucket of rice that An Jingbo had just cooked.
Xue Wuchen walked to the table and kicked his stool, only to see that the sturdy stool fell apart.
Xue Wuchen stretched out his slender fingers and shook them in front of An Jingyi: You are too young to fight with me!
Realizing that all the hard work he had done all afternoon was in vain, An Jingbo was like a defeated rooster, dejectedly walking to serve the dishes.
Xue Wuchen looked at An Jing's back with interest, and unconsciously pressed his right hand on the table.
As a result, there was a "bump" sound, and the originally stable tabletop was tilted up by his pressure. The rice bucket on the table slid to the ground under the influence of gravity, and clattered to the ground.
Xue Wuchen: "..." Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by Jin Qing when you are such a naughty child?
At this time, An Jingzhen's demonic voice sounded in his ears: "Min'er, Mr. Xue wasted food, he dropped the rice pail."
Xue Wuchen: "..." What should I do if I want to clean up the door?
An Jingji was sitting at the door of the kitchen, eating a steamed bun filled with peach blossoms. He smiled as he watched Jin Qing chasing Xue Wuchen around the yard with a stick: "This life was so happy!"
Who wants to take a bite? An Jingji grinned and frowned: Why is it salty!
An Jingbo stood up and walked towards the jar where he had pickled peach petals. He had pickled the peach petals before digging the pit. The peach blossoms tasted very fast and they were just in his mouth now.
He dipped a little of it with his hand and put it into his mouth, and then An Jingzhi's whole face twisted into a ball: it was salty, and he felt that his tongue was stiff, but he still didn't want to spit it out.
The candied petals in this jar turned into salted petals...
Knowing that this must have been done by the undisciplined Xue Wuchen, An Jingxi gritted his teeth and picked up the jar, only to find that there was a small oil paper bag underneath the jar.
When I opened the oil paper, I saw a picture of mountains and rivers and a piece of letterhead.
"Happy birthday, stupid disciple. Eat less sweets when your teeth come out."
An Jingbo unfolded the mountain and river map, and the majestic painting suddenly appeared in front of him.
I have to say that Xue Wuchen is really a master in the world of painting. This painting is so lifelike that it gives people a feeling of being there.
I don’t know where Xue Wuchen got such a large piece of rice paper.
An Jingbo suddenly felt that his nose was sore. He rubbed his slightly red eyes, carefully wrapped the mountain and river map and the letter on oil paper and put them into his arms. Then he walked to the door and shouted to Jin Qing: "Min'er , he also wasted salt and sugar." So you must hit him twice more.
Xue Wuchen's voice was even more pitiful. Fortunately, this was the cold palace, and something happened on the emperor's side. Otherwise, such a movement would have attracted outsiders.
As the sun set, Jin Qing was driving Xue Wuchen around with a fire stick, while An Jinghao leaned against the door frame and frowned while eating the salty peach blossom bun in his hand.
The golden sunshine shines in the courtyard of Leng Palace, covering the Leng Palace with a layer of gorgeous tulle, as beautiful as a fantasy.
border town
A group of Central Plains people dressed as refugees lined up to enter the city.
A refugee who wrapped himself tightly in black cloth staggered into the city gate, but was stopped by the guards at the city gate.
The soldier guarding the gate shouted loudly: "Who are you? Why don't you take off your cloak quickly?"
Recently, people from the Kuba tribe often pretend to be Yu Dynasty and want to sneak into the city, so they are very vigilant.
Hearing what the soldier said, the few people who entered the city with him immediately became anxious and wanted to argue with the soldier, but were stopped by the man calmly.
The man reached out to pull up his hood and explained to the soldiers in a hoarse voice: "Soldier, I escaped from those barbarians. Please make it easier for you and let me into the city to save me." One life.”
After the hood was pulled down, everyone gasped: What kind of face is this.
The left side of this man's face was in relatively good shape, with only a shallow knife mark on it.
The face on the right side was twisted into a ball, as if someone had cut out a piece of it and sewn it back together again.
Not only that, one of his eye sockets was empty, like a black hole, and one of his ears was also cut off.
Even the fingers are incomplete.
There are only two fingers on the left palm, while the right hand has three.
The soldier looked at the man from head to toe in shock, and then realized that the reason why the man was limping was because his right leg could not be straightened.
After seeing the soldier's probing look, the man lifted up his robe without concealing it: "Those barbarians dug up my right knee..." His wounds were obviously caused by abuse. , even if what he said is fantastic, people will eventually question it. What he needs most now is time, so he can get to the city as soon as possible.
Therefore, at this time, Botong is obviously the best way.
Seeing this man's calm attitude, the soldier felt more sympathy for him, and even forgot to ask this man how he escaped after being so seriously injured, and how he successfully escaped back to the border town. He let the people into the city.
At the same time, the soldiers hated the Kuba people even more.
After the man entered the city, he limped toward the west of the city.
The soldier looked at the man's back and shook his head gently: The west of the city was where the poor gathered, and sometimes the servants of the big families would go to them to find people to work.
But this man was so seriously injured that he didn't know if he could feed himself...
Then the soldier shook his head mockingly: The actions on Kuba's side are becoming more and more intensive, and there is no telling when he will become a toy for the Kuba people to relieve their boredom like this man.
Until then, I don’t know if I will survive as well as this man.
Living in troubled times, who is qualified to be with whom?
The man was not walking very fast, and even the refugees entering the city behind him had already passed him.
He just lowered his head and carefully watched the road in front of him to prevent pedestrians from knocking him down.
When he reached the entrance of an alley, the man saw the man at the city gate who wanted to defend him waving at him.
Seeing that there was no one around, he walked slowly to the alley on crutches and followed the man to a concierge.
The man leading the way knocked on the door rhythmically a few times, and then he saw the door being hurriedly opened from the inside, and then a man wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a coolie's clothes poked his head out from inside.
