Chapter 73: Meal decision

Chapter 73—Decisions on Rice
The battle of Shangqing Temple has been under way for three days.
Duan Yu brought the imperial spirit back to the palace and handed it to the emperor.
Shao Yi's body gradually improved. Although he was still unable to walk down, he was able to speak normally after eating and drinking.
Lu Zizheng originally wanted to go back to Tianshui Pavilion directly, but the emperor told him to stay, saying that the situation in the palace is now unstable, and he hopes that he will stay in town for half a month.
So Qing Qiao naturally did not leave. Because even if she wanted to go somewhere else, there was no room for her now.
The sun was shining brightly on this day, and she came alone to the highest stargazing hall in the palace.
Sitting on the stargazing platform, we can see the clear waves of Songtao in the distance.
In the depths of the Qingshan, the cymbals knocked on the golden ground, the monks sang the sound of Brahma, and there was Shangqing Temple.
I don't know what ingenious means Duan Yu used to minimize the influence of things. The monk abruptly rose to heaven, the monk in the temple was sad for a while, and soon recovered as usual. Wu Yiwei's collective aphasia and amnesia, the emperor and the old man did not know that she was the orphan of the herdsmen of the hereditary side; Duan Yu accepted her true identity as a foreign visitor in shock, and decided to return to her home to digest slowly.
It's all over.
Of course, she thought it was over, and soon she would regret why she was so alert.
With her legs curled slightly, her chin leaned against her knees, and she sniffed the scent of wind.
Well, it ’s so sweet, it ’s sweet and sweet, and it smells like Babao chrysanthemum cake ... huh?
Opening his eyes violently, he saw that the nose of the nose really had a plate of crystal clear powdery waxy chrysanthemum cake.
As soon as he turned his head, Duan Yu's enlarged smiley face was beside him.
"... Master." She also smiled at him, and nodded slightly to show politeness.
Seeing him now, she had no hatred and no anger in her heart-after all, to some extent, he hadn't completely wronged her.
She even asked him in person if Bao Quan had sent him to kill. Duan Yu behaved very calmly and explained to her very seriously that Wu Yiwei would never use the method of inferiority.
Bale, bale.
Whether it is true or false, she will not pursue it, and she does not want to care about it.
If you know, how can you devote your whole life to revenge like nothing?
Now her state of mind is such a vicissitudes, not the girl Gu Jiaqiao who was giggling at the Lantern Festival at the beginning, nor the wild girl Gan surging around the uncle on Xiling Mountain. She has the illusion of seeing through the dust, and it seems that her mission to this world has been completed.
"Next, what are your plans?"
Duan Yu saw that she refused to accept her kindness and simply grabbed a piece of cold cake and put it in her mouth.
"... No special plans."
Qing Qiao smiled slightly. "Should still go home."
Once, she envisioned many times in her heart-what would happen when Duan Yu knew her true identity?
When she still had love and dreams in her heart, she hoped that Duan Yu would be angry, and then wept with tears and kneel to keep her. Then she floated away like a fairy, waving her hand without taking a sleeve.
When the rest of her mind was calculations and fear, she thought it was best that Duan Yu never knew it until she successfully returned home. Then no matter if Duan Yu would send someone to find, everything has nothing to do with her.
Times have changed, and now she has no love dreams in her heart, no fear of calculation, only openness and tranquility, tolerance and broadness.
"Master, would you be curious about what is happening in my hometown?"
Seeing Duan Yu's joy, Qing Qiao finally reached out and grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake.
"Although I'm curious, I don't intend to ask." Duan Yu smiled slightly. "Because the more you ask, the more homesick you will be."
Qing Qiao was somewhat surprised by his thoughtfulness and couldn't help turning his head to look at him.
The corner of Duan Yu's mouth was stained with white glutinous rice flour. She wanted to reach out and help him remove it. Half of her hand retracted.
"... Are you going to tell me?"
Duan Yu's eyes were dark, and soon they were bright again.
"Let's go to another day." Gathering his knees, Qing Qiao looked into the distant distance. "Before I leave, I can always find some time."
