Guqin becomes a beauty

The ancient god of rain, single name Mei, the ancient gods used to call her Yugu, and those who were closer to Rong Zun sometimes called her directly—A Mei.

Rong Zun held the baby girl in his arms. His posture was not standard, but the baby girl was very quiet, with round black eyes rolling around curiously, and muttering in her mouth.

Bai Jie jumped up excitedly under his feet, and the baby girl was not afraid, and patted Xiaorou's arm happily.

Rong Zun seemed a little at a loss for such A Mei, and coaxed softly: "It's Xiaobao, it's happy to see you."

Before Ling Xing came to the front, the eyebrows also turned in disbelief, and his eyes slightly lowered to look at her, "I didn't expect that it was really Aunt Yu."

The three of them are the only ones who are conscious and active at the moment. It is weird to speak in a group of statue-like crowds.

Ling Xingwei asked: "Rong Rong, what are you going to do?"

"How to do it? Of course, take Ah Mei back."

"She was born on top of a human being now. She has a mother..." Pointing to the panic-stricken woman in front of her, "There are also people from the tribe." His eyes swept across the villagers of all shapes and sizes, and he sighed softly. He took a deep breath, "Are you going to abduct the baby?"

"I……"

"Rongrong, she is indeed still the God of Rain, but she is not the Yugu Amei we are familiar with who was conceived by heaven and earth in the past."

After a pause, "She has no memory of the past."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Rong Zun looked at her, his eyes were slightly red, "But look, once she was hugged by me, she stopped crying and was still smiling at me."

The baby girl Shui Lingling's big eyes were bent into crescent moons, "babbling, babbling", laughing heartlessly.

"She obviously still remembers me." Rong Zun murmured.

He thought of a long, long time ago, without the Huaxu family, without Xingwei... His past was more proud and unrestrained than now.

He, the God of Cookery and the God of Thunder often gather in Mount Weiyi, drinking strong wine and eating exquisite snacks, playing the piano happily while drunk, the God of Cookery sings, and the God of Thunder laughs the loudest.

At that time, they were frivolous and indulgent, never experienced life and death, and had no worries behind them.There is only one person, who has wine today and is drunk today, why has he ever cared about the worries of the past...

Every time they passed out, Yu Gu cast a spell to send them back to the house, where Rong Zun slept on the bed, and the other two lay on the ground.

No matter how the two complained when they woke up, Yu Gu just smiled and said nothing, showing partiality.

Rong Zun is the youngest, she always takes more care of him.

If Thunder God and Cook God are two of Rong Zun's best friends, then Yu Gu is an even more special existence to him, an existence that is rarely relied on among the lonely and proud ancient gods.

"Yeah, ehhh..."

Now, this person seems to have found a safe haven, stopped crying, and rested in his arms trustingly and relyingly, Rong Zun looked at her tenderly, just like the eyes of Aunt Yu many years ago.

The decisiveness and ease with which he faced Nie Zheng before was completely gone here.He couldn't say how many years later, when Yugu survived the nine-day thunder disaster, she might still have the memory of the day when she returned to her place and reunited with them.

He wanted to take her away now, as if he had already determined that Aunt Yu didn't belong here.

"Rong Rong, let's stay here first. Let's talk about Yugu's matter later?" Ling Xingwei's words made him slightly frowned, but he didn't directly say no.After thousands of years of tempering, his temper has calmed down a lot, and he also understands the difficulties of the world.

Although the movement was slow, he still carefully put the baby girl back into the woman's arms.

"Open." With a slight lift of her finger, the world suddenly moved, and the voice flooded in again. The woman raised her eyes in panic, but seeing the two of Rong Zun so close to her, she screamed and stepped back a few steps. Hold the child.

"...Go away! Get rid of it!" The village chief was still shouting.

The middle-aged man next to him hit it with a stick, and missed it, staggered and almost fell, and looked around for the white dog in doubt—it was clearly aimed at it before the stick, why did it disappear?

"Yeah...?" Suddenly leaving An Xin's embrace, the baby girl turned her head to look at him, her expression seemed agitated, "Umm..."

Rong Zun has returned to his modern appearance, standing unmoved by the surrounding things, looking at the baby girl with soft eyes, and gently smiling at her comfortingly.

"Hey..." The baby girl twitched her small mouth in dissatisfaction, her big eyes were moist, and she didn't cry anymore.

