When Chu Ning wakes up, he sees the ink burning and sitting on the table in a daze, a bean lamp is reflected in his dark eyes, and some hollow.

"..."

I want to sit up, but I have no strength, and Chu Ning has to give up.

The snow-blue back-printed curtains fluttered gently. He leaned over and stared silently at the ink, but the two fools were still immersed in self, and did not find that their masters had woken up.

This does not blame him, whoever knows his lover, has long had a son with other women, the stimulation will not be small.

Is Xia Shi’s rebellion really an illegitimate child? How is this possible... Chu nightning, he is so high-spirited, which woman in the world can get his eyes?

What's more, if the illegitimate child is true, the last generation of the child, Chu Ning, certainly has this child, but they have been with each other for so many years. Whether it is the words and deeds of the weekdays, or the bed affair / things, they are all with the "four husbands" The word is completely untouched.

But what is this Kingdee hairpin?

The ink burned his forehead and hit the table with his forehead, and it was mad!

He was not smart at all, and he was the least good at thinking about this kind of swaying. The more he thought about it, the more he finally held his head and squatted on the table.

"Ink burning, what to do?"

A Kunshan jade-like sound of good voice sounded in the house, with a bit hoarse.

Bounced and slammed, and the ink burned and said: "Master, are you awake?"

"Yeah." Chu night Ning lightly coughed a few times, raised his eyelids and looked at him. "Is this in Linluyu's inn?"

"Yes, yes." The ink burned up and walked over to the bed. Suddenly, it seemed that Chu’s lower lip seemed to be a little bit broken. Wrong, the face brush will be red.

Seeing that he is not a god, Chu said: "What happened?"

"Nothing is nothing." The ink burned and waved again and again, and opened the subject. "This is the case. The teacher suddenly fainted in Xuanyuan Pavilion. I hugged... cough, took you to rest here. I went to Langzhong to prescribe medicine, and then ......"

I heard you talking in my sleep, thinking about the past, I couldn’t help but kiss you.

But where can these words be spoken, the burning sound is gradually getting lighter, and the eyes are rarely confused, and it seems more and more embarrassing.

Chu Xiaoning heard him look for Langzhong, and he saw him look different, his heart snorted, fearing that he already knew that he was poisoned and his body would become smaller. Can not help but quietly pinched the beggar, mute asked:

"What does the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that the master was affected by the gods, so he could not support it." The ink burned hesitant for a while and continued, "Master, your spiritual core..."

"It's fine, it's more fragile than ordinary people."

When the ink burned, he was still thinking about the fact that Chu Yu and Chu Xiaoning had scars on their chests. They speculated that there was a connection between the two, but it was not like this. He couldn't help but ask: "How can this be? The master is so powerful, the spiritual core will certainly not be born weak, when did it start?"

"It’s been a long time. It’s been like this since it was hurt a few years ago.” Chu Xi’s casually waved his hand, and he didn’t care about it – “Does the doctor say anything else?”

The ink burned and shook his head: "Nothing else."

After the candlelight, Chu nightning looked at him deeply and said, "Where are you, what do you do when you hit the table?"

"..." The ink burned for a while, and couldn't hold it anymore. He simply went out and took out the Kingdee hairpin from the sleeve and spread it in his palm.

"I found this."

"..."

"On yourself."

The hairpin flashed with golden light, but Chu Xinning’s heart continued to sink.

Sure enough, he still knew it. In the end, he still couldn’t hide it.

Sigh a sigh, silence for a long time, neither of them talked. In the end, Chu Jingning closed his eyes and was about to tell the truth, but he heard the sigh of silence: "Master, Xia Shidi... Is it really your son?"

Chu nightning: "..."

When you open your eyes, the blood that freezes into ice seems to flow again. For a moment, Chu Nighting only stared silently at the bedside with a complex face of ink and rain, and his eyes gradually became two clear words: "idiot."

"Yes." Chu Xiaoning raised his hand indifferently, and waited for the reaction of the ink to take the gold butterfly out of the buckle. "I haven’t told you about it before, why ask again."

The ink burned and said: "I am just... sure again..."

Although Chu Xiaoning acknowledged that Xia Shi reversed his flesh and blood several times, but the ink burned after all, he was still skeptical. He endured a strong discomfort and secretly made up his mind. When he saw the Xia Shi reverse, he must interrogate the other side. Don't give them a **** kiss, he will not believe in death!

