"Your Majesty does not mean to the grass people, so that the grass people will be grateful to you, but what kind of virtue does the grass people have to teach you?" Huacheng was frightened and treacherous.

Yin smiled, "I have the skills of rejuvenating the spring when I am a saint of Leshan. Since my predecessors are in good health, they may be able to exert a weak force."

Zhang Yang curled his lips, as if he told Yin that the doctor's magic hand of Geleshan was quite unwilling to agree with the rejuvenation of spring. He could not ripen the millet anymore. Because of the disease of Moya, he had to accompany Moya to Geleshan to sit in Geleshan every now and then, but it had been more than ten years of treatment, but the teeth had not improved at all.

However, that girl looks pretty.

Zhang Yang lifted the tea lid, and the tea leaves had spread like flowers, slowly sinking into the bottom of the pot. The beauty of the green snails falling spring leaves is known as "spring dyed the seabed". It is indeed well-known. He poured two cups of tea, and the tea soup was amber.

"How dare His Majesty the Emperor worry? He also worked hard to leave the doctor's saint. The grass people just felt the cold and could only be cultivated for a few days." Huacheng put his handkerchief on the tea table, and when Yin took a cup of tea, he picked up another cup and smelled the fragrance of tea.

"Senior is serious." Yin glanced at the handkerchief on the coffee table and took a sip of tea. Hey, it was not bad, and he made the seven-point flavor of Biluochun.

Zhang Yang left two people in the house, so he went to the kitchen to cook. He went into the house several times and added tea. The tea had been drunk for three times. The two were still trying Tai Chi. You punched me and I, and we were all over the world, and we had been chatting for nearly a stick of incense.

Zhang Yang thought, would he want to stay here for dinner? I didn’t make his one.

The king of the Xuanyuan Dynasty wanted to invite a meal at home, but he couldn't. When he arrived at Zhang Yang, he was suspected of having a free meal. He had just followed Huacheng for a few days and had learned to make careful calculations. The ancients said that he was close to Zhu and learned to be a good person, and he learned to dance with a witch. This is true.

Zhang Yang cooked the last dish. The two of them finally finished what they should say, and they knew what they shouldn't say. Yin said goodbye: "I'll disturb you today. I'll come to visit you later. I'll ask you for advice from seniors."

He stood up and placed the cup containing the tea water on the tea table.

"Your Majesty can come, and the house is full of glory." Huacheng did not mean to have dinner with Liu Yin. He stood up with some difficulty in holding the chair.

"Senior is not feeling well, so I don't have to give it to you." Yin left the study and stood on the dragon and phoenix sandalwood floor. The evening sun shone on his face, warm.

"It's a traitor." How dare Huacheng be arrogant again? After all, he came from afar and sent Yin to the door of the study and called "Ran'er."

"Yes" Zhang Yang left the kitchen and opened the wood door in the yard. Standing there respectfully, Yin came towards him, smiling as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"Thank you girl."

"The king is so serious." Zhang Yang said with his eyebrows, but he was shouting in his heart: You leave quickly, you.

When the two of them left the door and walked away, Zhang Yang slammed the door with a slam. It was the end. He wanted to take him out like a mule and take him for a walk. You must die in Huacheng.

Serve the dishes.

Zhang Yang cooked a table of dishes, which were all loved by the Magnu. They include braised pork trotters, salted pork liver, seaweed egg flower soup...

Huacheng, which has been eating simple and simple for decades, recently loved to pick bones in eggs, from small hair on the meat to large ones serving the dishes like a ball of paste. Once discovered, they would talk for a long time without saying a name, saying that cooking is like cooking, and even cooking is not good, what future do you have? Zhang Yang thought, the chef's dishes are cooked well, so why is he still a chef?

The villain's successful Qianniu also picked and said, "I haven't seen you as stupid as you are, Mapo tofu is fried like a piece of shit. Do you think we are pigs? The rice is so unpalatable. Zhang Yang mutters, but I didn't say that."

Today, the three of them sat at the table, and the cow was just eating, and looked at them from time to time.

Huacheng didn't say a word.

Today’s Zhang Yang actually ate slowly.

"You guys eat, I'm full." Qianniu's stomach was almost overwhelmed. Seeing that both of them were ulterior motives, he was not stupid, so he didn't go to be cannon fodder and was gone.

"It seems that the Emperor of Xuanyuan Dynasty values ​​you very much. He has visited the cottage three times. You are so awesome." Zhang Yang put down his chopsticks and exhaled his nose.

"It's okay, it's okay." Huacheng rubbed his temples. It was already a terrifying thing to let the emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty visit the thatched cottage three times. What's even more sensational is that from beginning to end, Huacheng was not cold or warm to Yin.

Although the Xuanyuan Dynasty was so generous to the wise and inferior, the world was so big that there were hundreds of thousands of talents, and there were few talents in the world, but it was not without them. Three visits to the thatched cottage, the Huacheng had not yet reached this point.

"I'm lazy to care about you and Dongpo, but I don't allow you to do anything to be sorry to Beishou Cliff with outsiders." Zhang Yang looked at the moonlight, and the face that was even more dazzling than the Crescent Yaer had a hint of fireworks.

There is a woman in Beizhao Cliff who likes to cook for Zhang Yang the most, and then sits at the table, holding her cheeks with her hands, and watching Zhang Yang eat voraciously, and the face that is always seventeen years old has the greatest satisfaction.

Huacheng laughed, and he was also surprised, "Didn't you think about burning Beizhao Cliff with a fire every day? Why did you change your temper now?"

In the room, the light burst out like a comet hitting the moon. Zhang Yang put the three-foot moon on the shoulder of Huacheng, and only the officials of the state set fire to the fire and did not allow the people to light the lights: "I should do it myself, what onion do you think of?"

Zhang Yang held the sword, and his arms seemed to be really complete.

The door creaked open, and the morning glory, who was sleeping soundly, felt someone patting his face.

"Brother Qianniu. Wake up." A woman said softly.

"Ah?" Qianniu's eyes opened a crack.

Under the bed, a woman was as rich as a face and like willows, leaning over her body, and slapped her thin hands as slippery as silk. He was really asleep, and was as if she had seen the girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes in the curved alley, coming to him, tiptoeing, and smiling with her waist, "I'm taller than you." Qianniu smiled so stupidly. When the girl saw it, she slapped his cheek several times, and hit Qianniu cried and said, "I'll tell my mom to go." He ran away, accidentally slipping and falling.

No, it was Zhang Yang's stinky brat. The cow seemed to be taken to a bucket and rinsed it. His eyes were wide open. Seeing that Zhang Yang's face was almost against his face, it was midnight, and the man and woman were not kissing each other. What did he want to do?

"Brother Qianniu, you are awake." Zhang Yang smiled gracefully, his eyes like a crescent moon.

"What do you want to do?" Qianniu grabbed the quilt and hugged in a corner of the bed. This scene flashed through his mind. Zhang Yang rushed to the hungry tiger and pounced on the sheep, pressing him on the bed...

"I, I, I, are not casual people." Qianniu was afraid of being shy and unable to speak. In fact, if Zhang Yang had to force himself to take the blame, Qianniu might have been half-supported. After all, Zhang Yang still had some charm after becoming a woman.
Chapter completed!