"My child... the child stopped crying!" The woman also realized.

"Stop crying? Why don't you cry!" the people around said.

"What happened?"

"It was fine just now! Why did it stop suddenly?!"

The villagers were in a mess, and the village head panicked. Halfway through the sacrifice, the crying of the reincarnated baby girl suddenly stopped. What should I do? !

"Quiet! Everyone - stand still and don't leave!" Xie Chengwei let out a low voice, and led the people from the Ministry of State Security to come forward, and quickly stabilized the situation.

The crying of the baby girl stopped, and the rain that has been falling for a month has been getting smaller and smaller, until now there are only a few drops.The ground was wet, and the village fans stood in the water, looking embarrassed, behind them was the same wet village.

Most of the villagers have two attitudes towards this: the first one is to breathe a sigh of relief, they live in the mountains, and the continuous heavy rain not only affects travel, but also poses a great hidden danger to the safety of the entire village; The second is hostility towards Rong Zun and Bai Ji. It was their sudden approach that frightened the Rain God.

The village chief was quite sensible, and helped Xie Chengwei to calm down the villagers' emotions, evacuated the assembly, and went back to their homes for the time being.

When the woman hurried away with the baby girl in her arms, she looked back at Rong Zun warily.

Xie Chengwei called the members of the National Heritage Department team and went to the village chief's house together.

In the living room on the second floor of the village head's house, the village head's wife poured tea for several people, and went to the balcony to dry the clothes that had been hanging in the house.

"Minister, the sky has cleared up." Xiao Xu looked out, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the sun had emerged from the thick clouds, revealing a circle of light.The ink-like atmosphere in the village has gradually lost its original appearance.

"Minister Ling, I trouble you to come here again, isn't the road outside difficult?" Compared to facing Xie Chengwei, the village chief was less nervous in front of Ling Xingwei.In recent years, more and more young people in the village want to go to the big cities. Only some old people and young children are left. If things go on like this, the Yi village may become an empty village. Thanks to the original ecological village protection policy established by the Ministry of National Heritage of the People's Republic of China the year before last, the Yi village was included in the first batch of lists, received special grants from the state, and organized experts to visit and lead the villagers to develop local handicrafts. , which controls the population ratio.

For on-the-spot investigation, Ling Xingwei came twice in person, and the help to the village is real. The village head and villagers are very grateful to him-this is why today's worship was interrupted, and people's grievances were directed at Rong Zun and Bai. On J's body, there is no reason why no one glared at Ling Xing.

With this living shield, Xie Chengwei found that the slow-moving investigation work suddenly went smoothly.If you ask ten questions, you can't open your mouth. This time, you don't have to take the initiative. The village chief himself explained the cause and effect of the whole thing to others.

This enthusiasm can also be seen from the dinner dishes prepared by the village head's wife in the evening.

Members of the Ministry of National Security, who had eaten pickled fish and noodles for three days, finally ate normal glutinous rice with expressions on their faces.

Rong Zun was a little absent-minded, and the village head's wife glanced at him a few times, but she still couldn't help saying to him: "Those people are a little excited today, so don't take what you said to heart. The rain finally stopped after more than a month, actually They are still happy."

At the worship site today, the village chief's wife was also there, standing beside the woman who was holding the baby girl. She could see the complaints about Rong Zun from the villagers who were dissatisfied because the worship was interrupted.

Originally, she was displeased, but now seeing this young man eating quietly by himself, with a handsome and well-behaved face, she couldn't be strict anymore.

"Thank you." Rong Zun turned his head, his tone soft.The eyebrows and eyes that had been slightly frowned all the time stretched out the curved arc, which made people's hearts melt even more.

The village chief's wife let out a sigh of relief, put it down, and brought him some food with a smile, "Eat more, and there is a soup, which will be served right away."

Xie Chengwei's subordinates followed his minister and received cold treatment for three days, but now seeing the people from the Ministry of National Heritage coming, the rain stopped, the minister was personally received by the village chief, and Director Rong won the favor of the village chief's wife Doting, and even bringing other people to drink spicy food as soon as they come, it really makes them feel complicated to eat this meal...

After a while, the village head's wife got up and went to the kitchen to bring out a pot of black soup with grass flowers floating in it. Accompanied by a little familiar smell of herbs, those people in the Ministry of State Security froze slightly, and their hands holding chopsticks stopped. half empty...

