Refinement, masculinity

The palace of the Mozu faces south and is built symmetrically with the main hall as the center. It has a history of more than 3000 years. The whole building complex is full of ancient charm and style. Inevitably some changes have taken place here, such as the use of... liquefied petroleum gas.

"boom!"

The huge roar suddenly broke the tranquility. The flock of birds was frightened. They rushed to the sky with a huff and kept singing. Everyone looked up and saw a wisp of black smoke slowly rising, and they couldn't help swallowing: "Guess... who is this time? "

"Look in this direction, isn't it Wen Tian?"

The others nodded silently, continued to wait and see, and began to think about which kitchen would suffer next. Since Ye Ao and Wen Tian respectively blew up one last time, this is already the third one.

Que Wu has been guarding Wen Tian, ​​and quickly hugged this person out at the moment of the explosion. Although a monk can build a protective barrier, this person is too stupid. If it is too late, the consequences will be unimaginable. He is worried. He looked him over from top to bottom to make sure he was not injured, then patted his head.

Wen Tian's exquisite face was blackened a few spots, looked at the collapsed ruins, and then at him, quite confused: "Why?"

Que Wu picked off the vegetable leaves on his shoulders, and asked softly: "Did you forget to turn off the gas when you turned off the fire and then turn it on again, or did you accidentally open the gas tank on the other side to let the liquefied gas escape and touch the flames?" gone?"

Wen Tian thought about it in confusion, but was still at a loss: "Huh?"

Que Wu patted his head: "Don't think about it if you don't understand it."

Wen Tian stopped being entangled, looked at the waste in front of him, turned and left, and prepared to go to another place to do it again.

Que Wu saw his plan, and asked softly: "Xiao Tian, ​​if I also want to drink soup, will you do it for me?"

"Yes," Wen Tian nodded, looking at him, "Do you want to drink it? I'll pour you a bowl, or if you want to drink something else, I'll make it along the way."

Quewu has to admit that this proposal is quite attractive, not because he expects how delicious the soup will be, but because this person cooks the soup for himself obediently, the scene cannot be rejected, even though it is "by the way" this time, But there will always be an unfortunate day, the corner of his mouth curled into a gentle smile, and he stretched out his thumb to wipe off a black mark on his side face: "Okay."

Wen Tian then found another kitchen and started from scratch. Que Wu knew that he still didn't understand these switches, so he proposed to set up a small stove in the courtyard and burn it with coal or firewood, so that the risk factor would be greatly reduced. , Wen Tian didn't object, and went obediently, and after a while, he sat on the ground with a small horse and started to light a fire.

Quewu looked down at him, he didn't remember when he fell in love with this person, he only knew that this person was beautiful and well-behaved, he would eat whatever he gave him, which made him very rare, and then once he was really bored and wanted to tease him, Then he said to take off his clothes, Wen Tian asked why in confusion, he said to keep it a secret, Wen Tian thought about it, chose to believe him, and really took it off, there was nothing left.

It was already night at that time, this person stood quietly under the candlelight and looked at him innocently, the picture still makes people's blood rush when thinking about it until now, only then did Que Wufang realize that his feelings for him had already changed unconsciously.

"Cough, cough..."

Que Wu came back to his senses, saw Wen Tian was squatting on the ground blowing air, and his face was a little darker, he said: "Don't blow it, you are the root of wind spirit, use spells."

Wen Tian understood it, so he stretched out his hand to make a tactic, only to hear "bang-crack-crack--" the small stove and casserole were immediately blown away by the strong wind, smashed to the opposite wall and shattered into pieces, as if his soul had come out Qiao was silent for two seconds in a daze, then looked up at Que Wu, looking pitiful and innocent.

Quewu couldn't help chuckling as early as that moment, and felt that no matter what this person did, he was very interesting and cute, but as soon as he thought that he didn't do it all for himself, and felt a little upset, he would Wen Tian looked it over, picked up a piece of charcoal under the man's puzzled eyes and wiped it on the dirty robe, and pulled him up satisfied: "Go and tell your father, we have to wait a while."

