The meat cut into half finger width was cooked quickly, and the pork with winter bamboo shoots was also cooked for the first time.

The meat was first eaten by the guards who were good at martial arts and the servants with swords, but the first bowl was presented to the owner of the place, Miss Zunzi, and five young masters. As for the Taoist priest, even if he is sleeping now, he must serve it first.

Place the bowl next to it.

The servants with the sword ignored the rest. After getting the bowl, they raised their chopsticks and started eating.

The five young men stared at their fifth sister and started eating bite by bite.

Anyway, the five brothers didn’t know how many glared at each other. If they glared, their eyes would fall out. If they really fell out, it would be a bit scary.

Xining really wants to look in the mirror. Isn’t it ugly? No, I should be very gentle. I still bite the meat and eat it in one bite. Look at the other people, they are all bite by one, and the corners of their mouths are oily.

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"It's delicious~" A guard chewed in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked enjoyed.

Although they eat meat on weekdays, they are not as big as such.

Xining looked at the five brothers and reminded: "This may be our last meal. Only when we eat enough can we be as strong as a guard, and we can have the strength to kill people, and we can run away from our lives..."

It is better to go on the road when you are full than to go on the road when you are hungry. The eldest brother gritted his teeth, picked up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and started eating.

The elder brother had eaten all the time, and the other four brothers looked at each other, slowly picked up the bowl and ate silently.

Because I didn't eat meat for a long time, the taste of meat subconsciously formed a conditioned reflex. After eating two pieces of it, my brother was disgusted and almost vomited it out.

The fifth brother turned around in disgust, turned his back to him and refused to look. He was so pretentious that eating meat could make him disgusted. He didn't know why his mother, Mrs. Lunzi, wanted such a waste to be her adopted son.

Xining signaled the servant to put a bowl of winter bamboo shoots and cooked rice, and exchanged the Sixth Brother's bowl.

"Don't want to eat meat? Don't force it? After all, it may be the last meal." Xining said to the kitchen manager: "What else can I eat? Choose what can I cook soon."

"Yes!" The manager immediately took a small pot, and the chef went into the house and cut some leeks and handed them to him. He immediately started frying.

Only then did everyone realize that in the flower pots placed around, it turned out that they were not planting flowers but leeks. Last time, there was a legend? Miss Five put a vegetable pot in the house where the brazier was placed? Vegetables can grow in winter.

It turns out to be true.

Have vegetables? Brother Liu ate it more delicious.

The broth of the roasted meat, plus some slices of winter melon, drink it while it is hot. Can Brother Liu drink it? Everyone is holding the rice bowl? Add meat to the rice, and drink the winter melon soup. Many people are sweating when they eat it.

Seeing Brother Six take out the powder box from the bag tied around his waist and replenish powder on his face at the little bronze mirror? This time it was Xining's turn to stare at him.

"Yes~" Taoist Master Fujiwara seemed to have woken up in a daze at this time? Maybe he was awakened by the scent of meat.

Xining asked someone to bring the broth over and let the eldest and second brothers feed them in.

After drinking half a bowl of soup, Master Fujiwara fell asleep again.

After Xining finished eating, put down the bowl: "Who has a knife, give me one."

Master Fujiwara's personal bodyguard stood up, took off his short knife, and handed it over with respect.

The guard was old and had an old scar on his face that ran across half of his face. He had been kneeling not far away.

Xining took it with both hands and pulled the knife away halfway. The surface of the knife was filled with cold light and murderous aura. This is how it was soaked in blood.

She pulled it out, and the knife made a slight golden sound, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Good knife!"

"Long sword attack, short sword defense, can also be..." Xining admired the sword and said leisurely, instead looking at the old guard with a smile: "If you commit suicide, you will not be humiliated."

The old guard bowed his head suddenly and saluted, looking extremely majestic, with excitement in his tough voice: "I swear to be loyal to the Lord Taoist and Miss Zunzi to death."

In this era, the samurai swords were in the prototype. They usually carried one sword, and some swords were more like swords, and only the old guards carried two swords.

Xining said calmly: "It is said that you have followed my father since you were a child, and it was my grandfather who gave it to me."

Such royal relatives and nobles often cultivate some loyal guards, who have been kept by their side since childhood and trained their martial arts skills.

The old guard nodded: "Yes!"

Xining smiled suddenly: "If this time I can help my father overcome the difficulties, I personally beg my father to be the reincarnation of you or your son and grandson."

The old guard suddenly raised his head, stared at his eyes, and then immediately lowered his head: "I dare not, it is my duty to be loyal."

These guards are different from other servants and guards with swords. These guards are often slaves. Only when slaves, everything they have belongs to their masters, will they completely obey orders.

"Why, can't you trust me?" Xining turned to everyone: "All those who help me with the Fujiwara family today are slaves who are free from slaves, and those who are servants have 30% more monthly silver. Those who have meritorious rewards are also given.

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All the slaves knelt down and vowed to be tragic for all the adults and ladies, and they would die for the rest of their lives.

"Don't rush to express your thoughts, you haven't finished speaking yet. The deceased, my Fujiwara family will give you pensions and benefit your descendants. But if you escape at the last battle, you sell your owners and seek honor..." Xining's face suddenly sank: "Kill!"

Many people trembled all over, and everyone kowtowed and said "yes".

The elder brother looked at his fifth sister, who was only eleven years old after the age of 11, and recalled what he was doing when he was eleven years old.

He was a child in the palace at the age of six and accompanied the king of heaven. At the age of 12, he was named Lai Tong, and was under the five ranks. At the age of 15, he was from three ranks, reaching the level of a minister. At the age of 21, he was accused of officials and officials. Last year, he was accused of officials and officials.

At the end of the year, he had just become the youngest regent.

But tonight, he felt that he was not as good as the young fifth sister. Could it be that the Taoist master was shot in the arrow just now, which scared him silly?

Thinking of this, he straightened his body: "The Taoist Master is in a coma. As the eldest son of the Fujiwara family, I should be the one who decides! I agree with what my fifth sister said, as long as I can overcome the difficulties, my Fujiwara family will definitely not forget it.

, there will be a reward for merit."

Everyone immediately turned to him and saluted: "Yes, Lord Lai Tong!"

Finally he found the feeling, that's it. He glanced at the side and saw the fifth sister sitting cross-legged, her eyes closed slightly, and a smile on the corner of her mouth.

He waved: "Everyone takes a shift."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the fifth sister holding a short knife and lying on the ground, pulling the quilt with one hand.

I can't understand this fifth sister anymore. But now they are all people on the same boat, and the fifth sister has no elbows and wants to protect them. So he stood up and asked the guards to get the knife.

After the guard gave the knife, he had a headache. He only had one knife. He gave it to the eldest son. When the other person came in, what would he beat him?

So he took a look and snatched the knife: "I'll give this to me."

"Then what should I use?" This person dared not speak out.

"Go and find a kitchen knife, anyway, your martial arts can be done with a kitchen knife."

If you have good martial arts skills, you can use anything, or if you have poor martial arts skills, you can only use a kitchen knife. Is this a praise or a demotion? But there is no way to grab it, so you can only find another weapon.
Chapter completed!