You must take good care of the Emperor's Empress's diet. This has an important bearing on when the ghost lords and ghosts of the underworld can see His Highness.
But Ming Jiuye's evil spirit was too pure and overbearing, and they really couldn't stand it.
He could only say angrily: "Then... well, the emperor must make something nutritious, so that the empress can be full of energy." Then he picked out a fresh white-feathered chicken from the ingredients, "This chicken is good for stew. It's delicious when paired with mushrooms, and cloud buds..."
"roll!"
It was quiet for a moment before Ming Jiuye put away his indifferent face and looked at Wuyou with a smile, "Baby, please find a seat and sit down first. My husband will prepare something delicious for you."
"As ordered." Wuyou wandered around the wooden house before sitting quietly on a thick wooden stake, waiting for the delicious food to come out. Then the clock passed, and Ming Jiuye was still confronting the chicken without making a move.
"Husband, what's the problem?"
He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "You'er, I can kill a chicken, but what should I do with its feathers?" Damn it! He didn't steal this step!
"Can't we just peel off the skin?" Simple and crude is the last word.
"That's right! This husband is good at it, baby, wait." After saying that, an ice knife solidified in his hand, and the sharp ice knife was used to chop off the chicken's head. The fishy smell of blood directly awakened Wuyou's red eyes, which turned red. The blade of his knife slashed at the white-feathered chicken, and in a short time, the whole chicken was treated cleanly.
The preparation of the dishes is relatively easy, just boil the pan and pour the oil. Although the technique is a bit unfamiliar, fortunately, when the finished product comes out, the color, aroma and taste are both good, which is beyond Wuyou's expectations.
The chicken nuggets are smooth and tender in the mouth, and you can't taste the texture of the meat at all. "Husband, I am so happy! It's really delicious." Wuyou sighed with satisfaction.
"If you like it, my husband will do it for you when he has time in the future, okay?" He was very happy. He could bring happiness to his worry-free life with his own hands. He simply loved this sense of accomplishment.
"Okay! Thank you, husband!" The two of them were chatting and laughing, but they accidentally felt full, so they had to walk back to their residence to eat.
"Baby, are you sleepy? Why don't you go to bed first? My husband still has approval documents to read."
"Sleepy... Husband, give me a hug and a hug." Wuyou was so sleepy at this moment that he couldn't open his eyes. He allowed Ming Jiuye to clean his face and undress him, "Okay, give me a hug and a hug."
After Wuyou's breathing calmed down, Ming Jiuye sat up straight and read the paperwork.
When it was daylight the next day, Ming Jiuye pinched his eyebrows and put down the last approval document. Seeing that Wuyou was still sleeping soundly, he took her into his arms again and fell asleep.
After just one night, Cui Simei regained the favor of the Cui family and was equipped with all kinds of beautiful clothes and decorations.
She casually glanced at the cloth and gold hairpin brought by the maid, "Well, that's right. Is my master awake?" After this incident, she no longer regarded the Cui family as her backer, because she understood that in the face of the Cui family's interests and reputation, , Relying on the Cui family is equivalent to losing your support.
"Back to the eldest lady, Grandmaster Miaoyin and Head Miaoyuan have already entered the ancestral hall with the elders to discuss matters."
The Cui family receives important visitors and sets them up in the ancestral hall, so that ancestors of all generations can see the prosperity of the Cui family today.
"Miss, I want you to go to the ancestral hall." At this time, a childish voice sounded outside Chunyu Pavilion.
"The eldest lady knows!" Yingying looked away and turned to Cui Simei and said, "It's Xing'er who serves tea at the ancestral hall."
"Where's Qiao'er? Have you seen her?" Cui Simei asked leisurely as she held up the teacup and took a sip.
"No, speaking of it, Yingtao has never seen Sister Qiao'er since the last time the eldest lady asked her to see her." Yingtao is on the small side, with a duck-oval face, a beautiful nose and zirconium teeth, and she can be considered a Xiaojiabiyu.
"Well, maybe it's something I asked her to do, but she hasn't finished it yet." After saying that, Cui Simei got up and walked out.
It seemed that Qiao'er's move was ruined. Either she rebelled and ran away, or she died in the hands of the beggars in the ruined temple. Cui Simei hoped it would be the latter, because the dead could keep secrets for her.
Inside the ancestral hall, loud laughter filled the air, "Hahaha, it is said that the elder brother of the Medicine King Zong, Qianchen Jiyueqing,
He is more charming than a flower. I think it would be more suitable for Simei to marry him than to marry the prince. At least our Cui family will have endless elixirs to use in the future, what do you think? "Third Elder Cui Liang said with a hearty smile.
There is probably only one Cui family who dares to talk about the current prince. Miaoyin, who was sitting on the side, couldn't sit still and said: "That's natural. Master Cui family, don't worry. My senior brother Miaoyuan has written a letter, believing that Yaowang Sect The leader of Lingyun Sect is a smart man, just wait in Cui’s house for Baidanpin from his Yaowang Sect!” Hundreds of high-grade elixirs are a cultivation resource that cannot be bought with money.
Hearing this, Cui Dong was also very excited, "It's just that this Kabu Kabu tribe..."
At this time, the great elder Cui Wen, who had been closing his eyes slightly, opened his eyelids and said bluntly: "Master, if the Cui family can really get married to the Yaowang Sect, I think the Holy Master will find ways to push forward the marriage of this Kabu clan." Yao. Which one is more important between Wang Zong and a tribe is probably known to even the roadside vendors.
"Of course, the value brought by the Yaowang Sect is definitely more profitable than that brought by the Kabu Kabu Clan." The second elder also said bluntly.
Hearing the hotly discussed topics outside the ancestral hall, Cui Simei couldn't help but walked in proudly, "Simei has met the sect leader, master, father and elders."
Hearing the order of his daughter's greetings, Cui Dong was startled and said slowly: "Si Mei, although dad doesn't approve of you...but dad believes that everything you do is for the Cui family."
Cui Simei smiled and accepted his words.
"Sir, His Royal Highness is here."
"Hurry, come and greet us." As soon as Cui Dong finished speaking, a slender figure walked in from outside the ancestral hall.
"No, I'm here uninvited. I wonder if Master Cui won't welcome me?"
"The common people don't dare."
At this time, everyone discovered that behind the prince Cheng Yi was a slim girl, elegant and elegant in white clothes.
When Cui Simei saw the person coming, his anger surged: "Wang Qi? How could it be you? What are you doing here?" The smell of gunpowder when a beauty meets a beauty is extraordinary.
"Why can't it be me? What's wrong with you?" The girl pouted her lips and said tit-for-tat, "I'll come... Of course Brother Yi agreed."
Wang Qi, the jewel in the Wang family's eye, and Cui Simei are love rivals. In the past, Cui Simei was in front of her, but no matter how she behaved, the prince never took her seriously. It was not that she was not beautiful, but that she did not have Cui Simei. The fierceness in Mei's bones and her amazing talent and cultivation.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
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Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