Wen Tian looked at his clothes: "I'm going to change into one..."

"No need," Que Wu interrupted, pulling him with a smile, "That's a waste of time, just go now, I'll accompany you."

"Oh."

"good."

Back then, Ye Ao had no intention of managing affairs after Qingyao's sacrifice, so he threw the position to Meng Ling's father and locked himself up, so there was no place for him in the palace. The current Demon Lord knew that persuasion was useless, so he reserved a There are several courtyards with good scenery and locations. I hope he can come out of the North Cold Void one day. Who knows that this class is 3000 years.

Now that Qingyao was resurrected, Ye Ao's mood improved, and he saw a peach tree planted in one of the yards, so he chose this one immediately. At that time, the flowering period was over, and Ye Ao found a monk from the wood spirit root and cast a few spells. Immediately, it was full of flowers, and with the original scenery, the whole yard looked like a beautiful dream.

There was a gentle breeze and the fragrance of flowers bursting out. Qingyao was resting on the soft couch under the tree at the moment, looking leisurely.

"father."

Qingyao opened his eyes, saw Wen Tian's miserable appearance instantly, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"The casserole was just blown away by me, you have to wait."

"Well, then?"

Wen Tian was taken aback: "Huh?"

Qingyao sized up his son, and then glanced at Quewu, guessing that his son came here just to tell him to wait, he rubbed his chin, it was obviously a soul created with his two souls and spiritual consciousness, how could his son be so dumb ?What to do if you are bullied in the future?Is it useful to tune in?He thought secretly, and said: "Go take a bath first, and make soup later."

Wen Tian nodded obediently, and looked at Que Wu. The latter said he still had something to do and asked him to go first. Wen Tian naturally had no objection, turned around and left, and only Qingyao and Que Wu were left in the courtyard.

Qingyao propped his chin with one hand, and asked lazily: "You saw him doing this, and you deliberately asked him to come to see me?"

Que Wu smiled casually: "If senior doesn't love him, it's useless for him to become anything, isn't it?"

Qingyao nodded in agreement: "So?"

"So we can change someone else. Since the senior wants to drink, how can I do it for you?"

Qingyao asked without answering, "I'm short of a chef?"

"Senior wants nothing more than this kind of heart," Que Wu looked at him, "If I teach him by hand, it means that he made it. Besides," he paused, and added softly, "Anyway, it's a family. people."

Qingyao understands what he said, but in fact the whole process is a lack of hands-on work, his son is just in charge of watching, he doesn't mind, but raised his eyebrows with interest because of the last sentence: "Oh? "

Que Wu said softly: "I heard that senior is extremely smart."

The implication is that since you have already seen my secret thoughts about Wen Tian, ​​don't pretend to be confused.

Qingyao stared at him, and stared at him for five minutes. The two of them didn't speak for a moment. Qingyao only felt that although this man's aura was not heavy, he was restrained. He must not be underestimated. He smiled Said: "Success, you go."

Quewu was a little surprised at his happiness, and couldn't help but look at him more, Qingyao turned his eyes, looked at the wall next to him, and his smile deepened: "Even if I object, you won't let go of my son, why should I waste my tongue? "

Que Wu nodded, seeing that although the man was talking to him, his mind was not on him at all, so he followed the man's gaze, but found nothing.

Qing Yao said: "People have already left."

"Who?" Que Wu asked subconsciously, and then thought of the most likely person, "Senior Ye?"

"Ah."

Que Wu has never noticed the existence of Ye Ao, he probably used invisibility, he is a little unbelievable, stealthily spying on his wife on his own territory, this former Mozun really has a lot of ideas.

Qingyao looked at him, and said with a smile: "I guess he missed me more during the cooking process, but he didn't have a finished product in hand, so he secretly came to see me, do you believe me?"

