: 251 、 One vice beauty image

251, a portrait of a beautiful woman Mist sighed a sigh, it turned out to be such a thing, no wonder she saw her own eyes reveal a trace of confusion, seems to be looking at another person through himself.
Sometimes she is very curious, her own mother, what is it?
Her own life has been ruined for so many years, and her wife left a heart disease for her, and the Northern Emperor did not hesitate to rob people.
Your own mother, should be a very beautiful person!
In addition, she can't imagine what she is like at half-heartedly.
"Yan Er, the past things should not be in the premise of your mother, she is not good, if you have the heart to help, give her some relief and peace of mind, have time to go to her room to accompany her Her body, the stone is not spiritual." Ming sighed again, no longer said this.
Mingwu nodded, and went to Mrs. Feng’s room in the afternoon and sent her own Yuan Dan.
The lady’s body is so bad that she can’t make up too much. She can’t stand the baptism of other medicinal herbs. She can only adjust it slowly for a while and then look at the situation.
Mrs. Feng originally slept, and she saw that Yan Er sent her to Fu Yuan Dan. She was moved and sat on the bed to chat with Ming Yuyan.
"Yan Er, speaking, your appearance is not like your mother. Your mother is like the holy water of the Tianshan Mountains. It is always pure and quiet. You are sunshine, brighter and more energetic than her. I always think about it." If you want a daughter of such a temper, if she can see how good she is now."
After saying this, it seems to have taken away most of Mrs. Feng’s strength. She coughed a few times, and her voice was weak and pitiful.
Mingwuyan sat down and took Mrs. Feng's wrist and gently grasped it. She found that her wrist was so thin that she only had skinny bones.
She frowned slightly. "Dan Niang, are you still anorexia? You don't eat."
Next to the close-fitting ring, he hurriedly said: "Missy, my wife can't eat it. I want to spit it out when I eat it, so I only eat two porridge rice every day."
Mingwuyan stood up. "This can't be done! You look at the dry mother, I will cook it."
Mrs. Feng was happy and moved to call her. "Yan, don't be busy, you can't really eat it, don't worry, you waste your heart."
Mingwuyan immediately raised a confident smile. "Dang Niang, you will definitely eat what I cook, and, I am the one who cooks the most things in the world. Do you believe it or not?"
Mingwu smiled and teased her. This woman is too lacking in emotion and smile. Her life should not be like this.
Just do something for your own mother!
The lady laughed, and the smile was shallow, and the whole person was much more vivid.
She nodded. "That line, the mother is troublesome."
Mingwuyan immediately turned and left the room and went to the kitchen of the General's House.
When the people in the kitchen saw the new lady in their house, they immediately stood aside with fear.
Mingwuyan casually said: "Don't be nervous, I just cook something, you want to watch it, you can play outside."
"That, Missy, do we need help?" someone whispered.
Mingwu Yan shook his head. "No, I will be fine soon."
She looked around and found that the rice in the kitchen was very ordinary rice. She frowned her eyebrows, and then silently told the three spirits to harvest the dozens of colorful rice that she had spared.
After peeling off the outer shell of the grain, she began to use colorful rice porridge.
The cook who was next to it wanted to go forward to help the fire, but knowing that the fog was a little finger, the fire burned and scared her to hurry.
Mingwu Yan smiled: "Don't be afraid, this is the five elements of fire that I have cultivated."
The kitchen was busy nodding. What kind of fire she just heard from people, but she didn't see it before, so she opened her eyes at this moment.
Mingwuyan continued to add some Tianling spring water to the rice, smashed the porridge with the separated rainbow fire, and then picked out two heavenly ganoderma lucidum from the medicine king's Qiankun bag, washed and chopped and put in In the pot...
In the process of tanning, Mingwuyan saw a sweet potato in the kitchen. She was free to pick up a few sweet potatoes, and made a gourd sweet potato and some sweet potato balls.
After doing something well, her first thought was to leave a copy for Xue Yihan. So, she did it, put a room for marriage, and then took out the No. 1 hospital and left it to her. Some special sauces were seasoned, and Mrs. Feng made a digestible, easy-to-access side dish, which went to her room.
When Mrs. Feng saw these delicate foods, her eyes were red. Although there was no food, she saw this colorful and fragrant porridge. She was a little surprised and took a sip.