"The priest ..." Duan Yu hesitated, and finally said, "Did the priest have said that, I hope you stay?"
"He?" Qing Qiao remembered Lu Zizheng, who was sleeping in the flower hall at the moment, couldn't help but grin, "He should be happy to see me go back. Someone in the province always annoys him."
After a moment of silence, Duan Yu stopped talking about this topic, and the two began to talk about the past like old friends.
"Master, where is Ada now?"
"In the royal palace, the skill of braised pork is becoming more and more exquisite."
"Really? I really want to try it."
"Will I take you back to the palace?"
"... forget it, anyway, people who will disappear in the future are not as good as disappearing now."
"..."
"Yes, is Dongxi okay?"
"Well, she has been temporarily transferred to serve the prince, but Shao Yi is always clamoring to see you."
"Oh, no! I'm afraid he would hate me for poking his face when he was poisoned. For your safety, don't see me for the time being!"
"..."
"Well, how about the heroic Qiaofeng Qiao in Wuyiwei?"
"Very good. I married a lady from the Guan family as a concubine, and maybe I will take a little official."
"Well, this guy is Paner Zheng, Zi Tshun, I knew he would definitely be watched by Miss Qianjin as a crow and turned into a phoenix! Ah, no, it is a sparrow into a phoenix. I have no hint or insinuation of Wu Yiwei ... "
"..."
"Since you remember Qiao Feng, do you still remember Xing Si?" This time Duan Yu took the initiative to ask questions.
"Who? Not at all ..."
"You, remember how good-looking you are!"
"..." Please, can this blame me? !! I should blame the author, because she has shaped such a passerby who cannot make a profound impact!
"Remember that I used to take you to eat garlic white meat? The chef named Qiao Feng was dressed by him. Later, he became addicted to posing as a chef, and learned a good cooking skill with Ada. Now it is comparable. Real chef. "
"Wow! It's the ugly old Ding Qiao Feng!" A startled voice, "then the blue tooth wolf on his stomach ..."
"Naturally, it is painted. The real wolf head on the side of Wang Bimu is red-eyed six teeth. When Xing Si is posing, he paints blue-eyed four teeth. In order to find out the pigments that did not fade, he was due diligence to let the court painter study For a long time ... "
"Wow ... then he will be very painful to go home and take a bath every day after the play ..." sighed with great sympathy.
"..." Probably, I'll use that whole dustpan loofah.
Just chatting casually, eating a whole box of osmanthus osmanthus cakes, the sun is about to go west.
"Well, it's time to go back to eat." Although not hungry, Qing Qiao still patted his buttocks and stood up comfortably.
Duan Yujing was sitting still, motionless.
"Mr. Feife still wants to blow hair here?" Qingqiao looked around subconsciously, Qingqiao looked around. "Here, it is dark and cold at night, and the road is inconvenient. I advise His Royal Highness to dispel this idea as soon as possible."
"... Do you have to go back?"
Duan Yu slowly looked up under the orange and yellow twilight.
He seemed to have spent a lot of effort to say this, a pair of narrow and long eyes burning hot, bright and amazing.
Qing Qiao froze, looked at Duan Yu's face, and began to study his expression.
"... Yes, Your Highness."
Her answer was very low, gentle, polite, and extremely determined.
"If you go back late, there will be no meat to eat."
Back at Wu Fangxuan, he fed Mana and Xiao Qiao with two parrots and polished the Aoki humanoid sword. There seemed to be nothing to do. Think about it and go to Lu Zizheng.
As soon as he stepped into Lu Zizhen's presidential suite, he found that he didn't go to sleep, instead, he was holding a piece of sheepskin roll in earnest.
"The sun is coming out from the west!" Qing Qiao rushed forward, taking away the sheepskin roll in his hand. "Bad boys have also begun to love learning? How rare!"
Now in the world, the only person who can make her feel at ease and at ease is Lu Zizheng.
Although she had complained about it, why did she capture Duan Yu's arrow and shoot it out?
"Because I think he will be against you then." Lu Zizhen answered.