After a while, Chu’s physical strength gradually recovered and he got up from the couch.

"my clothes……"

He stroked his clothes, rubbed it and frowned. "How can it be so messy?"

Ink burning: "Cough."

I was afraid that he remembered some sporadic clips before, and the ink burned to talk: "Master, are you hungry? The dishes in this store have been heard well, and the text of Tofu is especially delicious. Let's go on and taste it? I treat you. ""

Chu night Ning coldly glanced at him: "Not my money for you?"

Even so, but still wide-sleeved, pushed the door down the stairs.

Lin Lingyu's dishes are similar to Yangzhou. They are fresh and chic, and the taste is quite sweet. This is the combination of Chu and Ning.

At this time, the Xuanyuan Club has ended, and most of the monks have left. They asked for a box, but they didn't have to deliberately put on the cloak to hide their identity. After the two were seated, the store gave two cups of Biluochun, and the menu was retired.

"The teacher will look at it first."

"You pick, the food in the Jiangnan area, I have gotten into the mouth." Chu night Ning said, pick up the cup and drink a cup of tea.

However, as soon as the tea touched his lips, he frowned slightly: "..."

Ink burning: "What's wrong? Is it hot?"

"...no problem. Xu is the weather is too dry, the mouth is a little chapped." Chu night Ning said, some doubts touched his lips.

Strange, when is it broken?

"..."

The ink burned and immediately lowered his head.

It takes a while for the dishes to be cooked. Chu and Ning will talk about the Xuanyuan Pavilion with the ink burning. The two leave the scene early, and they don’t know who the gods are, but this is not in the way. When you go out to inquire about it. All right.

Between the chats, the table gradually filled with a variety of Yangzhou dishes, Chu nightning felt that there would be no more information when asked again, so I stopped talking about it. His eyes swept over the bowl of cups and saucers at the table. After a while, his eyes lifted a few inches, and his eyes fell on the face of the young man who smiled a little.

Chu night Ning asked: "Have you been to Jiangnan before?"

Before the reburning, it was natural to go through the apricot flower and rain, but he did not forget that he was only seventeen years old, and he entered the life and death for two years, so he immediately shook his head: "I have never been here before."

Chu Xiaoning squinted, his face was dull, his voice was clear, and he said, "But you ordered a good dish."

"...!"

He said that the smoldering of the ink was swiftly reflected, and his own cuisine was based on the preference of Chu Yuning. It was originally intended to make him eat better, to restore his physical strength, but he forgot that he should not know Huaiyang cuisine so well.

“When I was a child, I used to cook in the back kitchen of the Lefang. Many dishes have not been tasted, but I have heard it.”

Chu night Ning did not pay attention to it: "Eat."

Jiangnan draughts, Linling Island is a crab in the basket, shrimp in the bamboo cage, and fish in the wicker. Therefore, the coffin is on the square table, and the river seafood is everywhere. Liangxi crispy, fried, sour sauce, sweet and sour squirrel squid, squid prawn, chrysanthemum conch, split squid head fragrant four.

As for fresh vegetable meat and cold dish desserts, it is also a delicate and meticulous study. It is very elegant.

Stewed crab powder lion head, crystal meat, chicken juice boiled silk, soup dumplings, Wensi tofu, too many to mention.

The ink burned and dragged, and the second one put the last dish of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, and then quietly looked at the night. Mind: I don't know how many dishes he will eat today?

After thinking about it, I secretly bet with myself:

It must be a crab lion head.

This is Chu's favorite Yangzhou dish, and it is not a problem. When the dishes are well prepared, his chopsticks first explored there without any suspense.

The ink burned in my heart and sighed, this person, always so good to guess, eat and do things, all are not...

Hey. A rounded and lovely lion head fell into a burning bowl.

……change?

The ink burned up, and the face gradually had some flattering look: "Master, Master."

"I have been ill for a few days, and I am bothered to take care of you."

Did he not hear it wrong? ? The ink burns more and more.

Chu night Ning actually told him - tired of your care? ?

This sentence has never been spoken in his life! !

Chu nightning sees the face of the young man slowly rising red, his eyebrows stretched, his eyes slowly curled up, his hair on his forehead curled, shaking twitching. There was no way to help, but the face was still necessary, and Chu Zong Shi took a sip of tea.

The lips are sore...

In fact, in the days when Xia Si rebelled with him, Chu Jingning had already vaguely had some self-blame. In the middle of the night reflection, I will feel that I am too harsh, and it is not a false statement. Since then, he has told himself that if he is to recover, he must not do anything more, and he must change some.