The team of the Ministry of National Heritage looked forward to it, Xiao Xu stood up politely, "Auntie, let me get it for you."

"Sit down, sit down, come and taste the herbal soup of our Yi people."

Jiang Qing: "Baicao Decoction? Is it made from traditional Chinese medicine?"

Chen Li: "It sounds like a cure haha!"

Huang Yueyue: "It smells good! Thank you, Auntie!"

……

The Ministry of State Security couldn't tell what was going on, so I glanced at my minister, saw that his expression didn't change, he had already thanked him solemnly, picked up the bowl and filled it up, so he had to pretend to be excited. He took it in a bowl.

"Minister Ling, please too." The village chief said enthusiastically when he saw that someone had drunk.

Ling Xing didn't nod, and looked up to see the village head's wife filled a bowl for Rong Zun first, and she was smiling and persuading him to drink.Rong Zun stared at the bowl in front of him, looking a little dazed, Ling Xing didn't know that he was analyzing what was in it.

"Director Rong, give me the bowl."

"Huh?" Rong Zun suddenly withdrew his consciousness, before putting away the confusion in his eyes, he raised his head.

This soup is really too complicated. He has only researched half of the ingredients until now, and he secretly admires it. Even if the chef cooks, he may not be able to make this effect.

"There are things in it that you are allergic to, don't try it." Ling Xingwei said, and reached out to take his bowl.

Rong Zun's mouth is raised by the God of Cookery, he is very picky eater, and he will never touch internal organs - it would be too embarrassing for him to drink this.

Rong Zun looked at him and knew that since he said so, there must be something wrong with the soup.But he is really curious - for tens of thousands of years, even the God of Cookery has not made food that he can't distinguish the raw materials from!

The wife of the village head heard that he was allergic, so she didn't dare to force her. When she turned around and saw Rong Zun still staring at the bowl of soup that had been taken away, she couldn't help but feel very cute, and instead persuaded: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Body matters."

Rong Zun looked away reluctantly, and turned to look at Ling Xingwei, seeing how he drank the whole bowl of soup without changing his expression.

In the evening, members of the National Heritage Team were assigned to the villagers' homes in pairs.Rong Zun was in a group with Ling Xingwei, Xiao Xu was in a group with Chen Li, and Jiang Qing was with another little girl, Huang Yueyue.

After leaving the village chief's house, Rong Zun and Ling Xingwei walked side by side under the night.The sky washed by water is extraordinarily clear, and the long-lost moon appears, quietly reflecting the quaint village.

There is still water on the potholed road, and the reflection of leaves is sometimes swept under the moonlight.

Rong Zun asked curiously: "Why didn't you let me drink that Herbal Soup today?"

"Baicao Soup, also known as Niu Niu Tang." Ling Xingwei's voice was cold and deep. Looking at Rong Zun's expression, he knew that he still didn't understand. He suddenly smiled, like an iceberg breaking, making people feel numb from head to toe.

When Rong Zun was still indulging in that seductive smile, he heard him say: "Before the Yi people kill the cow, they will feed it some favorite Chinese herbs."

"So particular? I can distinguish Shouwu, Angelica, Golden Buckwheat..." Rong Zun was dizzy.

"Well, in short, there are many kinds of herbs, and it's really not very easy to divide after being digested."

"……what?"

Ling Xingwei's eyes flashed narrowly, "After killing the cow, take out these Chinese herbal medicines that have just been eaten into the stomach and have not yet been digested, put them in a high-temperature pot and boil them, and then use special methods to cook them until we drink them today. 'Baicao Soup'."

Rong Zun: "..."

"How about it, do you want to try it tomorrow?"

"...Rong Sanbao, I noticed that you are getting fatter and fatter?" Rong Zun gritted his teeth and said, he stepped forward to pinch him, but was dodged nimbly, and saw that the man had already moved five steps away Unexpectedly, Zheng looked back at him with a smile in his eyes.

Rong Zun let out a "hum", and rushed after him again.

In the quiet village, the sound of flapping clothes brings some vitality, as if alive.

Bai Jie scratched and backed up with an "Aww," and also stuck out his tongue towards Ling Xingwei, pounced on him.

The starlight sprinkled on the field, and reflected the wooden building not far away that was lit and waiting for them to return.

The author has something to say:

Haha Niu Niu is a delicacy of the Dong nationality. It is very special to borrow and use it!Everyone has a chance to try it~