Probably no one here knows Ye Ao better than Qingyao, Que Wu naturally wouldn't say that he doesn't believe it, so he chatted with him a few words, left quickly, then turned to the kitchen and put the soup ingredients into the storage bag, and then returned Small courtyard.

Wen Tian was still taking a shower in the bathroom, when he heard the voice from the living room, he couldn't help calling, "Missing five?"

Que Wu responded softly: "Why haven't you finished washing?"

"I forgot to get my clothes."

Que Wu suddenly smiled helplessly, took a piece of pajamas casually and opened the door, and then froze, Wen Tian had already come out of the pool, and was standing there naked, he could see everything at a glance.

Wen Tian didn't notice it, seeing him standing still, he stepped forward to take the clothes, Que Wu exhaled slowly: "Xiao Tian."

"Ok?"

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Good, close your eyes."

Wen Tian looked at him, carried out obediently, and then felt a softness on his lips, as gentle as the touch of a dragonfly on water, which subconsciously flashed this person's always gentle eyes in his mind, which was not annoying.This process lasted for a short time, and when he touched it, he felt his head being rubbed, and a familiar voice sounded: "Okay."

He opened his eyes, touched his lips, and looked at him silently.

Que Wu smiled and said, "Get dressed and come out."

"……Oh."

There were large tracts of unknown flowers planted in the courtyard, at that time there was a gentle breeze, the fragrance was wafting, and the weather was just right, the two soon came to the small courtyard, set up the stove again, and Quewu told him that Qingyao didn't need him to make soup anymore, Wen Wen Tian naturally believed him, so he started to make soup for Que Wu.Que Wu saw him sitting there, holding the small fan he gave him in his hand, looking very cute, and a gentle smile burst into his eyes.

After Ye Ao left Qingyao's yard, he returned to the kitchen. He didn't hear Qingyao's speculation about him, if he heard it, he would show up in time and say a letter with a smile.

Perhaps those 3000 years were too long and desperate. Although Qingyao has been resurrected, he always has a sense of unreality that is close to fear. Only by constantly looking at Qingyao and feeling his heartbeat and breathing can the symptoms be relieved. Only then will it be confirmed that this person has really come back and returned to his side.

There was a light fragrance in the kitchen. Ye Ao guessed that it was almost time, so he turned off the fire. The explosion last time was due to his unskilled operation. This time he learned his lesson, and there was no accident again. He sniffed it and thought the smell was okay, although It's not so delicious, but he feels that people are made by comparison, and he is much better than the cheap son who slapped the casserole away.

He opened the hot pot and was about to pour a bowl, but then he heard a bang and a bone fell off. He looked at the bottom of the pot, and his eyes sank: "Come here!"

The guards outside immediately entered the room and looked at him respectfully.

"Didn't I tell you to keep watch and not let anyone come in?" Ye Ao asked in a deep voice, "Who came here just now?"

"Only you."

"What about my soup?" Ye Ao handed him the casserole, slamming every word, "Could it be that a dog drank it?"

The guard saw that the inside was quite clean, with only a few pitiful pieces of materials, blinked, and said hesitantly: "Old Master, this subordinate thinks that this should be burnt dry, if you turn off the fire a little later, the casserole may be cracked." .”

Ye Ao was silent for two seconds, and asked domineeringly: "What did you see just now?"

The guard knew the current affairs, he stuttered and said, "What...you didn't see anything."

"Very good." Ye Ao nodded in satisfaction, let him go out, then looked around, decisively dropped this pile of messy things, and quickly returned to his small courtyard.

Qing Yao still had that cozy look, a few peach blossoms fell on his hair, and he was lazily leaning on the soft couch. Seeing Ye Ao at this moment, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

Ye Ao closed his breath for a moment, stared at him without blinking, as if he was afraid that this was a dream, his footsteps paused for a short while, and then slowly stepped forward, leaning on the armchair with one hand, leaning over Kissed the corner of his mouth.

