"My lord, I heard that the porridge cooked by Yangxinzhai is good, so I bought two bowls according to your taste. It's still hot. Please try it quickly."
"My lord, I heard that the fish cooked at Juxian Restaurant was good, so I went and bought one for you to try."
"My lord, I heard that Lao Li's braised pork in Shun'er Hutong is good -"
When he first arrived in Yancheng, the weather was gloomy, just like his gloomy mood. The dark clouds gathered and refused to disperse, and the sun had not been seen for several months. Wei Ziyi couldn't work up any appetite and was getting thinner day by day. His old servant was so anxious that he almost searched all the ten cities in the north and south.
All the food he bought with good reputations tasted like crap in his mouth. He knew it wasn't that the food didn't taste delicious enough, but that there was something wrong with his heart.
Until one day, the old servant came back from outside, holding an oil paper bag in his hand, walked up to him and said: "Master Guo, there is a sesame cake seller at the East Street entrance in front of our door. When the old servant passed by, he bought two
When Zhang comes back, it's just out of the oven. It's still hot. Can you try it?"
The old servant was worried about him, running around all day long, showing deep fatigue and haggardness. Wei Ziyan did not want to appease his feelings, so he took the sesame cakes in his hand, unwrapped the oil paper package, and picked up one
He put it to his mouth and took a bite. The aroma of the cake spread in his mouth, and his dark eyes couldn't help but light up.
In fact, the taste and texture of the sesame biscuits are very average, and there are even a lot of unmelted dough balls inside. After just one bite, you can tell that the person who made the sesame biscuits has a very average mobile phone, but Wei Ziyan tasted this sesame biscuit that is not very delicious.
He noticed a familiar smell, but he couldn't tell where it was exactly. So he took one bite after another, but until he finished the two biscuits, he still couldn't remember what the familiar smell was.
He took the oil paper wrapping the sesame cakes, pushed open the courtyard door and went to the street, where he found a sesame cake stall at the east corner of the street.
This is the first time he has walked out of the courtyard since he lived in it for more than three months.
The old servant followed closely behind him, bursting into tears.
In front of the sesame cake stall, Wei Ziyan saw a girl dressed in ordinary clothes. Her fair face was stained with a little charcoal ash and flour, and she was busy working in a hurry. He could tell at a glance that she was a novice.
He asked the girl what was in the sesame cakes. The girl raised her head and pinched the corners of her clothes. She nervously brought out the ingredients for making sesame cakes one by one. After that, she apologized to him, saying that this was her first time making sesame cakes, maybe.
It tastes bad, please forgive me.
Wei Ziyan burst into laughter and told the girl not to be afraid. He was not here to cause trouble. The girl immediately smiled happily and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. Her face was covered with flour and her face was no longer visible.
Wei Ziyan stood in front of the stall and watched the girl make a batch of sesame cakes. When he left, he took four of them with him. However, he did not find the answer to the question in his heart. The ingredients used by the girl were all common and there was no trace of her craftsmanship.
There's something special about it, but I don't know what that familiar smell is.
From then on, Wei Ziyu would go to the Shaobing stall every now and then to buy a few Shaobings, hoping that while eating, he would be inspired and remember what that familiar taste was.
However, it was not until a long, long time later that his hair grew gray and the girl selling sesame cakes turned into an old woman. When he was drinking alcohol one afternoon, he suddenly remembered what the familiar smell was. It turned out to be the flavor on the sesame cakes.
The smell of burnt stock.
It was a beautiful memory of his childhood. He and several royal brothers and sisters stole flour from the imperial kitchen, ran to a remote garden to set up a fire, and prepared to bake some large cakes to taste them, and it was a beautiful experience for the common people.
Life.
A bunch of fingers that don’t touch Yang Chun Shui
The prince lit a fire to bake pancakes, and as you can imagine, a few gnocchi were baked that were burnt on the outside and undercooked on the inside. Unfortunately, he was caught by the old master, Mr. Wang, who not only got slapped, but was also forced to
Eat all the gnocchi that are burnt on the outside and undercooked on the inside.
This was originally an unbearable memory in childhood, but as he grew older, it turned into a rare and beautiful memory in Wei Ziyu's heart.
Decades have passed, and the girl has become a grandmother, and her unfamiliar skills have long been practiced to perfection. The burnt-smelling sesame cakes have become a popular delicacy among the rich. Although the familiar burnt smell is no longer there,
Mrs. Wang's sesame cakes have long replaced the burnt smell and become another familiar smell.
When he laughed and shared this interesting story with Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang laughed so hard that tears came down her face.
Fifty-eight years have been like a day, with wind blowing, frost blowing, sun and rain, from a young lady with no fingers to the old lady running a stall with wrinkles on her face, just to silently wait for the person she loves in her heart.
Looking at Wang Ruoyu's rejuvenated and beautiful face, and recalling every detail of the fifty-eight years together, Wei Ziyi couldn't help but his eyes were wet, his throat was choked, and he thought to himself where did this silly girl come from.
He once said to Zhou Jian, if I can wield a sword in this life and be accompanied by beautiful women from all over the world, what more can I ask for?
This is what he has longed for in his life.
It turns out that the beauty was always there, but he was blind and didn’t see it!
"How can Wei Ziyan be so virtuous and able to make a girl love him so much? It's not worth it!" Wei Ziyu said feeling sorry for Su Ruoyu.
Fifty-eight years of silent waiting, a lifetime passed like this, and he felt that it was not worth it for Su Ruoyu.
