lazy cat hits cute

"Hey, what's there to keep secret! It's just for fun, tell me!" Ming Huang quickly followed Zhang Qingyang, stalking him: "Just tell me!"

Zhang Qingyang resolutely refused: "If you say it, it won't work."

"Cut." Ming Huang curled his lips unhappily, and Zhang Qingyang pointed at the peddler surrounded by dozens of people: "Is that the moon plate you mentioned?"

Ming Huang immediately rushed over to line up, and came out satisfied for a moment, biting one bite at a time.

In order to fulfill his wish, he did enough homework in advance, walked all the way down, and ate all the restaurants with good reputation that he had heard and hoped for for a long time.

When I ate the last sweet snow, my belly rounded and I burped.

The Lantern Festival organized by wealthy businessmen is now at its climax. A thousand-meter-long dancing dragon comes with gongs and drums. The dragon dance came slowly and applauded fiercely.

Tianque Avenue is surprisingly wide, and there are many people.

Pushed and shoved by the crowd, Ming Huang stepped back and forth, his feet were off the ground, almost dangling in mid-air.

"Ming..." Zhang Qingyang swallowed it as soon as he exited the mouth. The crown prince's name is not allowed to be called indiscriminately. He stretched out his hand to grab Ming Huang who was getting farther and farther away. The person who squeezed him wrinkled into a bitter face.

Zhang Qingyang didn't care about that much anymore, stomping his feet and erupting with spirit energy, he abruptly pushed away the crowd, took a few steps forward and grabbed him, forcibly pulled him out and hugged him into his arms.

The gap was quickly filled with fanatical crowds, and those who had been squeezed away just now focused all their attention on the extraordinary dragon dance, forgetting the unhappiness just now.

Zhang Qingyang hugged Minghuang, feeling a little unbalanced in his heartbeat.

It is very soft and warm, which is different from the feeling of being hugged in the water and forest.

The water in the water forest is cold, but here it is hot, even the air is hot.

Squeeze is the same.The crowd kept retreating, Zhang Qingyang hugged Minghuang and followed the crowd until there was no more room for crowding, the crowd began to move forward again, the people in the back got a chance to breathe, and Zhang Qingyang also felt better.

He didn't dare to see Ming Huang's expression in his arms, pretended to let go of his hand calmly, and looked straight ahead: "Here comes the stilt walker."

Ming Huang said nothing, turned around to see the stilt team performing acrobatics, and the arhat tower built by dozens of boys. The boys on the top jumped up and down, light and agile, bringing rounds of applause.

Ming Huang didn't care to look at the stilts, his mind was full of: He hugged me, he hugged me, he hugged me, he hugged me! ! !

The moment he was hugged, he was stunned and couldn't react at all.

He felt very embarrassed, his whole body was embarrassed, and he wanted to stay away from Zhang Qingyang, but the crowd in front of him suddenly backed away, causing him to bump back again.

For a moment, he had the urge to draw his sword and slash someone.

"Does your stomach hurt?" Zhang Qingyang asked stiffly.

"It doesn't hurt!" Ming Huang said in a very angry tone.

Very fitting, Ming Huang's stomach hurts.Moreover, there is a tendency to overwhelm the river and sea, and want to tear his belly apart.

Grunt gurgling gurgling.

Ming Huang felt that Zhang Qingyang must have heard it, and his face was familiar.

Zhang Qingyang kept silent, he already knew that Ming Huang was ashamed, he saw that his translucent white earlobes were gradually stained with dark red, and then the dark red color climbed up the helix, like red soul crystal buds bursting open in the water, turning the water into flames.

He wanted to take a bite just around the corner, but forcibly held back.

The dragon dance finally passed, and many people followed the dragon dance team to catch up, and the pressure of the crowd was relieved.

Ming Huang heaved a sigh of relief, his stomach hurt badly and he was feeling weak all over, he wanted to go back to the palace quickly and asked the imperial doctor to prescribe two prescriptions for treatment, so he said, "I'm going back to the palace."

Zhang Qingyang: "Don't spit it out?"

Ming Huang suddenly became impatient: "How can that be done!"

Zhang Qingyang fell silent, Ming Huang took it easy and said, "I'm fine, just treat minor ailments by yourself."

Zhang Qingyang said: "Wait for me." After a moment he disappeared, Ming Huang was at a loss for a while, and looked down at his round belly, wondering if he should just spit it out?Anyway, I have tasted the taste, I am afraid that I will call the imperial doctor back to arouse others' suspicion.

But to vomit it out... He didn't think he could do it.

Zhang Qingyang went fast and came even faster. When he came, he had a handful of grass in his hand... When Ming Huang realized what kind of grass it was, he had already bent over and vomited: "voo voo voo voo!"

My God, it is Houttuynia cordata!

One of the most disgusting things in the world!

He hates Houttuynia cordata, how did Zhang Qingyang know... By the way, it was he who once complained to him in Jianshu that today the imperial chef used Houttuynia cordata to cook, and he vomited when he smelled it...

Ming Huang vomited and burst into tears, vowing never to come out to eat the food of these common people again!

"Where did you get the Houttuynia cordata... vomit!"