How could she bear such blame for such an answer? People are dead, so do n’t be embarrassed by the dead.
"My name is to maintain normal operation. After all, no matter how good my brain is, it will rust."
Lu Zizheng was not anxious or annoyed, and raised Erlang's legs lazily.
"What is this?" Qing Qiao pointed the sheepskin roll at the candlelight, and saw a lot of mottled alien text on it.
"Is it a treasure map? Or martial arts secret ?!" She could not understand at all.
"You, you deserve to accompany the little prince to see the beauty picture!" Lu Zizhen laughed out loud at her, "Do you know which gossip are the gossips? Do you know where Rendu Ermai is? Treasure map and martial art Cheats! Do n’t know how to pretend!

Qing Qiao glared at him, although his heart was angry, but the others were telling the truth, so he dared not to speak, rolled the sheepskin to Lu Zizhen's feet, and sat down with one buttock and started to crack the sesame crisps.
"Are you still eating? Can't you feed the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes during the day?"
Open slowly, Lu Zizhen clips his fingers, and the sheepskin rolls fly back into his hands automatically.
"Eating again is a big fat woman, with a face like a full moon and a sow, and you can't even stop you at noon."
This super vinegar jar!
Unbearable, Qing Qiao grabbed the sesame crisp next to him and smashed at him one after another: "My old lady loves to eat, you can manage it!"
Unexpectedly, he didn't stand firmly, stepped on a sesame crisp, stumbled into Lu Zizheng's arms.
"... Yes, I wouldn't be mad anymore."
Lu Zizheng smiled at the opportunity and grabbed her waist.
Qing Qiao was about to blush and suddenly heard the second sentence opposite: "Oh, why is it two inches longer than before? Sister, are you fat again?"
Suddenly furious, he raised his fist punch and smashed forward.
The two were playing for a while, and Lu Zizhen suddenly climbed onto her shoulders and walked in front of her to look at her seriously.
"Xiao Qiao, are you really determined to go home?"
He rarely called her name directly. Once called, it meant that he was talking to her with a very serious attitude.
Without a moment of hesitation, Qing Qiao nodded.
"Even if Mr. Duan opens his mouth to stay with you, are you still leaving?" Lu Zizhen's eyes were full of meaningful and uncertain light.
Silent, Qing Qiao sighed.
"You don't understand, he won't keep me. Because he never knows human feelings, he won't lose, let alone keep."
When the voice landed, he looked up and gave Lu Zizhen a severe glance: "You are not much better than him!"
Spreading his hands, Lu Zizhen was full of joy and laughed.
"Enough laugh? Okay?" Qing Qiao sat down on the couch, lazily buried his face in the silky quilt.
"Uncle, if you are happy, remember to work for me! Now that the four spirits are out of the four spirits, what about the remaining‘ ground ’? Did n’t you say that the Wumen is a buried altar ...

Suddenly she sat up with her and looked puzzled: "Ah! Shouldn't you have me move the entire altar ?!"
"Well, move as you say, you think it's a pickle jar!"
A cracking chestnut was snapped in the back of her head-Lu Zizhen retracted the sheepskin roll in her hand and gave her a sideways glance, as if smiling.
"How to find the 'Wumen'? What should I do when I find it?" Qing Qiao rubbed his mouth while touching his head.
"It's not easy to say simple, it's not difficult to say." Lu Zizhen sat next to her.
"Cut your meat with the Aoki humanoid sword, drop three drops of blood on the Ding Tianzhu, and then place the Ding Tianzhu in the Qiankun plate, and wait for a while to show the position."
"It's very simple ..." Qing Qiao was disappointed by this simple process, and secretly despised the author's IQ in his heart-compared with those martial arts fantasy writers, he was a class A tree planted in the river, and the author of the afternoon gate was class F Aihara Kotoko!
"Although that's what it says." Lu Zizhen smiled, "But for others, these are impossible tasks."
"Ah?" Qing Qiao turned to look at him, with a confused look-did people in this era generally not count? I do n’t know how much blood is going to drip?
