Outside the flying boat, the distant skyline has lit up with a touch of warm red. The scene on both sides of the waterway is no longer a black patch, but has begun to show vague outlines. From a distance, the morning mist is filled, giving it an ambiguous and hazy beauty.<
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The viewing conditions on the top floor are naturally not comparable to those in the middle cabin. Ning Yan was currently studying the floor-to-ceiling windows beside him, tapping his fingers lightly, the sound was clear and sweet, and he knew it was high-quality colored glass.
In the great Zhou Dynasty where magic civilization was developed, although colored glaze was not a rare thing, it was not as cheap as the glass in the previous life, especially the top quality with such a delicate texture. He had never seen it a few times in Mingzhou City.
, which gave him a new understanding of the luxury on the top floor,
Big dog owner.
He withdrew his gaze, and while criticizing the corruption of the privileged class, he took another piece of frozen ginger and black beans specially made for the privileged class.
The long moon should be a one-person affair, but eating is more enjoyable if there are more people.
Ning Yan agreed with this very much. Just like now, Jing'er was sitting opposite him, holding a bowl of porridge and sipping it in small sips. Her demeanor was not dignified, but it was pleasing to the eye, and it seemed that his appetite had increased a lot.<
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According to the rules of the royal family, it was of course impossible for the young princess to directly summon foreign ministers in the inner room, so the two of them went straight to the banquet hall after coming out of the bedroom, intending to use the opportunity of the court banquet to introduce 'Murong Fu' to the princess, which was just the right time.
Observe the other people in the Princess’s Mansion.
It's just that they arrived a little early, so they simply went to the kitchen to find some food to fill their stomachs.
Unlike someone who was feasting on a meal, Jing'er had no interest in the dishes on the table and unconsciously picked at the vinegar, ginger and pickles.
"How can we just eat these?" Ning Yan noticed her absent-mindedness, frowned slightly, rolled up his sleeves and peeled an egg for her: "Add some high-quality protein."
Jing'er was thinking about something when she was suddenly startled by his actions, and her body suddenly collapsed: "What are you doing..."
"I wiped my hands, they're clean!" Ning Yan said dissatisfied.
"I, that's not what I meant."
Jing'er bit her lips lightly and looked at the round eggs in the bowl. A trace of complicated emotions filled her eyes, as if she said nostalgically: "I just remembered some things from the past."
"When I was a child, I hated eating eggs, so my master would peel them and stuff them into my bowl. She said that the first step in spiritual practice is to torture your body. You have to eat them even if you don't like them."
Ning Yan held her chin with one hand and was very interested in her childhood anecdotes, and asked, "What happened next."
Jing'er took a deep breath and looked out the window: "Then the sect weakened and life became a little tight. Every time the master gave me eggs, I secretly hid them in my sleeves and went back to share them with the junior sisters." "It's funny, I thought I was very smart at that time. Later I thought about it, Master is a fifth-grade master, how could I hide my little tricks from her..."
Ning Yan's expression froze and he was speechless.
An egg only costs a few dollars, and his salary as a bookkeeper is enough to support him every day. No matter how bad Liubo Zhai is, it is a medium-sized sect supported by masters of Lianxing Pass, but it can still worry about the eggs of its disciples.
?
How absurd.
Jing'er smiled with relief: "It sounds incredible, right? Zen Buddhism has more rules and precepts than you think. A sect like ours that pays attention to the world cannot touch many things. Master and the others are not willing to talk to Nan'an.
The temple is collaborating with others to purchase the treasury and borrow money. At the same time, the sect also has to collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures to support the master and uncle to reach the third rank. After all this time, it is stretched."
"I'm really grateful to the princess. If it weren't for her, I don't know how long such hard days would have passed."
"So, I will never allow anyone to threaten the safety of the princess..." Her voice was very soft, but extremely powerful: "No one can!"
A faint warm sun shines into the flying boat. The enamel cup on the table is crystal clear, and her snow-colored neck is also crystal clear. The rays of sunlight ripple like a veil on her face, creating a breathtaking picture.
Ning Yan looked at her profile, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously: "You look very much like someone I know."