When he came to Peach Blossom Spring, Chu nightned and coughed for a long time, barely asked him, how to make the apprentice not so afraid of himself.

After a moment of sighing, he said: "First of all, you should properly express your love for the apprentice."

Express care...

Chu nightning thought of ink burning may have never eaten crab lion head, so faintly open, swearing: "clear stewed crab powder lion head, the above-mentioned pork belly finely chopped, and shrimp seeds, crab meat, crab yellow, full Rolling round. Pinch the fat and thin lion's head, squatting in the clear soup, floating in the soup, emerald green vegetables, in the red mud casserole, the color is very beautiful."

"..."

The ink burned.

Eat and eat, what do you do with the recipe?

However, Chu Ning felt that this was a patient introduction and a kind of care for the apprentice. So after a meal, the ink burned a dish and tasted it all over the place. He also listened to a bunch of sounds like "Jianghuai food." The story of the dish on the back.

If it’s not the late night, the sound of Ning’s voice is so cold and sound, I’m afraid that the ink will burn off the table.

"Hey, have you heard that? The last lot of Xuanyuange was taken by the people of Linyi Confucianism!"

The curtains were separated by bamboo curtains, and the slamming door that was talking next to them rang, and they were stunned by the ink.

Chu night Ning suddenly stopped the introduction of "crystal meat", and looked at each other with ink and burned.

A rough man is talking: "How have you not heard? Is it a god? The price of 300 million gold is paid off on the spot. It is really a high price. I have never seen so much money in my life."

"Oh, your point of interest, don't you know, except for this **** Wu, the Confucianism Gate also spent 50 million to buy a sphenoidal beauty seat!"

"God, isn't the skeletal beauty seat used for raw food or double repair? This is a sacred practice, and the world's first big faction is so arrogant, it's too ugly!"

"Su brother said that the sphenoid bones are a reasonable method of cultivation, not a ban. The beauty seats are similar to me, but they are not mortal. It is like eating the fruit to help the fine, nothing. A good place to get sick."

"Oh, I can't agree with each other..."

The other is ridiculously said: "It seems that a beautiful disciple who is a Confucianist is a young disciple who is a simple disciple. It is called a leaf. It’s a long time to hear that it’s quite a human dog. I didn’t expect it to be a sleepy woman. People. I see that the Confucianist Gate is also at dusk."

Someone next to me laughed and said: "What is there, there is something for everyone who loves beauty."

The neighbors argued around ethical morality and are not worth listening to.

Chu Xi Ning whispered repeatedly: "Shen Wu was bought by Confucianism?"

"It sounds like this."

Chu nightning is not to be sorrowful by the ground: "It is difficult. If this matter is followed, it is necessary to go to the Confucianism Gate to check what..."

He said that the ink burned and he remembered it. "Ah," he said softly, "The teacher is the person who is the Confucianist."

"Ok."

"Don't want to go back?"

When it comes back to the Confucianism, Chu’s lateness is tired and his eyebrows are drawn. He said: “This is a big school in the upper class, but I used to...”

He said half of it. Suddenly there was a crowd of people in the hall. Someone shouted: "The boss, give you five hundred gold, and immediately clear the scene. These guests are all driven out! Today, our little son wants to be a gift!"

The author has something to say: the crabs in the basket, the shrimp in the bamboo cage, and the fish in the wicker. This description comes from Zheng Banqiao, because it is not a special public's excerpts, in order to avoid misunderstanding, affirmation of non-original, and attach the source.

Soup" throwing grenades~

Attached to the favorite and most annoying foods of the kings:

Chu Xiaoning

Favorite: Crab powder lion head, lotus cake

Hate: spicy hot pot

Ink burning

Favorite: Red oil

Hate: salty bean flower

Xue Meng

Favorite: Spicy Hot Pot

Hate: salty bean flower

Teacher

Favorite: 臊子面

Hate: candied haw

Leaf forget

Favorite: sweet and sour squid

Hate: pancakes wrapped with green onions

Mei Hanxue

Favorite: Folding ears

Hate: Pork (this is good, it is very halal)

The next chapter of the Confucianism

Favorite: all kinds of meat, especially pork (this is very bad, this is not true)

Hate: Wensi Tofu

So hungry... slipped away

Oh, no, slip back, everyday, thank you for your chase, oh~