The Marshal of Drama is fine again today

This is a luxurious and low-key bedroom. The beautiful little female on the bed sleeps soundly, her cheeks are flushed, her cheeks pressed against the pillow look plump, and her rare pure hair is scattered, looking very soft.The pajamas were slightly opened, revealing round and fair shoulders...

besides……

Cong Yuan looked down at himself, momentarily stiffened.

The golden pupil shrank back and forth, and some strange memory fragments that could not be connected flashed across his mind.When a sweet and warm picture of taking a bath appeared, Cong Yuan burst into tears.Taking a deep look at the defenseless sleeping female, he wiped his face, and his taut-skinned figure disappeared without a trace, only the slightly fluttering gauze curtain showed what happened just now.

When Mo Ji'an woke up, he didn't see Xiao Jin Tuan, he looked for it suspiciously, and when he learned from the system that it had escaped, he put it down with a smile.

He can come and go freely in the heavily guarded palace, that little guy is smart.

As the newly enthroned emperor, Mo Ji'an couldn't indulge himself to sleep in the dark.Countless pairs of eyes stared at him expecting him to make mistakes. If he was not diligent and humble, troubles would inevitably arise.The high priest started to work on Wei Ming's affairs, and temporarily left him with the emperor's homework, which he spent all morning to finish.

In the afternoon, Zong brought five people. "Your Majesty, please see if it is suitable."

Mo Ji'an put down the brochure and took a closer look. The five of them were all strong males with yellowish brown hair. They should be primates.The five people raised their chests and raised their heads, not daring to look sideways: "Your Majesty!" The voice was deafening and full of energy, but their faces were tense and cautious.

The first impression was not bad, Mo Ji'an waved his hand: "Relax, what are your specialties?"

"Your Majesty, your name is Lennart Bolgard Witteron..." The five of them introduced themselves in turn. The two yellow-haired ones were good at picking and knife skills respectively, while the other three brown-haired ones were more comprehensive.

"Ah," Mo Ji'an's face was a little numb, and his name was so long that his head was dizzy.

root!Book!remember!No!live!

Zong Renjun couldn't help: "Your Majesty, you can name qualified candidates after you have selected them."

Although the majesty of the emperor is getting weaker and weaker, most people are still determined to become the emperor's cronies. It is an honor to be given a name by the emperor. If they are lucky enough to receive a "Chinese character" award, it is a matter of honoring their ancestors.

Mo Ji'an blinked: "Give a name? Speaking of which, is the "Zong" inherited from your ancestors?"

Zong was slightly proud, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Mo Ji'an thought about it for a while: "Zong doesn't have his own characters yet, can I write one for you?"

Shao Shao was stunned for a while, Zong gradually opened his eyes wide, and became excited uncontrollably: "Your Majesty!"

The five people standing behind the sect were emotionally surging at the same time, and their pupils were about to burst into flames.Their eyes look like they want to eat people.Mo Ji'an once again felt the enthusiasm from Interstellar, and he never thought that just a single proposal would almost break everyone's emotions.

Interstellar's vision for "Chinese characters" is serious.

Mo Ji'an smiled, raised his eyebrows, picked up the royal pen and wrote "peak" on the practice paper beside him.His handwriting is not sharp and arrogant, but looks neat and gentle with a hint of arrogance.It is a slightly restrained peak.

The six people stared at the word with burning eyes, as if they could spot a flower.

"Your Majesty, this is, this word is..." Zong's tone was hurried. Even one of the top ten marshals looked like a child eager for candy at this moment, his face full of tension and expectation.

Apart from Tianci who can accept inheritance, Interstellar is not qualified to know Chinese characters.So even if it is the marshal, he can't read.Looking at the reverent expressions of these people, Mo Ji'an was shocked by the charm of Chinese characters.

He wasn't going to make a fool of himself: "The sea reaches the boundless sky as the shore, and the mountain climbs to the top and I'm the peak. Is it okay to think about the peak?"

"The sea is boundless..." Muttering a few words, Zong came back to his senses in a daze, and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, my subordinates are willing to expand the territory for you and die in battle!"

Uh... there is no need to die in battle.

I don't know what Zong Cong made up in his brain in those two lines, but Mo Ji'an showed his blood on his face.

The other five looked at Zong with envy and awe, their eyes became brighter and brighter.

Looking around at several people, Mo Ji'an pondered for a while, and wrote five words: "If you do well, this will also become your name."

The five of them immediately knelt down to show their loyalty, and when they got up, they all floated.

Mo Ji'an stared at the five words "gold, wood, water, fire, and earth" that were not distracting, and his soul was seldom a little more proud.

The system was amazed: "I didn't expect you to be able to control it."

Mo Ji'an shook his head: "I'm new here, I don't have any connections, and now I'm in urgent need of reliable helpers." He narrowed his eyes: "One near-death experience is enough, I want to live, and live well."

Zong Feng hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, can this word be given to your subordinates?"

Mo Ji'an handed him the paper, seeing him carefully laying it into his bosom for protection, with a happy expression on his face, he was a little helpless.

"Okay, let's get down to business now. Since Zong can bring you here, it means you are trustworthy. And what you will learn next must be kept secret. If you can't do it, you can leave now." Looking around, he reacted to several people Very satisfied: "I have different departments here, and I will choose your specialization direction then."