"Who?"
"Like my virgin wife."
"..."
Jing'er's expression instantly fell, and she slapped her chopsticks heavily on the table with a look of disgust on her face, looking at him as if she were looking at a maggot.
Ning Yan also reacted and hurriedly explained: "I really have an unmarried wife."
He does feel that Chai Ruru and Jing'er are somewhat similar.
Just as Chai Ruru has shouldered the responsibility of revitalizing the Chai family since she was a child, why isn't Jing'er shouldering the future of Liubozhai? Helpless to be bound by fame and fortune, helpless to be burdened by his love, the troubled times have swept them into it,
I am so shackles that I have no choice but to grit my teeth and go down the path expected by others. It is pitiful and deplorable.
"Actually, you can change your way of living. In this life, you must eventually learn to reconcile with yourself."
Hearing this, Jing'er shook her head and sighed: "What do you know..."
Even though she had not specifically inquired about the other person's family background, it could be seen from his words and deeds that he must have seen the world.
Coupled with his generous spending and rich family background, his identity is easy to guess. Maybe he is an official, maybe he is a young master of a wealthy businessman, or maybe he is the direct descendant of a certain sect. Anyway, it’s not much different.
Such people will probably never know what suffering is in the world.
"Hey, it's too rude to look at the lackeys of the bourgeoisie with your eyes." Ning Yan protested solemnly: "Besides, why don't I understand? My unmarried wife is like you."
"Ning Yan! It's not over yet!!"
"I... oh, I'm too talkative, so I won't talk anymore."
"Hmph, if you dare to mention those two words again, I will never forgive you."
Jing'er warned with half annoyance and half anger. After getting the other party's assurance, she concentrated on dealing with the breakfast in the bowl.
She skillfully smashed the eggs with chopsticks, mixed the plump orange yolks with the white porridge, and put them into her mouth together. The eggs were very fresh, with no fishy smell, only a vague sweet milk fragrance, and a soft taste.
Drag out all her hidden memories.
Many years ago, she sat opposite her master like this, starting a new day of practice under that gentle yet stern gaze.
It's a pity that time flies by and the person sitting opposite her is not the person in her memory. The past is like the water of the river after all, gone forever.
Jing'er ate very slowly. She couldn't tell whether she missed the eggs or the vague childhood days. It wasn't until she drank all the porridge that she reluctantly put down the bowl and immediately raised her head to look at Ning Yan.
Ning Yan was so upset by what she saw that she couldn't figure out what she meant: "Why, I didn't say a word."
"Thank you for the eggs." Jing'er's eyes were very bright and she said very seriously.
Ning Yan couldn't help but be startled, "Um, you're welcome?"
"Well..."
Jing'er hesitated for a while, then suddenly pulled up her hair awkwardly and said with a red face: "Although I practice with my hair on, I have also been ordained. Don't make jokes like that in the future."
But I do have a virgin wife...
Ning Yan let out a long sigh, saying that this matter could not be explained clearly, so he simply said: "Okay, next, do you still want to say that I am a good person?"
"Bah, how can you be considered a good person like you?"
Jing'er rolled her eyes at him, looked at the half plate of frozen ginger and black beans left, and said, "People will be here later, so don't eat it."
She didn't know whether Murong Fu wanted to eat, but he would never show off with a plate of pig's trotters, which really ruined his image.
As a noble daughter of the Zhou Dynasty, Princess Youqing had to prepare four departments and six bureaus even if she just had an ordinary breakfast. The Accounting Department, the Cooking Department, the Tea and Wine Department, and the Tableware Department were collectively called the Four Departments and the Fruit Bureau.
, the honey frying bureau, the vegetable bureau, the oil candle bureau, the fragrant medicine bureau, and the arranging bureau are combined into six bureaus. Counting all the servants, there are nearly thirty or forty people in total. It will be a mixed bag and it will be easy to reveal the secret.
"You sit here for a while, I'll go outside and take a look."
Sensing the movement outside the banquet hall, Jing'er stood up and turned around before leaving: "Ning Yan, the rest is up to you."