"It's worth it." A happy smile appeared on Wang Ruoyu's face, "I have made sesame cakes for you for fifty-eight years, and you have eaten the sesame cakes I made for fifty-eight years. I am happy every day and every moment.
.”
"You are so stupid." Old Wei Ziyi said with tears. If fifty-eight years of silent waiting can't change his heart, then he really has a heart of stone.
Wang Ruoyu smiled and whispered, "Isn't it the same for you?"
"I -" Wei Ziyi's heart was like a boundless sea of bitterness, surging endlessly. Thinking of Su Wanying's true face, he wished he could rip off a pair of his own eyes.
"Be careful!" Wei Ziyan suddenly shouted, and at the same time slapped Wang Ruoyu with his palm. Behind Wang Ruoyu, a line of light and shadow came directly, it was the crossbow arrow of the Zhuxian Heavy Crossbow.
puff!
The crossbow arrow penetrated Wei Ziyan's space barrier, shot through Wang Ruoyu's body, and shot Wang Ruoyu's body towards Wei Ziyan.
Wei Ziyan's eyes were about to burst, his strength was almost exhausted, and he was more than willing but not strong enough.
He originally wanted to use his last strength to destroy Su Wanying's million-strong army and destroy her ambition and power, but now it seems that he has overestimated himself, and the space power controlled by his right hand is quickly being annihilated and dissipated.
His life has come to an end.
He opened his arms and embraced Wang Ruoyu, who was brought in front of him by the crossbow arrow, and let the crossbow arrow penetrate his body.
"God is always kind to me." Wang Ruoyu lay in Wei Ziyan's arms with a happy smile on his face, "I will have no regrets in this life if I can die in your arms."
"I have no regrets about getting such a beautiful woman in my lifetime." Wei Ziyan looked down at Wang Ruoyu's face, a smile appeared on his face, and asked: "Every Chinese New Year these years, someone has sent a box of my favorite songhua cake to the door of our hospital.
, it must be your fault too, right?”
"Hmm. Is it delicious?" Wang Ruo asked with a silly smile.
"It tastes great." Wei Ziyan said.
"Ah——" Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the sky. Su Wanying sprang out from the magnificent chariot, pointing at Wei Ziyu and Wei Ziyan who were hanging in the air and hugging each other, with jealous anger gushing out of their eyes.
, opened his mouth and screamed viciously: "Use the Zhuxian heavy crossbow to shoot me hard, and shoot these shameless bitches to death!"
In her eyes, Wei Ziyan was a plaything that she could call and wave away. She could not want it, but others could never get their hands on it.
"Ah -" Wang Ruoyu was also screaming. She covered her face with her hands to prevent Wei Ziyan from looking at it, because the Huiyan Pill she had taken had expired, and her appearance was aging rapidly, and she would become even more shabby and older than before.
Yan Dan uses burning vitality in exchange for instant youth.
She didn't want to, because she was afraid that Wei Ziyi would see her old and decayed appearance, but when she thought about how many years Wei Ziyi had been looking at her old appearance on the street, she felt relieved and let go of her hand to let Wei Ziyi look at her.
Looking at Wang Ruoyu's rapidly aging face, the scenes of his fifty-eight years with Wang Ruoyu gradually merged together in his mind, and it seemed as if he had lived fifty-eight years again.
"If I could turn back time, I would be willing to take the initiative and show you my most beautiful years." Wang Ruoyu murmured softly.
"Then let's turn back time." Wei Ziyan responded.
Puff puff--
Several dark and cold Zhuxian crossbow arrows penetrated Wei Ziyan's space defense, and in an instant the bodies of him and Wang Ruoyu were riddled with holes. The two fell from the sky hugging each other.
"Master!" Zhou Jianlai saw this scene from a distance and cried heartbreakingly. He said to Xiao Chong with guilt: "General Xiao, I'm sorry!"
After saying that, he turned his horse's head and charged in the direction of Wei Ziyan.
"General Xiao, I'm sorry!"
"sorry!"
Zhang Xiaozu and Niu Dawa said in unison, turned their horses and followed Zhou Jian away.
"Drive!" Jin Zhihui shouted, turning her horse's head to follow.
When Niu Dawa looked back, his face suddenly blossomed with joy. He felt that Jin Zhihui was worried about him, but Jin Zhihui gave him a big look.
Everyone can understand that Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa followed Zhou Jian to take risks, because they are brothers in life and death, but Jin Zhihui's choice is intriguing.
Only Jin Zhihui knew that she just got carried away by the heat of the moment.
The tragic love between Wei Ziyan and Wang Ruoyu touched her heartstrings, and she wanted to do something for this love, so she followed.
Dong dong dong——
The drums on the tower suddenly boomed. Xiao Chong heard the order and was stunned because it was the order to charge.
charge?
That's right, it's a charge.
The cavalry formation began to change and charge back.
At the same time, another group of cavalry rushed out from the city gate. Xiao Chong was shocked. They were the most powerful black armored cavalry in Yancheng. They were trained by the famous Black Armored Army on the southern border. Each of them had experienced hundreds of battles.
"The general's move may not be appropriate." An adjutant on the city wall reminded Qiu Zhan.
"General, don't act out of emotion."
"General——"
"Shut up! I have my own opinion!" Qiu Zhan glared angrily and shouted with red eyes: "The Duke of Zhan died, Yancheng should play the drum for him!"
This chapter has been completed!