An Jingzhen pursed his lips and said nothing. Who would have thought that Xue Wuchen kept moving, and then used a stick to open eight small pits that were connected together.
These small pits spread all the way to the door of the kitchen, and An Jinghao thoughtfully placed some wooden dices in two of them.
Xue Wuchen crossed his arms and looked at An Jingyi with a mocking look, "You are so thoughtful." It's a pity that it was not used in the right place.
An Jingbo didn't say anything, just walked into the kitchen with his head lowered. On the table in the kitchen was a bucket of rice that An Jingbo had just cooked.
Xue Wuchen walked to the table and kicked his stool, only to see that the sturdy stool fell apart.
Xue Wuchen stretched out his slender fingers and shook them in front of An Jingshu. Fight with me, you are too young!
Realizing that all the hard work he had done all afternoon was in vain, An Jingbo was like a defeated rooster, dejectedly walking to serve the dishes.
Xue Wuchen looked at An Jing's back with interest, and unconsciously pressed his right hand on the table.
As a result, there was a "bump" sound, and the originally stable tabletop was tilted up by his pressure. The rice bucket on the table slid to the ground under the influence of gravity, and clattered to the ground with a clatter.
Xue Wuchen is such a naughty child, isn't he afraid of being beaten to death by Jin Qing?
At this time, he heard An Jingzhen's demonic voice ringing in his ears, "Min'er, Mr. Xue wasted food, he dropped the rice pail."
What should I do if Xue Wuchen "" wants to clean up the house?
An Jingbo was sitting at the door of the kitchen, eating a steamed bun filled with peach blossoms. He smiled and watched Jin Qing chasing Xue Wuchen all over the yard with a stick. He was so happy!
Who wants to bite it in one bite? An Jingji grinned and frowned, why is it so salty!
An Jingbo stood up and walked towards the jar where he had pickled peach petals. He had pickled the peach petals before digging the pit. The peach blossoms tasted very fast and they were just in his mouth now.
He dipped a little of it with his hand and put it into his mouth, and then his whole face twisted into a salty ball. He felt that his tongue was stiff, but he still didn't want to spit it out.
The candied petals in this jar turned into salted petals
Knowing that this must have been done by the undisciplined Xue Wuchen, An Jingchen gritted his teeth and picked up the jar, only to find that there was a small oil paper package underneath the jar.
When I opened the oil paper, I saw a picture of mountains and rivers and a piece of letterhead.
"Happy birthday, stupid disciple. Eat less sweets when your teeth come out."
An Jingbo unfolded the mountain and river map, and the majestic painting suddenly appeared in front of him.
I have to say that Xue Wuchen is really a master in the world of painting. This painting is so lifelike that it gives people a feeling of being there.
I don’t know where Xue Wuchen got such a large piece of rice paper.
An Jingbo suddenly felt his nose sore. He rubbed his slightly red eyes, carefully wrapped the mountain and river map and the letter on oil paper and put it into his arms. Then he walked to the door and shouted to Jin Qing, "Min'er,
He also wasted salt and sugar." So you must hit him twice more.
Xue Wuchen's voice was even more pitiful. Fortunately, this was the cold palace, and something happened on the emperor's side. Otherwise, such a movement would have attracted outsiders.
As the sun set, Jin Qing was chasing Xue Wuchen around, who was usually motionless, with a fire stick, while An Jinghao leaned against the door frame and frowned while eating the salty peach blossom steamed bun in his hand.
The golden sunshine shines in the courtyard of Leng Palace, covering the palace with a layer of gorgeous tulle, which is as beautiful as a fantasy.
border town
A group of Central Plains people dressed as refugees lined up to enter the city.
A refugee who wrapped himself tightly in black cloth staggered into the city gate, but was stopped by the guards at the city gate.
The soldier guarding the gate shouted, "Who are you? Why don't you take off your cloak quickly?"
Recently, people from the Kuba tribe often pretend to be Yu Dynasty and try to sneak into the city, so they are very vigilant.
Hearing the soldier's words, several people who entered the city with him immediately became anxious and wanted to argue with the soldier, but were stopped by the man calmly.
The man reached out to pull up his hood and explained to the soldiers in a hoarse voice, "Soldier, I escaped from those barbarians. Please do me a favor and let me into the city to save me."
