Chapter 119: sweet noodle soup

"Is the princess not going?" Cheng Guan asked Jade Xiaoxiao.
Yu Xiaoxiao shook his head, just for a while, three food buns have entered the belly of Princess Royal.
Cheng Guan sighed softly and reached for the soup.
Forget the moon and take a look at his master. Then look at the two monks who went to the temple. The body wearing a small coat could not help but tremble.
Yu Xiaoxiao is still watching the people around the two Wenfeng Lin, the empty man who took the Japanese merchants out of the ground, and stood behind her. Now that this monk does not wear a masked gown, Yu Xiaoxiao looks at the looks of this person. He does not understand the evil-stricken person. How can he become a monk? When the soldiers are still about the same?
"Master," forgetting the moon to see his master to drink soup, somehow, the heart is a panic, shouting at the clear and crying.
Cheng Guan rushed to forget the smile of the moon.
Yu Xiaoxiao turned around and looked at Chengguan to drink soup. The Princess’s Highness immediately slammed, although the pot of water was not dead, but let the Guoshi drink the pot of water?
"Princess," Cheng watched Yu Xiaoxiao and looked at himself again, and whispered to Yu Xiaoxiao: "In the future, you must have a good time with your horses, and the world is impermanent. You must be dependent on each other."
The world is impermanent, and Jade Xiaoxiao doesn’t quite understand it. Cheng Guan’s brush pot water makes the Princess’s Highness very troublesome.
"Princess you have to promise to be poor," Cheng Guan and Yu Xiaoxiao.
Jade is careful to say that I promise you? Haven't you become a girl or want to look at me so affectionately? The princess reached out and took the soup bowl in the hands of Cheng Guan Guo Shi and said, "Is this soup very good? It is cold, what are you drinking? Pour it."
"Princess!" The wicked monk looked at Yu Xiaoxiao and grabbed the soup. He immediately sipped a little jade.
Yu Xiaoxiao handed the soup to the back of the soup, although it was mixed with pot of water, but what is the taste of a medicinal soup? Thinking of this, the Royal Highness Princess is not guilty of the waste of food.
The two monks came forward together and wanted to take the soup from the little hand of Yu, and then forced him to drink the soup. No one of them thought that the princess would fall down and a bowl of soup. It’s not dead, it’s all over the face of a sinister slut, and a few drops even splashed into the eyes of this monk.
"Beizhou!" Another monk, Beiyuan, shouted the name of his companion and pulled the northern monk whose eyes were swollen.
"Princess!" Cheng watched Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly turned his face and hurt his hand, and he got up and put the jade small behind him.
"Barren eyes!" The northern monk shouted with his eyes wide open.
Yu Xiaoxiao headed out from the face of Cheng Guan, and looked at the eyes of Beizhou, which was swollen into a rotten peach. He was suspicious: "Is there anyone else who is allergic to brush pot water?" In the end, poison is impossible to use. The human body, so Yu Xiaoxiao has not seen the appearance of human poisoning, the first reaction is that this monk is allergic to brush pot water.
The Beiyuan monk squatted with Yu Xiaoxiao, who was guarded by Cheng Guan, and said, "Princess, do you know the end of the enemy with our Yongsheng Temple?"
Oops, Jade Xiaoxiao came out from behind Shen Guan, and this is the rhythm of the dry frame.
Cheng Guan said: "You don't care about me, you go back first."
Yu Xiaoxiao patted Cheng Guan and took her hand and said, "This seems to be wrong. You should not be afraid of the national division. I am in everything."
At this time, in the Buddhist temple where the Shaolin Shaoshi was located, the smile on the face of the big belly Luohan looked a little distorted and weird under the flashing candlelight.
Both North and Laojiao are urging the Shaolin Master to use some meals.
Fenglin Shaoshi whispered: "Is things sent to Chengguan?"
North is busy and busy: "It has already been sent, and Beizhou and Beiyuan have passed."
"When Guan Guan was in the temple, he did not agree with my brother," Fenglin Shaoshi said. "But I have no hatred with him."
In the first few steps of the North, he stood next to the Shaolin Shaoshi and said: "The Shaoshi, Chengguan rebel temple, if it falls to the hands of the master, he is afraid that he will live a pain, and the lesser will treat him. It’s all right.

The old man sighed with a sigh of relief. Cheng Guan was an extremely intelligent person. When he talked about Dharma in Yongsheng Temple, no one could stand with him. If it was not with no joy, how could Cheng Guan be rushed to Fengtian? This small country came to be a national teacher? Now Fenglin Shaoshi said with a voice that killing Chengguan is not for the brothers and sisters, but how can they identify Chengguan Rebel Temple by a letter from the district?

Meal?
asked Master Shaolin at this time.
The old man was busy carrying the jade tray and went forward. Before approaching the Shaolin Master, the old man also looked at the soup in the jade tray and smelled the taste of the soup. The person who used the poison only smelled one. The taste of the stock is very strong, the taste of sweet noodles. The old man’s brow is a wrinkle. How can the kitchen of Huguo Temple make this kind of soup?
North Lonely, Fenglin Shaoshi finally wanted to eat, and he couldn’t help it. He looked at the old man and walked forward. He came over and took the jade tray from the old man’s hand and asked:
There is a problem with this meal. ?"
The old man shook his head. This meal was made by his own eyes on the kitchen of Huguo Temple. What problems can he have?
Looking at the old man, he shook his head and took a jade tray and walked to the front of the Shaolin Shaoshi. The little voice: "The lesser, these meals are still hot, you use some."
The Shaolin Master took a look at the northern end of the meal to his own, all of which were plain and light, and his taste was just ignorant by the Princess Linglong. In fact, after the sinister voice, after the nonsense, Master Feng Lin I felt so depressed in my heart and looked at the steaming meal. He had no appetite.
In the north, I saw that Fenglin Shaoshi didn’t move the chopsticks, and advised:
If you don’t want to use it, you can use some soup to warm your stomach.

"Let's put it down," Feng Lin said.
North lonely helpless, had to put the jade tray gently in front of the Shaolin Shaoshi.
At this time, the old man said: "The younger, the poor want to see a look."
Master Shaolin nodded and said: "You also take a look at the monks of Huguo Temple. Are you ready to see the rulings after the silence?"
"Yes," the old man replied to Fenglin, and he withdrew from the temple.
North Silence advised: "How much does it take for the lesser?"
Shaolin Shaoshi picked up the soup and dug a spoonful with a porcelain spoon and sent it into his mouth.
North Silently said: "Son Master, how long will we stay in Fengtian?"
A mouthful of soup into the mouth, Fenglin Shaoshi was made a bit of the taste of sweet noodles, what is this soup?
North Quiet did not pay attention to the change of Fenglin’s lesser, or stood there and said:
The poor think that the lesser should go to the next day, and the Huanguo teacher has already sent a letter to the Shaoshi, so that the Shaoshi will go to see him the next day. Why are the young masters not going?"
At this time, Master Shaolin only felt a pain in his throat. The strength of his hand became unable to hold the bowl, and a bowl of soup fell to the ground. The taste of the sweet sauce was scattered in the air of the temple.
To the reader:
The third is even more, and the fourth will be offered in an hour.