Zhu Youwen looked at Jiang Yunqing expectantly, feeling that Jiang Yunqing had no reason to refuse. After all, who would refuse free labor?
Of course, there was some anxiety deep in his eyes. The Longquan treasure was not an insignificant gadget.
Even if Li Xingyun is now proclaimed emperor and no longer needs the help of the Longquan treasure, it will still be a big trouble if it falls into the hands of others.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Jiang Yunqing blinked without moving, and said with a smile: "I still have something to do, how about we talk about it in two days?"
Glancing at the memorials around him, Jiang Yunqing shrugged helplessly, saying that he was very busy and had no time to pay attention to this matter.
"Hmm~"
Zhu Youwen was not blind, so he naturally saw the memorials all over the floor. After pondering for a while, he nodded: "That's okay. You're busy. It's not too late to discuss this matter in two days!"
"Then I'll leave first!" Zhu Youwen turned and pointed to the door.
Hearing that Zhu Youwen was about to leave, Jiang Yunqing immediately grinned at the corners of his mouth, raised a smile, and showed his white teeth: "It's good to leave!"
Zhu Youwen stood up and turned around to leave, but his nose twitched and his brows suddenly furrowed.
What do you think?
As I thought about it, my throat started to squirm, and my appetite was easily aroused.
Zhu Youwen was confused and looked around, scanning the hall.
I thought, is there a kitchen next to this?
As soon as the idea came up, Zhu Youwen's eyes fell on Jiang Yunqing. From the moment he walked in, Jiang Yunqing gave him a strange feeling.
Um? Wait, what is that bulging under these sleeves?
Zhu Youwen immediately had no intention of leaving. He sat down again and raised his hand towards Jiang Yunqing's bulging sleeves: "What are you hiding? Let me take a look."
Jiang Yunqing raised his hand to the sky and clenched it into a claw, easily grabbing the pulse gate of Zhu Youwen's extended hand, blocking Zhu Youwen's temptation.
But obviously, this does not dispel Zhu Youwen's curiosity.
The corner of Zhu Youwen's mouth was slightly raised, and he patted the small case with his other hand. A jet of dark energy suddenly invaded and went straight to Jiang Yunqing's puffy sleeves.
Jiang Yunqing opened his mouth and vomited, and the five qi in his chest surged, giving birth to a wisp of breath, which turned into a fierce wind. Under the control of Jiang Yunqing's spiritual consciousness, Zhu Youwen's Yin Qi was defeated in just an instant.
However, Zhu Youwen could only hear a "hehe" smile. One of his feet had reached under the small case at some point, and his knees were slightly bent and pushed upwards, but he used some special strength.
As if hunting a cow across a mountain, he quietly lifted up Jiang Yunqing's sleeves through the small tabletop, revealing the casserole covered underneath.
Zhu Youwen didn't care at first, but he felt that he was slightly better than Jiang Yunqing this time, and he felt very comfortable.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, he felt a scent of fragrance coming to his nose. His mouth and tongue were filled with saliva, and his throat kept moving. His long-lost appetite was instantly aroused, and he suddenly felt hungry in his stomach.
Zhu Youwen suddenly became confused. He remembered that he came after breakfast. Although he was only lightly wrapped, how long had it been?
It’s only less than half an hour, is this evil? It shouldn’t be!
The wings of his nose twitched slightly, and his head followed the fragrance as it traced its source, and soon he was in front of Jiang Yunqing's casserole.
Seeing that what had happened, Jiang Yunqing immediately raised his forehead, feeling speechless. His smile was stiff, and he reluctantly opened the lid of the pot: "Would you like a bowl of the chicken soup that my junior sister stewed?"
Feeling the aroma that hit his face, Zhu Youwen had no idea why he refused, and nodded wildly several times.
When he came back to his senses, he felt that he had lost his identity as the Ghost King of the Xuanming Sect. He immediately straightened his posture and sat cross-legged in front of the small case. He looked around with arrogant eyes with some evasion. No one was there, and he immediately raised a finger: "Here is a bowl, here is a bowl!"
Immediately, Zhu Youwen consciously took a bowl and pushed it next to the casserole.
Jiang Yunqing asked herself that she was really not willing to share her junior sister's craftsmanship with Zhu Youwen, but now that the matter was over, what else could she do?
The internal force attached to the palm of the hand to isolate the heat, picked up the casserole and poured two bowls of chicken soup.
"Hey, you guy, why does drinking your bowl of chicken soup seem like it's going to kill you?"
Zhu Youwen couldn't stand Jiang Yunqing's hesitant movements. When he saw the chicken soup was poured, he cursed and picked up the bowl to drink.
"Yes, this is my life, don't drink it!"
Jiang Yunqing said angrily that the most disgusting thing in his life is this kind of person who can't keep his mouth shut even when everything is in his mouth.
When the chicken soup entered his mouth, his taste buds seemed to be awakened instantly. Zhu Youwen's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't stop eating the chicken soup. He finished the bowl of chicken soup in one go.
After smacking his lips, Zhu Youwen stared at the casserole with chicken soup: "If this is your life, then I will have to drink a few more bowls no matter what!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to snatch it, but Jiang Yunqing naturally refused to allow it. The dark yin energy burst out, and the invisible wind agitation violently pressed forward, making everyone dazzled by the sight.
However, because both of them deliberately controlled their intensity, even though this fight was fancy, neither one could do anything to defeat the other.
However, Jiang Yunqing was obviously more skillful. During the fight with Zhu Youwen, he drank a bowl of chicken soup in a leisurely manner.
"Buzz~"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the air, and Jiang Yunqing's hand became more powerful in terms of strength and energy, and he forced Zhu Youwen back in an instant.
When Jiang Yunqing was free, he picked up the casserole and poured a bowl of chicken soup into his own bowl.
Zhu Youwen suddenly became angry and said, "You guys, is this how you treat your life? How shameless!"
If he had not stopped and chosen to fight with Jiang Yunqing just now, this pot of excellent chicken soup would have been destroyed in the aftermath of their fight.
Jiang Yunqing poured himself a second bowl, and he was not really stingy. He raised his hand and pointed his sword at the mouth of the pot, and a golden column of soup flew up. As Jiang Yunqing's fingers slid, it slowly fell into Zhu Youwen's bowl. .
However, only half a bowl!
Loser, you still want to drink well? nonexistent.
Zhu Youwen seemed to have acquiesced in this way of drinking. After the two drank the second bowl, they started fighting for the casserole again.
The two of them went back and forth, and when I had half a bowl for you, and I had half a bowl for you, the bottom of the pot of chicken soup quickly reached the bottom.
Zhu Youwen smacked his lips, still unfinished, staring at the casserole and thinking carefully for a while, when Jiang Yunqing thought he was in a daze.
Zhu Youwen suddenly asked: "You said before that your junior sister stewed this chicken soup?"
"Well, that's right!"
Jiang Yunqing nodded, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his mouth.
Don't think too much, it's not that Jiang Yunqing is a pervert, it's just that this handkerchief was given by the empress, so he always keeps it with him.
After hearing Jiang Yunqing's reply, Zhu Youwen thought for a while and said with some embarrassment: "What do you think about me accepting your junior sister as my apprentice?"