Qingyao raised his eyebrows: "Where is the soup for me?"

There was no unnaturalness on Ye Ao's face: "I forgot."

"Before you left, you told me that you were going to the kitchen. Can you forget me in such a short time and treat me as a three-year-old child?" Qingyao looked at him lazily, and asked clearly, "Tell me, are you doing it again? smashed?"

Ye Ao: "..."

"I knew it," Qingyao sighed, "Why can't you even cook soup? Who said you would cook food for me, but now...I'm so sad."

"..." Ye Ao argued, "I will learn it one day."

"You have been learning for more than 3000 years and you are still at this level. If I believe in you, it is better to believe that sows can climb trees."

"You left suddenly back then, all these years I..." Ye Ao gave a sudden pause, but stopped talking.

Qingyao was unmoved: "You can finish it and put it on the grave for me. Tell the truth, what have you burned for me every Qingming these years? Or you haven't even burned a stick of incense for me? "

Ye Ao knew that Qingyao was provoking him, but remained silent.

Qingyao stared at him fixedly, and after waiting for a long time without hearing an answer, he knew that he would not say much. He stared at the purple lines in the corners of the man's eyes, and finally put on a serious tone: "Ye Ao, the past 3000 years , what the hell did you do?"

He is clear about how high this person's self-control is, but there are lines in his eyes that are obviously caused by demons, which shows how much struggle and pain he has experienced in the past 3000 years. This person is a demon, and he is not a kind person at all Cha, even if he was told that he had been killing people non-stop, he wouldn't be surprised, but Ye Ao didn't say anything.

He touched the corner of his eyes and slowed down his voice: "How have you lived these years?"

Ye Ao grabbed his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, it's just like that."

"You still refuse to say?"

Ye Ao rubbed his head: "There is nothing to say."

Those desperation, pain, struggle, loneliness and coldness were all a nightmare, he didn't want to mention it, he didn't want to recall it, and he didn't want this person to know, what was important was that they were finally reunited, and the past was over.

Qingyao stared at him for a while, then nodded: "Okay, go cook it for me."

Ye Ao: "..."

"What are you looking at, don't go fast."

Ye Ao sat down beside him: "Yao, in fact, you know in your heart that it's useless to keep me away like this."

"Well, according to your temper, it is estimated that everyone in the palace has been ordered to die, and they are not allowed to reveal the events of more than 3000 years to me, right?" Qing Yao looked at him, his eyes full of slyness.

Ye Ao hugged him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead: "You have always been smart."

Qingyao hummed lazily: "I'm tired, take me back to my room."

Ye Ao nodded. Although this person is awake, his body has not yet recovered, and he cannot move freely for the time being. He is very grateful for this, because it gave him enough time to arrange, otherwise, with this person's temper, he would have found out by himself .

Qing Yao lay on the soft and comfortable bed again, his eyes narrowed comfortably, while Ye Ao sat on the edge of the bed, stared at him without blinking, and touched his face.Qingyao leaned against the bed, and was about to tell him to continue making soup, when he heard a few voices from outside, one of which was the highest pitched: "Daughter-in-law, don't you really think about doing it for three days? Why don't you check the customs of the demons?" , maybe you two will get married for ten days."

"...Young man, wake up."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people entered the bedroom. The leader was exquisite in appearance, calm in temperament, and very attractive. Seeing a child in his arms, Qingyao immediately understood, and looked at him: "Are you Xiao Ling?"

Meng Ling nodded, and respectfully called Ye Ao Second Lord, then looked at Qing Yao, hesitating for a moment.

Qingyao's face was full of smiles, with a cold light in his eyes, as if "try to call me grandma, I will definitely kill you".

"..." Meng Ling said, "Hello, senior."

Qingyao was very satisfied, and hooked his fingers to the dragon cub in his arms: "Come here."

