Not long ago, the Water Temple had dismissed all the officials and palace officials, but at some point, the sound of singing and dancing resounded again.
The golden furnace adds incense to the beast, and the beautiful palace servants fly like butterflies to the dance music. The emperor, who has a face as beautiful as a crown jade and a romantic talent, takes advantage of the wilderness with his long arms to embrace the beautiful woman dancing in front of him. He holds flowers in one hand, listens to the drum, and teases her in his arms.
beautiful woman.
The music of the drums and the bottles of wine have unknowingly intoxicated the romantic and passionate soul of this emperor.
The beauty's slender hands held a wine glass with blue and white outlines on it, and she talked and laughed to persuade the king to drink one more glass.
When the wine is full and the love is deep, I can't help but take the beauty's hand and dance with her.
The beauty's face is like jade, her appearance is stunning, her skirt is as colorful as a rainbow, her silk stockings are like clouds, her long sleeves are as graceful as a weak willow in the wind, and she sings a long song all night, just like the sound of the country's subjugation.
The witch held a silver and white jade wine glass and sat on the window sill. Her eyes were blurred and she smiled and said: "Your Majesty is the emperor of heaven and earth. The love of the king should be like the sun, and we mentally retarded women are all born to face the sun on the earth.
The sunflower, Your Majesty’s warmth and luster shines on the earth, and the light and rain nourish all the lakes and seas, and the wilderness and ten marshes, I think that Your Majesty will never pity and care for just one sunflower..."
The emperor took advantage of the wilderness to embrace the beautiful woman, listened to her playing the flute, and gently arranged flowers on her temples with one hand. His affectionate look and tender and beautiful eyes were no more intense than when he looked at the future concubine Gu Kui.
shallow.
It was as if the beauties dancing gracefully to the music in this great hall were all the loves he could not let go of in his life.
Hearing the words of the witch taking the silver, Emperor Chenghuang felt a lot of emotions in his heart. He sighed heavily: "Such a delicate flower and beautiful wife should have been protected in a golden house and a jade palace. They should not be baptized by the flames of war. All the people in the empty lotus will suffer."
, Tang lost his body and life, and he never acted kindly for the law. For this reason, I should hold up half of the world for you in this upcoming troubled world."
Just like what happened not long ago, the emperor took advantage of the situation and spoke freely about his ambitions, but he did not know the word "sadness". Without strength, there is no way to express sadness.
He has never witnessed the ups and downs and tragedies of history, and the heroic words that come out of his mouth are somewhat true.
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In Wangchen Hall, it was rare for Cangnan Yi not to be in seclusion, and it was rare for Bai Lian not to study at night.
Outside the back window of the palace is a clear pond, which becomes even cooler when the frost falls. A cold current and cold wind blow through, and the rustling snow makes the air chaotic.
The night is as cold as water. Cangnan Yi is not wearing her usual white dress with wide sleeves and flowing green clothes tonight. Instead, she is wearing a large ink-colored cloak. Her fair skin is offset by the inky black, and her skin color is better than the white snow on the mountain tops.
Although his face was obviously pale and his pink lips showed no color at all, his brows were clear and his gaze looked at the starry sky at night and dawn, which was clear and cold. If you looked closely at the candle, it seemed to be slightly moist.
She clasped her hands under the thick cloak as if she were afraid of the cold, and her fingers gently stroked the pendant fangs under her neck in an invisible place, and the delicate touch of cold jade slid between her fingertips.
It was already dark, Cang Nanyi let out a long sleepy yawn, even his eyes were lazy.
She looked at the boy who was squatting in front of the fire and fanning the fire carefully with a cattail leaf fan. There was a small earthen pot placed on the red coals of the clay stove. Thick hot bubbles were bubbling in the earthen pot, and the thick white milk was boiling in it.
Colored gruel.
It was obviously plain white porridge, but for some reason, the air was filled with an alluring aroma. Before the young man got down, a variety of side dishes, meat, and mushrooms were placed on simple porcelain plates.
Mushrooms, fish, shrimp and seafood were all cleaned and arranged neatly.
The dim light and shadow of the evening illuminated the young man's handsome eyebrows, and the thin light dust slowly floated in the air, mixed with the fragrance of rice porridge and medicinal food. Unconsciously, the cold and empty hall became a little more fragrant and fragrant.
Warmth.
Cang Nanyi was very tired today. After bringing Bailian back from Qiyun Peak, she slept for a while before waking up in the middle of the night.