It's impossible for Mo Ji'an to suddenly bring out the Manchu Banquet, but it's not difficult to cook with a little memory.And he also plans to make some easy-to-operate home-cooked dishes in the early stage. When everything is on the schedule, he will buy a few cookbooks from the system to add more dishes.

After several people expressed their views, Mo Ji'an brought people to the laboratory: "Now, follow the steps I said."

Zong followed behind silently, recalling yesterday's dishes in his mind, with inexplicable anticipation.

The teaching atmosphere is very good, but the other side is about to come.

Cong Yuan sat on the sofa, his fingertips clicked, and there was a bit of sternness between his brows and eyes.It made all the subordinates tremble with fear.

Adjutant: "Marshal? Let's go next..."

Cong Yuan's eyes were dim, and his tone was icy: "Have you found the energy body?"

Shivering, the adjutant shuddered: "Not yet, but we have locked the area where he is hiding. I guess..."

Cong Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze was gloomy: "Then go quickly."

The adjutant got the order and immediately said: "Yes!"

When a group of Zerg rushed out and there was only one person left in the inner hall, Cong Yuan showed his distorted face.The two tentacles that had been hidden in the hair stood upright, and the bottomless golden pupil shrank into a thin line.

What the hell is that!

He slammed his fist hard into the ground, smashing the ground into a big hole, cracked all around.He was still puzzled: "Damn it!"

I don't know what the ghost's energy system did, but there seems to be something wrong with his soul - he transformed into a beast, completely unable to control himself, and even lost his memory for a while.This distressed Cong Yuan, who had always been used to controlling everything, especially when he saw that "warm" scene in the morning, he almost lost his mind.

And the only few fragments of memory showed that he, who had transformed into a beast, looked like an idiot.This is really...

As if masochistic, replaying the memory over and over again to watch, Cong Yuan was very angry.After a long time, he laughed twice from his throat.

"Okay, great!" Whether it's the system that retaliated against his self-destruct, or the emperor who can absorb energy.

As night fell, it was already dark.

The sharp eyes of the man who was covered with cold air turned watery in a flash.Two angry, straight tentacles bent into mosquito coils.He looked left and right for two seconds, innocently moved his antennae to sense something, and then his eyes lit up and turned into a small ball of milk, which flew out with a few eager cuckoos.

in the laboratory.

The five people straightened up nervously, like soldiers waiting for a review.They just stared at His Majesty's fork, their faces dripping with sweat.

Mo Ji'an picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth to chew for a while, "Well, it's okay, it's a bit bland." After half a day of contact, he had a corresponding understanding of several people and made a preliminary positioning.After tasting them one by one, he gave the five anxious males a comforting smile: "You can all stay for now."

The pupils of the five people lit up, and they couldn't control their excitement: "Really! Your Majesty!"

Mo Ji'an nodded, seeing several people huddling together excitedly, cheering and shouting, he and Zong looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile.

"Gulululu, Gulululu." It was the familiar time again, the familiar Nunuuo sound.

Staring at the little thief and habitual offender, Zong couldn't laugh anymore.

Mo Ji'an looked down, and Xiao Jin Tuan'er had already swallowed a plate of food quickly, and was still licking the plate with more interest.The little guy licked one plate clean and rushed to the next plate. He cooed in disgust as soon as he took a bite, and he also looked disgusted when he tried another plate.

With fluffy hair all over, Jin Tuanzi threw himself into Mo Ji'an's arms, stretched out his little paws, and cooed aggrievedly.

Mo Ji'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and poked it: "You're pretty good at it."

For the entire table, he made a dish to make a sample, and the little guy swallowed it whole.Those who were disliked were left with five bright dishes, especially not liked by Mao Tuan'er.The hairball was not full after eating a plate, and complained, as if saying that Mo Ji'an lied to it.

The faces of the five people turned green and white.

Zong almost yelled: It's shameless to pretend to be stupid and cute!He didn't even taste a sip!

At this moment, he has a lot of resentment towards the strongest marshal who shocked the entire interstellar.That cold and unrestrained image suddenly collapsed.

Mo Ji'an smiled: "Haha, you are still wronged."

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" Jin Tuanzi held his finger with two small paws, and clicked his round eyes.

After kneading, Mo Ji'an turned around and said, "Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest. These few dishes are already good for you when you first get acquainted with them, and you can practice carefully later. Alright, that's it for today."

His Majesty's words came from a distance: "Haha, let's take a bath together. I don't know if your master will give you a bath."

Zong thought of something, his face turned blue and red, and he almost gritted his teeth: How shameless, how shameless!

The author has something to say: Jinjiang is enough, the regular update of the manuscript box will never be refreshed, and it needs to be updated manually again.

Marshal QAQ: The first time His Majesty bestowed a word on a long-haired monkey? (Baby is not happy)

Zong Feng (╬￣dish￣): Me!yes!ape!family!

Marshal ︿(￣︶￣)︿: Of course His Majesty doesn’t let the long-haired monkeys eat it! (Baby is the smartest)

Marshal o(*////▽////*)q: Take a shower and sleep together (the baby proudly crosses his waist for a while)

Marshal (￣TT￣): I saw His Majesty’s sleeping face (the baby is going to explode on the spot)