Life."
After the hood was pulled down, everyone gasped in unison. What kind of face was this?
The left side of this man's face was in relatively good shape, with only a shallow knife mark on it.
The face on the right side was twisted into a ball, as if someone had cut out a piece of it and sewn it back together again.
Not only that, one of his eye sockets was empty, like a black hole, and one of his ears was cut off.
Even the fingers are incomplete.
There are only two fingers on the left palm, while the right hand has three.
The soldier looked at the man from head to toe in shock, and then realized that the reason why the man was limping was because his right leg could not be straightened.
After seeing the soldier's probing look, the man lifted up his robe without concealing it. "Those barbarians dug up my right knee." His wounds were obviously caused by abuse, even though he said
His extravagance will eventually be questioned. What he needs most now is time to get to the city as soon as possible.
Therefore, at this time, Botong is obviously the best solution.
Seeing this man's calm attitude, the soldier felt more sympathy for him, and even forgot to ask this man how he escaped after being so seriously injured, and how he successfully escaped back to the border town.
He let the people into the city.
At the same time, the soldiers hated the Kuba people even more.
After the man entered the city, he limped toward the west of the city.
The soldier looked at the man's back and shook his head gently. The west of the city was a place where poor people gathered, and sometimes the servants of the big families would go to them to find people to work.
But this man was so seriously injured that he didn't know if he could feed himself.
Then the soldier shook his head mockingly. The actions on Kuba's side were becoming more and more intensive. He never knew when he would be like this man and become a toy for the Kuba people to relieve their boredom.
Until then, I don’t know if I will survive as well as this man.
Living in troubled times, who is qualified to be with whom?
The man was not walking very fast, and even the refugees entering the city behind him had already passed him.
He just lowered his head and carefully watched the road in front of him to prevent pedestrians from knocking him down.
When he reached the entrance of an alley, the man saw the man at the city gate who wanted to defend him waving to him.
Seeing that there was no one around, he walked slowly to the alley on crutches and followed the man to a concierge.
The man who led the way knocked on the door rhythmically a few times, and then he saw the door being opened hurriedly from the inside, and then a man wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a coolie style poked his head out from inside. An Jinghao pursed his lips.
Without speaking, who would have thought that Xue Wuchen kept moving, and then used a stick to open eight small pits that were connected together.
These small pits spread all the way to the door of the kitchen, and An Jinghao thoughtfully placed some wooden dices in two of them.
Xue Wuchen crossed his arms and looked at An Jingyi with a mocking look, "You are so thoughtful." It's a pity that it was not used in the right place.
An Jingbo didn't say anything, just walked into the kitchen with his head lowered. On the table in the kitchen was a bucket of rice that An Jingbo had just cooked.
Xue Wuchen walked to the table and kicked his stool, only to see that the sturdy stool fell apart.
Xue Wuchen stretched out his slender fingers and shook them in front of An Jingshu. Fight with me, you are too young!
Realizing that all the hard work he had done all afternoon was in vain, An Jingbo was like a defeated rooster, dejectedly walking to serve the dishes.
Xue Wuchen looked at An Jing's back with interest, and unconsciously pressed his right hand on the table.
As a result, there was a "bump" sound, and the originally stable tabletop was tilted up by his pressure. The rice bucket on the table slid to the ground under the influence of gravity, and clattered to the ground. ??
Xue Wuchen is such a naughty child, isn't he afraid of being beaten to death by Jin Qing?
At this time, he heard An Jingzhen's demonic voice ringing in his ears, "Min'er, Mr. Xue wasted food, he dropped the rice pail."
What should I do if Xue Wuchen "" wants to clean up the house?
An Jingbo was sitting at the door of the kitchen, eating a steamed bun filled with peach blossoms. He smiled and watched Jin Qing chasing Xue Wuchen all over the yard with a stick. He was so happy!
Who wants to bite it in one bite? An Jingji grinned and frowned, why is it so salty!
An Jingbo stood up and walked towards the jar where he had pickled peach petals. He had pickled the peach petals before digging the pit. The peach blossoms tasted very fast and they were just in his mouth now.
He dipped a little of it with his hand and put it into his mouth, and then his whole face twisted into a salty ball. He felt that his tongue was stiff, but he still didn't want to spit it out.