She was sitting on the bed casually, wrapped in a big cloak, without even putting on her shoes and socks. She looked at him, her quiet eyebrows did not seem to have changed much from before she fell asleep, and her dark eyes could not reveal any trace of her thoughts.
appearance.
I just don’t know when it started...
This boy seemed to regard her Wangchen Palace as his own small kitchen?
Since ancient times, he has always done things that others would not dare to think about, and he has always done them naturally and confidently.
What's even more frustrating is that Cang Nanyi really has no way to deal with him.
Because she could smell the aroma of medicinal porridge in the air at this moment. It was extremely rare... that she actually felt a little hungry in the middle of the night.
Bailian filled a small bowl of rice porridge from the earthen pot. The porridge inside became thinner, but the color was still milky white. As it rolled, it could be seen that unknown medicinal materials had been chopped into thin pieces.
The filaments and ginger slices are tumbling in it.
He brought a few plates and put some abalone, fresh shrimps, mushrooms, and picked crab meat into the boiling and rolling earthen pots one by one, and then cut the slices as thin as cicada wings and pink in color.
Thin slices of beef are dipped into the porridge.
The extremely thin beef was cooked as soon as it was blanched. Bai Lian quickly took it out and put it into a small bowl. He also scooped a layer of thick white soup, sprinkled with the sauce, chopped green onion, sesame and coriander, and then served it to Cangnan Yi.
He waved his hand and said: "Mother, you can eat beef first."
The stove burning silver charcoal was not far from the empress's bed. With a slight bend, she could take the bowl of beef that Bai Lian handed her.
At such a close distance, she didn't bother to get out of bed, and held the bowl of beef soaked in hot soup with spring onions in her hands.
She took a sip of the soup first, and a warm current spread down her throat to her chest and abdomen, carrying the unique fragrance of grains and rice. Her entire stomach felt warm, making people move their index fingers.
Although she usually eats a light diet, she is not overly particular about abstaining from meat and fish and alcohol.
Use chopsticks to pick up two thin and large slices of beef. The color of Balian's tone is extremely thin and looks very light. The color of the beef is translucent and extremely attractive.
Not long after, she chewed a small bowl of beef slowly and ate it thoroughly.
Cang Nanyi lazily held the empty bowl in one hand and handed it out slowly. After drinking a bowl of hot soup, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and a thin layer of fine blood appeared between her straight nose.
sweat.
She raised her eyelids and said: "The sauce is quite good. It's a pity that you are a servant. If you were a cook, you would be very good."
Bai Lian had already assumed his role as the servant of the king with peace of mind. He smiled and took the empty bowl handed over by Cang Nan Yi. This was the abalone, shrimp, mushrooms in the earthen pot that had been cooked.
He fished it out carefully, spread it on the bottom of the bowl, and poured a spoonful of thick, soft and glutinous white porridge on top.
A bowl full of seafood porridge is so freshly baked.
He sprinkled on the chopped parsley and green onion, stirred, took out a thin egg and chive pancake that had been hot-fried, handed it to Cang Nanyi, and said with a smile: "There is no conflict between the two, after all...
...A servant who can cook can please your Majesty more, right?"
Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows slightly.
So this guy seems to be trying to please her right now?
It doesn't look like it.
Who is the servant who pleases people and is so close to life, rolling up his sleeves and making soup?
He doesn't look like a servant.
On the contrary, he is more like a young man who married young and is full of feelings for a husband?
If there was another child at this time, the picture would surely be more harmonious.
Although this boy looks young, Cang Nanyi always feels that he will be a good father.
As soon as this spontaneous thought emerged from his heart, Cang Nanyi couldn't help but feel startled.
This is all a mess...
It was just a bowl of beef shabu-shabu from him. How could she have the idea of a fairy with warm clothes, plenty of food and food, and a cozy room with fireworks?
Cang Nanyi looked at the food handed over by Bailian, came back to his senses, frowned, and said: "Do you think I am a pig? I am already late at night, how can I eat so much food."
That was what she said, but she still took what Balian handed over, without even getting off the bed, like a house lady who had nothing to do but food and clothing.
She used chopsticks to break the soft egg pancake into small pieces, soaked it in the soup, took a bite, and the tender, soft and soup-filled texture spread between her lips and teeth.
It's a warm taste.
Cang Nanyi held the bowl and said, "Is this medicinal food?"
Whether it is the soup, porridge or pancakes, there is a light and bitter medicinal aroma, which not only enriches the taste of the food, but as the warm current enters the stomach, more and more spiritual power flows into the internal organs of the body.
middle.
Although the effect was slight, it was really there, repairing her muscles and veins that had been riddled with holes for a long time.