"Sword, because of your sword." Lu Zizhen uttered a miracle, and his gaze rested on the cyan sword that was randomly placed by the table.
"Aoki humanoid sword psychic, since we recognize you as the master, now only you in this world can pull it out, no one else can."
"... including you?" Qing Qiao doubted.
"I'd rather pull it out and try." He pouted with anger, not knowing if it was stubborn or disdain. "No matter how old the sword is, it's an ancient magic sword. It's a pity to stay by your side, unfortunately—" Unwilling, "Unfortunately this stupid sword is to identify you."
"You mean ..." Qing Qiao lit up his entire face, exuding a glow of excitement, "even if you can't pull it out with witchcraft?"
Looking at the silly aunt who was drooling in front of her, Lu Zizhen really didn't want to tell her-no matter what magical magic, no matter intimidation and lure, even if in the end he cruelly wronged himself to become Gu Qingqiao, this stupid sword was not willing Buy it.
Alas, looking back, he covered half his face and slowly shook his head.
"Oh! Oh la!"
Qing Qiao overjoyed, rushed to the Eight Immortals table, raised his sword and kissed and kissed, touched and touched.
"What a great cheap (sword) man you are! How can you have such a precious spirit that is imposing and indomitable and impoverishable!"
In this way, she no longer has to worry about the bad guy stealing the Aoki humanoid sword to do wrong, because it can't be pulled at all!
Lu Zizhen rolled his eyes, slipped softly onto the bed and sat down, venting his dissatisfaction with his twisted neck and high chin.
"And then?"
Qing Qiao held the sword, and smiled as if holding the baby (of course, it is also a baby), Lu Zizhen: "What should I do when I find the position of 'Wumen'?"
Lu Zizhen was silent, his back to Qing Qiao suddenly stiffened.
"Please, tell me!" Qing Qiao reached out to rub Lu Zizheng's shoulders, trying to turn his face to himself.
"... then put Ding Tianzhu, Aoki human-shaped sword, and Jiuzhuan Qingyin Bell in the corresponding altar vessels, and donate the blood of the descendants of the people who buried the altar to realize their wishes."
After a while, Lu Zizhen's voice came over, with a slight dullness, a little floating.
"Why!" Qing Qiao pursed his lips. "How did you answer reluctantly?"
Then suddenly remembered Lu Zizheng's complexion.
"Don't you say before that only the blood of a kimchi jar is enough? Shouldn't all my blood be drained at the last moment ?!"
-That aunt's grandmother is going back to fart! Wear it directly to Egypt and run away with those mummy! Oh Memphis! wait for me! My girl will soon rescue you from Grandma Carroll!
"... I don't need that much." Lu Zizhen broke away from her hands and regained her role as the devil's king with a smile on her skin. "A drop on each artifact is just fine."
"You have to scare me!" Bai Bai glanced at him, Qing Qiao sat down relaxedly, patted his and uttered mad words, "I'm not terrified ..."
"Yeah, it's not scared, it's silly." Lu Zizheng picked it up casually, and smiled strangely.
"Stupid is stupid! Anyway, I can go home soon, and a child with a family is like a treasure, and I will not be short of people when it hurts!"
Qing Qiao grimaced at him.
"Xing Xing Xing ~~~~~ Miss Qianjin, when are you going to go to the Noon Gate?"
Lu Zizhen lowered his eyes quietly, and from the perspective of Qing Qiao, he could only see his slightly upturned lips.
"Well ... Of course, the sooner the better, we will start when your mana is fully restored, okay?"
"In this case, it is better to hit the sun than to choose the sun, or tomorrow?"
"Ah? So fast?"
"Why, isn't it as fast as you say?"
"Uh ... this is what I just said ... then tomorrow will be fine, but you have to help me find the emperor to borrow the emperor ..."
Unconsciously, Yueer has climbed up the willow.
There are two cyan shadows on the white screens, looking closely at each other, just like a newly-married young couple just finished their work, sitting sweetly at the bedside.
Someone outside the window looked at the shadows, squeezed their fists tightly, and then let go slowly.
Nothing can escape from his control, never.
No before, no now, no in the future.
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