At the entrance, she was stunned by the whole person, this taste...
This taste actually evokes her appetite, actually makes her feel happy, it is incredible!
She glanced at the bright fog and saw her look and calm. She immediately took another sip and took another s...
She never knew that porridge could still do this, and that the porridge had something to eat in the belly, so that her whole person was warm, and it seemed that there was a force that was transmitted to her body, so comfortable!
Just like a person who is about to die of thirst encounters a clear spring, Mrs. Feng soon drank a bowl of porridge, and then even the dish was cleaned up.
Shantou looked at the lady who had eaten so much, smiled and closed her mouth, and saw that Missy was waiting so well, and immediately went to inform the generals.
"Yan, you are really the best chef in the world, I have never eaten such a delicious thing. Are these made with sweet potatoes?" Mrs. Feng hesitated to try it.
Mingwu Yan smiled: "This is a sweet potato, it is a bit sweet, the dry mother can taste it, the mouth will have more taste, don't eat too much. This sweet potato ball is also, you taste a fresh!"
"Hey!" Mrs. Feng smiled, and obediently only ate some.
These ordinary things have also brought her happiness, and now I want to come, she has really not eaten for a long time.
Yan's cooking, like opening her stomach, evokes her memory of food...
This child is really considerate, just like a nephew...
When I thought of my nephew, the smile on Mrs. Feng's face was slightly stiff. She turned and took a bamboo tube from the dark space on the side, and took out a good picture that was sealed.
Some of her trembling paintings will give a clear fog, whispered: "Yan, you have never seen your mother, you must miss her! This is the portrait of your mother..."
Ms. Yan was shocked. She never thought about it. One day, she would still see the portrait of her own mother...
She is almost eager to unfold the portrait...
With her movements, a beautiful woman appeared in the eyes of the bright fog, her eyebrows smiled, wearing a light blue veil, standing on a lake, the wind blowing her long Hair, raised her sleeves, the whole picture is so beautiful and elegant...
The person in the painting is really a beautiful woman. As Mrs. Feng described, even if she smiles, it gives a feeling of holiness like water...
Mother-in-law, more than that Xue Ruoqi is more in line with her imagination of the word of the Virgin!
"Your mother is very beautiful, right?" Mrs. Feng sighed.
The portrait is still there, still beautiful, but the Iraqis are no longer there, relying on the empty sigh...
Mingwu nodded, "Well. Damn, can you give this portrait to me?"
Mrs. Feng lowered her eyes and said something sad: "Yan, if you know who painted this portrait, you won't want to stay."
The misty face is slightly stunned and whispered: "Is this portrait not painted by you and me?"
Mrs. Feng shook her head and said something difficult: "It was painted by that person... that person is, yes..."
Having said that, Mrs. Feng coughed again.
Ming Mist Yan gently sighed for her, thoughts have been clear, and some of them said: "Difficult, this is Beichen Emperor Beichen won the painting?"
When Mrs. Feng heard the name of the person again, there was a horror in her eyes, and then she fell into tears.
"Yes, it is him..."
Mingwuyan does not understand this, how can Beichen win something, here?
She looked at Mrs. Feng with a puzzled look, and she had doubts and suspicions in her eyes.
"Yan, Beichen win is a trick, it is a demon..." Mrs. Feng suddenly excited.
At this moment, the general was coming. When he saw the portrait, he was angry.
"Far, don't you say that this portrait is burning? Why are you still?"
Mrs. Feng suddenly looked dumb and looked at her husband.
Mingwuyan looked at the atmosphere is not right, busy: "Dry, because I listened to me, saying that the mother and my mother are good friends, Yan Er has never seen her mother, even what she looks like I don't know, so I can tell the godmother to tell me. The mother thought about where she had been painted before, and then it turned over again. Don't be angry!"
General Feng De met Yan Er and said that the anger slightly converges somewhat, but his face is still not very good.
He turned his head and said to Mrs. Feng: "Don't think about it again. Yan, you will talk to your godmother for a while, and you will have something to say to you."
The bright fog nodded, "OK, dry!"
General Feng De looked at his wife again and turned away.
Originally, he heard that the ring began to eat, and Yan’s food was eaten. She ate a lot. He only came to see it. I didn’t expect to see the portrait that had troubled...
In order not to scare Yan, he strode away.