The candied petals in this jar turned into salted petals
Knowing that this must have been done by the undisciplined Xue Wuchen, An Jingchen gritted his teeth and picked up the jar, only to find that there was a small oil paper package underneath the jar.
When I opened the oil paper, I saw a picture of mountains and rivers and a piece of letterhead.
"Happy birthday, stupid disciple. Eat less sweets when your teeth come out."
An Jingbo unfolded the mountain and river map, and the majestic painting suddenly appeared in front of him.
I have to say that Xue Wuchen is really a master in the world of painting. This painting is so lifelike that it gives people a feeling of being there.
I don’t know where Xue Wuchen got such a large piece of rice paper.
An Jingbo suddenly felt his nose sore. He rubbed his slightly red eyes, carefully wrapped the mountain and river map and the letter on oil paper and put it into his arms. Then he walked to the door and shouted to Jin Qing, "Min'er,
He also wasted salt and sugar." So you must hit him twice more.
Xue Wuchen's voice was even more pitiful. Fortunately, this was the cold palace, and something happened on the emperor's side. Otherwise, such a movement would have attracted outsiders.
As the sun set, Jin Qing was chasing Xue Wuchen around, who was usually motionless, with a fire stick, while An Jinghao leaned against the door frame and frowned while eating the salty peach blossom steamed bun in his hand.
The golden sunshine shines in the courtyard of Leng Palace, covering the palace with a layer of gorgeous tulle, which is as beautiful as a fantasy.
border town
A group of Central Plains people dressed as refugees lined up to enter the city.
A refugee who wrapped himself tightly in black cloth staggered into the city gate, but was stopped by the guards at the city gate.
The soldier guarding the gate shouted, "Who are you? Why don't you take off your cloak quickly?"
Recently, people from the Kuba tribe often pretend to be Yu Dynasty and try to sneak into the city, so they are very vigilant.
Hearing the soldier's words, several people who entered the city with him immediately became anxious and wanted to argue with the soldier, but were stopped by the man calmly.
The man reached out to pull up his hood and explained to the soldiers in a hoarse voice, "Soldier, I escaped from those barbarians. Please do me a favor and let me into the city to save me."
Life."
After the hood was pulled down, everyone gasped in unison. What kind of face was this?
The left side of this man's face was in relatively good shape, with only a shallow knife mark on it.
The face on the right side was twisted into a ball, as if someone had cut out a piece of it and sewn it back together again.
Not only that, one of his eye sockets was empty, like a black hole, and one of his ears was cut off.
Even the fingers are incomplete.
There are only two fingers on the left palm, while the right hand has three.
The soldier looked at the man from head to toe in shock, and then realized that the reason why the man was limping was because his right leg could not be straightened.
After seeing the soldier's probing look, the man lifted up his robe without concealing it. "Those barbarians dug up my right knee." His wounds were obviously caused by abuse, even though he said
His extravagance will eventually be questioned. What he needs most now is time to get to the city as soon as possible.
Therefore, at this time, Botong is obviously the best solution.
Seeing this man's calm attitude, the soldier felt more sympathy for him, and even forgot to ask this man how he escaped after being so seriously injured, and how he successfully escaped back to the border town.
He let the people into the city.
At the same time, the soldiers hated the Kuba people even more.
After the man entered the city, he limped toward the west of the city.
The soldier looked at the man's back and shook his head gently. The west of the city was a place where poor people gathered, and sometimes the servants of the big families would go to them to find people to work.
But this man was so seriously injured that he didn't know if he could feed himself.
Then the soldier shook his head mockingly. The actions on Kuba's side were becoming more and more intensive. He never knew when he would be like this man and become a toy for the Kuba people to relieve their boredom.
Until then, I don’t know if I will survive as well as this man.
Living in troubled times, who is qualified to be with whom?
The man was not walking very fast, and even the refugees entering the city behind him had already passed him.
He just lowered his head and carefully watched the road in front of him to prevent pedestrians from knocking him down.
When he reached the entrance of an alley, the man saw the man at the city gate who wanted to defend him waving to him.
Seeing that there was no one around, he walked slowly to the alley on crutches and followed the man to a concierge.
The man leading the way knocked on the door rhythmically a few times, and then he saw the door being hurriedly opened from the inside, and then a man wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a coolie's clothes poked his head out from inside.