Her current physical damage has already reached the point of irreparability. This body is like a thin paper umbrella riddled with holes in a snowstorm.
In this world, there is basically no magic medicine that can have any effect on her injuries.
Unexpectedly, this small medicinal diet can have such a small effect.
Even though it was impossible to cure her years of chronic infirmities and new injuries, this sip of soup and porridge on her lower abdomen could effectively relieve the pain of tearing her muscles and organs.
She tasted the medicinal properties in this soup and porridge. In fact, boiling it directly into a soup can also have this effect.
But how did this kid know that she didn't like to eat bitter medicine?
If he stewed a pot of thick black soup, she would not even try a bite.
Now she only took a nap in the middle of the night, and the red clay stove and earthen pots had already prepared porridge. She thought that she had just woken up at night and was in pain and discomfort, so she must not have much appetite to eat.
But she threw the empty bowl out again and again, and this boy tirelessly brought new bowls full of rich food to her, while chatting with her about interesting anecdotes from all over the world that had nothing to do with Kunlun Jingxu.
anecdote.
She was eating alone, but it was too boring. Bailian wiped his chopsticks with his sleeves, but the shadows falling on the ground grew longer and taller wordlessly.
Her silver hair spreads out among the carpets, cool as moonlight, and her skin is as cold as jade. Her appearance should have been as sharp as a steel knife, but at this moment it is all sharp, even with the pair of slender and sharp nails in front of her forehead.
The silver dragon horns only have two pairs of small protruding horns on the forehead.
Her long hair, which was as cool as silver snow, was illuminated by the cold lamps of the palace, but it did not appear cold. Instead, it was like the hot porridge churning in the jar, glowing with a hint of warmth.
Without any warning, the demon body appeared naturally.
He didn't say anything, but he seemed to say everything.
It was completely different from the guarded look that day in the courtyard of Xiaoshanju.
He seemed to feel that the two chains behind him were clanging noisily and troublesomely, so he simply pulled them off and pulled them off.
The Moonlight Lock left his body and immediately turned into a moon seal hanging between his wrists. He clung to it obediently and obediently. It looked like the soul-locking fairy clan's treasure that sealed the corpse demon.
Under the demon body, there are five flavors.
Balian turned over another empty bowl, added a bowl of hot porridge with fresh shrimps for himself, and baked an egg pancake. He drank the hot porridge, narrowed his eyes cheerfully, smiled faintly, and said: "Nighttime
It is more fun to eat and chat with someone for a snack. If I feel that it is boring to eat alone, I will accompany you."
He said nothing about how he cultivated his demon body and how he resolved the moonlight lock.
Cang Nanyi's inconvenience in drinking porridge can be said to be a sign of lack of interest in Bai Lian's little secret, but there are traces of faintness in her beautiful blue-black eyes.
smile.
Baili'an didn't mention it, and Cangnan Yi also didn't ask.
It seemed that the person sitting in front of him was the corpse demon proton whose cultivation was sealed and whose body was too weak to protect himself.
Unknowingly, the large jar of porridge and hot pot had all gone into their stomachs.
Balian took the empty bowl of jade chopsticks handed over by Cang Nan Yi as if he was serving the Queen Mother, and watched her lazily narrowing her graceful long eyes, stroking her belly with her palms, leaning against the bed curtains, her appearance unchanged,
Even after waking up and having a meal, there is still an unparalleled elegance that cannot be looked directly at.
Bai Lian quickly cleaned up the dishes and removed the earthen pots and dishes, leaving only the small red clay stove and the charcoal fire that was burning brightly.
The sky is still dark and the morning is still far away.
Bailian sat cross-legged on the thick blanket spread on the ground, thought for a moment, and said: "What do you think, the emperor, the chance of winning if the emperor takes advantage of the wilderness to get married?"
After eating a full meal, it was rare that I didn't feel sleepy in the middle of the night.
Hearing what Balian said, Cang Nanyi raised his eyelids, smiled faintly, and said: "We had a lot of time when we were eating just now, why didn't we chat? It's not comfortable to hold it in until now, isn't it?"
Balian smiled and said: "Eating and enjoying food is a kind of lazy pleasure. If we talk about such important national affairs at this time, the rice in this bowl will take revenge and become less delicious.
Already."
Cang Nanyi was a little surprised.
So when we had porridge and boiled meat just now, this guy only talked about the strange things in the world and interesting stories from all sides.
He said nothing about things in the Kunlun Mountains, things in the immortal world, and even things in the Nine Netherworlds and Six Paths.
After all, I just wanted to take her to enjoy an ordinary night supper that many mortals like.