Beiming Changfeng raised his head and his expression was still extremely cold: "It doesn't matter."
At the same time, he motioned to Hanyang to take Prince Hou Qin to rest.
The Prince of Later Qin pretended to have a headache and Mingzhe got up to protect himself. Seeing this, Bai Changtian stood up and helped the Prince of Later Qin, "My Lord is well versed in medical skills and can diagnose and treat the Prince."
After the Prince of Qin left the scene, he might not be able to resist taking action directly here, so it would be better to leave. He really couldn't eat the longevity noodles made by Ziyu.
Without any reluctance, Beiming Changfeng nodded coldly: "Okay."
Seeing this, Ziyu gave the two of them a regretful look, and then said to Bei Mingyou: "Go and share these two bowls of longevity noodles with everyone, so that everyone can feel a little happy."
"Okay." Bei Mingyou, who was watching the show happily, responded happily.
"Can it be eaten?" Beiming Changfeng interrupted after hearing this. He could clearly see the expressions on the faces of the Prince of Later Qin and the leader of the Nile Kingdom after they ate.
"Of course you can eat it. This is the soup that my sister-in-law has cooked all afternoon." Bei Mingyou smiled and looked at the Prince of Later Qin and Bai Changtian who had not yet walked off the observation deck: "The prince and the king are also weird. They eat it."
You don’t even stir the noodles, just eat the seasonings on top. You also need to add some salt and pepper to these two bowls.”
The Prince of Hou Qin, who had not gone far, stumbled and almost fell down.
Emotions are what they eat wrong.
Well, I came all the way to get a bowl of noodles to kill them, but I ate the wrong ones and they were starving.
…
Ziyu looked at Prince Hou Qin and Bai Changtian who were staggering away, stretched out his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
In the dark night under the observation deck, Tangerine raised his head and blew out colorless and odorless poisonous gas towards the two of them.
If you dare to threaten me, let's see who is afraid of whom.
Ziyu narrowed his eyes severely.
"Young Master, let's go and see the birthday gift I gave you." After seeing off the two people with ulterior motives, Ziyu immediately took Beiming Changfeng's hand and left.
"Who is this Jiaxuan Changtian?" Beiming Changfeng asked in a deep voice when he saw that he and Ziyu were the only two people around. Hanyang and Bei Mingyou had already walked to the front.
Hearing this, Ziyu squeezed Beiming Changfeng's hand tightly and said, "Today is a good day for you. I won't talk about anything else. I will talk about it after I have received the gift and am happy."
Have you had a good time today?
Well, it was only an hour or two before midnight, which would be tomorrow. He could wait.
Beiming Changfeng didn't say much at that moment, and just followed Ziyu all the way out of the house.
After leaving Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, the two of them rode horses all the way to the outskirts of Donglin.
Bei Mingyou had already ordered the guards outside the forest to observe martial law. No one could enter. The two of them walked through the woods to the depths. Bei Ming Changfeng saw the flat grassland in the center of the forest. At this time, they saw
Something that should be more than one meter high and three meters long, covered with red cloth, stands quietly on the open grass.
Behind it, Beimingyou Hanyang Fang Yi and several weapon-making masters he trusted were waiting there.
"Young Master, this is the birthday gift we gave you today." Ziyu looked at the red shrouded thing and pushed it towards Beiming Changfeng: "Go and open it yourself."
Beiming Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly and walked forward.
He knew what Ziyu was building during this period. She was building weapons for him. Here, now, what was Ziyu building for him?
He reached out and grabbed a corner of the red cloth, and Beiming Changfeng opened it violently. Beiming Changfeng raised his head and his expression was still extremely cold: "It doesn't matter."
At the same time, he motioned to Hanyang to take Prince Hou Qin to rest.
The Prince of Later Qin pretended to have a headache and Mingzhe got up to protect himself. Seeing this, Bai Changtian stood up and helped the Prince of Later Qin, "My Lord is well versed in medical skills and can diagnose and treat the Prince."
After the Prince of Qin left the scene, he might not be able to resist taking action directly here, so it would be better to leave. He really couldn't eat the longevity noodles made by Ziyu.
Without any reluctance, Beiming Changfeng nodded coldly: "Okay."
Seeing this, Ziyu gave the two of them a regretful look, and then said to Bei Mingyou: "Go and share these two bowls of longevity noodles with everyone, so that everyone can feel a little happy."
"Okay." Bei Mingyou, who was watching the show happily, responded happily.
"Can it be eaten?" Beiming Changfeng interrupted after hearing this. He could clearly see the expressions on the faces of the Prince of Later Qin and the leader of the Nile Kingdom after they ate.
"Of course you can eat it. This is the soup that my sister-in-law has cooked all afternoon." Bei Mingyou smiled and looked at the Prince of Later Qin and Bai Changtian who had not yet walked off the observation deck: "The prince and the king are also weird. They eat it."
You don’t even stir the noodles, just eat the seasonings on top. You also need to add some salt and pepper to these two bowls.”
The Prince of Hou Qin, who had not gone far, stumbled and almost fell down.
Emotions are what they eat wrong.
Well, I came all the way to get a bowl of noodles to kill them, but I ate the wrong ones and they were starving.
…
Ziyu looked at Prince Hou Qin and Bai Changtian who were staggering away, stretched out his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
In the dark night under the observation deck, Tangerine raised his head and blew out colorless and odorless poisonous gas towards the two of them.
If you dare to threaten me, let's see who is afraid of whom.
Ziyu narrowed his eyes severely.
"Young Master, let's go and see the birthday gift I gave you." After seeing off the two people with ulterior motives, Ziyu immediately took Beiming Changfeng's hand and left.
"Who is this Jiaxuan Changtian?" Beiming Changfeng asked in a deep voice when he saw that he and Ziyu were the only two people around. Hanyang and Bei Mingyou had already walked to the front.
Hearing this, Ziyu squeezed Beiming Changfeng's hand tightly and said, "Today is a good day for you. I won't talk about anything else. I will talk about it after I have received the gift and am happy."
Have you had a good time today?
Well, it was only an hour or two before midnight, which would be tomorrow. He could wait.
Beiming Changfeng didn't say much at that moment, and just followed Ziyu all the way out of the house.
After leaving Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, the two of them rode horses all the way to the outskirts of Donglin.
Bei Mingyou had already ordered the guards outside the forest to observe martial law. No one could enter. The two of them walked through the woods to the depths. Bei Ming Changfeng saw the flat grassland in the center of the forest. At this time, they saw
Something that should be more than one meter high and three meters long, covered with red cloth, stands quietly on the open grass.
Behind it, Beimingyou Hanyang Fang Yi and several weapon-making masters he trusted were waiting there.
"Young Master, this is the birthday gift we gave you today." Ziyu looked at the red shrouded thing and pushed it towards Beiming Changfeng: "Go and open it yourself."
Beiming Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly and walked forward.
He knew what Ziyu was building during this period. She was building weapons for him. Here, now, what was Ziyu building for him?
He reached out and grabbed a corner of the red cloth, and Beiming Changfeng violently opened it.