"Grilled fish stall." Zhang Qingyang kindly helped him burn all the filth he spit out, and the unpleasant smell was blown away with the wind. Ming Huang's mouth was burning, his throat was sore and itchy, and there were more A bowl of warm water, he took it without thinking about it and took a few mouthfuls.

He straightened up, and Zhang Qingyang looked at him silently, holding a brocade handkerchief in his hand, and wiped the corners of his mouth for him.

That movement was too gentle, like a blurred dream.

"It's not that there's something wrong with their cooking. It's that you're used to eating a light diet. At first, your body is not used to the heavy oil and salt."

Ming Huang said unconvinced: "Of course Gu knows!"

Zhang Qingyang tilted his head, and Ming Huang thought he was dazzled: the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes were half-closed, as if he was smiling?

laugh?Zhang Qingyang, a wooden man, can also laugh?

"Don't laugh!" Ming Huang frowned, Zhang Qingyang said flatly, "I didn't laugh."

Ming Huang stared at him for a long time, then angrily said: "I'm going back to the palace!"

"Tomorrow the market will be even more lively, there will be an incense meeting." Won't you come out?

Ming Huang's footsteps stopped: "I know! You don't need to remind me!" After a few quick steps, he jumped onto the eaves and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qingyang stood for a while, raised his right hand, and touched the nothingness ring on his index finger.

He couldn't see it, and Zhang Qingyang wouldn't touch it just for nothing, so he had almost no sense of existence.

When he touched Ming Huang, it burned hot.

It's not very hot, it's warm, announcing its own existence.

Zhang Qingyang couldn't figure out this strange thing, and couldn't find anything wrong with it.Think about it, try to send a ray of consciousness in.

It seems to have entered the world in the pot, but this "world" is not big, the spiritual consciousness is scattered, and the boundary is within reach.

The border is transparent, and there is pitch black outside the border. If you look carefully, there are stars twinkling in the darkness. Those stars are linked together to form a word, which is ancient and obscure, but also somewhat inexplicably familiar.

Zhang Qingyang opened his eyes wide, as if the stars were echoing his wish, more stars emerged from the darkness, the light was faint but indispensable.There are so many stars, each character is more and more clear, they form a complete sentence, Zhang Qingyang can't understand what it means.

Zhang Qingyang's intuition is very strong.

He felt that this was an oracle, and it was this oracle that determined the attributes of the Void Ring, and even its owner.

The Ring of Nothingness does not belong to him at all.

Who should it belong to?Could it be Ming Huang?

Maybe it is, otherwise why is the ring of emptiness so hot for no reason?

Zhang Qingyang shivered.

The royal Taoist temple conferred by Hongling is Baihong Temple, which is located in Honglingguo Mansion.During major festivals, members of the royal family will lead their officials to the Baihong Temple to pray for good weather, prosperity for the country and peace of the people, longevity for a hundred years, or eternal mountains and rivers... The old-fashioned things, the same etiquette process, are boring.

The prince's dress has seven or eight layers, not to mention all kinds of complicated accessories that symbolize status, and it is inconvenient to walk.

As soon as the royal family's blessing ceremony was over, the bells of the Taoist temple rang nine times, and the drums and gongs sounded loudly outside the temple, and the temple fair began.The golden chariot on which the emperor was riding slowly flew out of the Baihong Temple under the heavy protection of the Imperial Forest Army, and the people surrounding the Baihong Temple made a roar like a tsunami: "Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!"

After the emperor's golden chariot came the empress' empress's phoenix chariot, and it was the "Mistress Qiansui." When it was Ming Huang's turn, it was naturally "Your Highness Qiansui."

False, all false.Ming Huang sneered, the so-called having fun with the people is just that the officials of the Ministry of Rites, in order to maintain the stage, invited all the officials' families to contribute servants and maids to come out and wait outside the Baihong Temple to perform hard. The real people care about the food and entertainment in the temple fair. How can you be interested in squeezing among a large group of people to see the emperor who can't see anything at all.

This thing is really dead.Ming Huang raised his sleeves. Although he is a monk and can bear the weight of the dress, it doesn't mean he likes it.

Thinking that he would have to endure such unnecessary hypocrisy when he became emperor in the future, Ming Huang couldn't help but feel agitated.

He looked boredly at the black crowd outside, and suddenly saw Zhang Qingyang, and almost cried out.

He was far away, walking on the ridge, at about the same pace as the royal caravan.

Ming Huang laughed all of a sudden, what is this idiot doing?

In broad daylight, he really couldn't sneak out.

etc.His face changed suddenly, thinking of a terrible consequence.

At this moment, he wished he could rush up and scold him immediately. You must know that when the emperor travels, there are hidden guards ambushing him in a radius of ten miles. If he followed the imperial convoy like this, he would not be killed by the hidden guards as a spy!

Sure enough, he saw another person coming up from the roof, stopping in front of Zhang Qingyang, who should be questioning him.

He broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, what should we do?Is it too late to rush out and order them to stop?If this is really the case, how will the father explain it?

The author has something to say: This chapter was originally called dog food, I thought it would be sweet to you, but it didn't.

Renamed in anger.