If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Wen Renshu responded lightly, "Yeah."

He slowly opened his palms, and the wrinkled petals could no longer see their original fresh and juicy appearance.

Fortunately, there are many capable people in this world, and they can recognize what kind of flower it is by its wrinkled petals.

Gong Ji ordered the matter, and it didn't take long for the news to come.

As the emperor, Gong Ji handled these matters very skillfully.

As for Wen Renshu, he returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion after resolving the "plague disease".

His Imperial Master's Mansion is located in the east of the palace and occupies a large area.

However, he was very quiet after hearing the news, so there were only ten maids and eunuchs serving him.

Wen Renshu returned to the courtyard, and dinner was placed on the stone table.

Not much, just three plates.

They are a bowl of pumpkin porridge, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a small plate of osmanthus cake.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake has a light transparent color and will bounce back when poked with chopsticks.

It looks delicious at first glance.

Among the flowers, Song Chuyi's stomach growled.

He drank a lot of water today but didn't eat anything. He was already hungry now.

Song Chuyi wrapped the petals around his waist with a turf belt he had woven and tied them tightly.

After making sure that no matter how strong the wind was, he would not be exposed, he flapped his little wings and flew up.

The sound of banging sounded in the quiet courtyard.

Wen Renshu's hand holding the spoon paused.

Not long after, a soft voice sounded.

"Brother Wenren, can I have dinner with you?"

Wen Renshu lowered his eyes slightly and saw a little man standing next to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, as tall as the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

There is an extra piece of green grass on the little man's waist than during the day.

Very detailed, as if carefully selected.

When Song Chu saw that he didn't speak, he hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of him and took a bite.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

He said vaguely.

Wen Renshu said nothing and picked up the wooden spoon again to drink the pumpkin porridge.

Pumpkin porridge quickly bottomed out.

He reached out and picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The piece that happened to be picked up by Song Chuyi was the piece that Song Chuyi was holding and chewing.

Song Chuyi didn't react for a moment, and his body took off together with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Wait a minute!" Song Chuyi quickly let go of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and flapped his little wings, "Why do you eat what I've eaten?"

Wenren wrote without changing his expression and ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Song Chu took a bite of.

Osmanthus cake tastes soft and waxy, slightly sweet.

When Song Chu saw that Wen Renshu ignored him, he flew to another sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and this time he hugged it with all four limbs.

Just lower your head and start chewing.

Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, he gnawed hard!

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the small plate disappeared piece by piece, and soon only the piece Song Chuyi was holding was left.

Wen Renshu stretched out his hand and his fingertips touched the edge of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Song Chuyi:! ! !

"No!" he shouted, "this piece is mine, mine!"

Wen Renshu pinched the piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

When Song Chu saw him, he was so hard that he burst into tears.

"Wenren brother is so good, he agreed to have dinner with me."

"Now you still want to grab my sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

He couldn't bear this grievance.

He hasn't eaten for a day, and the villain actually wants to steal the last piece of osmanthus cake from him!

unacceptable!

Maybe she cried too much on the first day of the Song Dynasty. After hearing the book, she put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and withdrew her hand.

He looked at the little man who was crying out of breath but still moving his cheeks and gnawing, and frowned slightly.

It seems to be getting more and more serious.

When Song Chu saw that Wen Renshu didn't compete with him for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he suddenly became happy.

"Brother Wenren, you are so kind."

"I love you, my heart~"

He made a heartfelt gesture, and then continued to eat the sweet osmanthus cake.

As expected of the pastries in the palace, they are so delicious!

A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten more thoroughly than Song Chuyi, and his belly was slightly bulging, obviously too bloated.

He lay facelessly on the stone table.

"good to eat!"

He licked his lips and looked at Wen Renshu expectantly.

"Shall we have this for breakfast tomorrow?"

Wen Renshu put away the plate, stood up and walked out.

Song Chuyi originally wanted to catch up with him, but when he thought there were many people outside, if he was seen like this, they would definitely arrest him.

If he is arrested, he might not be able to see Wen Renshu!

Therefore, he will never take a step out of this yard until he completes his mission and returns to his normal human form!

Song Chuyi collapsed on the stone table, feeling that his stomach was really bloated, and he flew up after thinking about it.

He was flying in the air to eat, and his transparent little wings outlined a graceful shape in the air.

This was what Wen Renshu saw when he came back from outside.

The lively and cheerful little man was flying in the air, and the moonlight fell on him, as if covered with a soft light.

Cute and cute, and full of life.

Wen Renshu sat on the stone chair again and poured himself a cup of tea.

The hot air slowly rose up, creating a mist of water.

Song Chuyi was a little thirsty after eating, so he flew to the tea cup, lowered his head and drank.

After drinking enough, he looked up at Wen Renshu and gave a sweet smile.

"Thank you, brother Wenren."

Wen Renshu picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Warm and slightly bitter.

"Song Chuyi." He suddenly said, "Did you choose the name for yourself?"

Song Chuyi nodded excitedly, "Yes, yes."

Wen Renshu responded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.

But Song Chuyi was restless.

He started talking.

"Don't you humans want to celebrate the Spring Festival?"

"After New Year's Eve, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year. The first day of the Lunar New Year is the beginning of the year."

"Every first day of the new year is a new beginning."

He sat on the handle of the teapot next to him and shook his little jiojio.

"How do I get my name?"

Wen Renshu took a sip of warm tea and asked, "What's your last name?"

Song Chuyi tilted his head and thought for a while, "I don't really remember."

"Maybe it's because I think the word Song sounds nice."

Some memories seemed a little too long ago, and he couldn't even remember them.

But he did choose his name himself.

"Yeah." Wen Renshu responded in a low voice and said nothing more.

The moonlight poured down and fell on the two of them.

If there were others around, they would definitely find this scene harmonious and beautiful.

It's a pity that this courtyard is a forbidden area for the entire Imperial Master's Mansion. No one can enter without Wenren Shu's permission.

Not even a mosquito is allowed to fly in.

The night is getting darker and the tea is getting cold.

Wen Renshu got up and went back to his room to rest.

As soon as Song Chu looked at the yard full of flowers, he got bored and started to artificially pollinate the flowers.

In the bedroom, Wen Renshu closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

The fog is gradually rising and it's a little cool.

He put on his coat and walked into the yard.

Then he saw a naked little man standing under a big leaf.

The little man was still singing happily.

"I love taking a bath, my skin feels good~"

"Ouch~~"

Wen Renshu:...