From just now, the dragon cub has noticed that there are two extremely familiar auras in this person's body, which made him want to get close involuntarily, so he crawled from his mother's arms onto the bed, obediently rubbed it over, and said softly: "You It smells like my parents."

Qing Yao pinched his face: "I am friends with them, when I first met you, you were just an egg."

The dragon cub blinked and turned back silently: "Mother, what should I say at this time? Long time no see? But I was just an egg at that time."

"..." Meng Ling remained expressionless, "Don't ask me."

Qing Yao couldn't help laughing out loud, and immediately felt that the dragon was interesting, so he pinched him again.

Duan Cheng watched from the side, stroked his chin, and said softly, "I suddenly understood one thing. No wonder my son didn't reject your master when he was born. It turned out that it was because of the dragon's breath."

Meng Ling recalled the distant scene and hummed lightly.

Ye Ao has been sitting by the bed, looking at Qingyao's beautiful eyes, couldn't help but smile, and touched the dragon cub, he also has dragon breath on his body, but the evil spirit is too strong, although the dragon cub doesn't think he is kind , but not to the point of repulsion, he softly called out: "Tai Er Ye."

Ye Ao: "..."

The scene fell into dead silence for an instant, and the dragon cub reacted for a second: "No, father's grandfather is called great grandfather, and mother's grandfather is called... great grandfather?" He turned his head, "Mom?"

"..." Meng Ling said, "Yes."

The dragon cub then looked at Ye Ao obediently: "Grandpa Tai Er."

Ye Ao: "..."

Meng Ling raised his forehead in an instant, and deeply felt that it was a mistake to bring the dragon cub to see Qingyao, because besides eating it, it was a crime. There was a serious problem with the tutoring, and those who didn't know thought it was taught by him.

The dragon cub saw his mother, reacted for a few seconds, and asked innocently: "Did I say the order wrong? It should be the second... the second grandpa? Or the second grandpa..." He was confused by himself, Sniffing: "What?"

Qing Yao rubbed his head with a smile: "Your generation is not that young, your parents and I are old acquaintances, you can call me uncle," he pointed to Ye Ao next to him, "This is your aunt."

Ye Ao: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Dragon Cub blinked and was shocked: "So I originally thought that the second great-grandmother was my uncle, and the second-great-grandfather was my aunt, then...then my grandma, grandpa, and parents who raised me should be... yes... "

These gradually surpassed his reasoning ability, he only felt a mess in his mind, his world view was completely refreshed, he was dazed for a while, and silently nestled on the bed: "My little heart has been traumatized like never before."

Everyone: "..."

After struggling for half a minute, Dragon Cub decided that if he was in Kongtong Sea, he would call him Uncle Qingyao, and if he was still with Meng Ling, he would keep the original name, so that he would feel that the world was still the one he knew.

On the way back, he had been sitting in the co-pilot seat. Every time he wanted to climb backwards, he would be pinched by the nasty uncle and pulled back to his original position, making his face pale, and he didn't dare to move at the end. Now his nerves are tense Slowing down slightly, coupled with the familiar atmosphere surrounding him, he gradually became drowsy.

Seeing this, Qingyao hugged him with a smile: "Go to sleep."

The dragon cub muttered vaguely, rubbed his eyes, and habitually looked for Duan Cheng: "Dad, tell a story."

Duan Cheng was in a hurry to prepare for the wedding, and he didn't want to delay for a minute: "Let Senior Qing tell you, he has rich experience, he must be better than me, you should sleep well, and I will order the cake you like."

The dragon cub cheered up: "Is that the spicy and beautiful wedding cake with several layers? Can I eat it all by myself? I'm also a flower girl."

They had already agreed that the dragon cub and Xiaowei would be the flower girls that day. Meng Ling always felt that it would be too extravagant for the two dragons to follow behind and spread flowers, but he couldn't talk about it, because the topic would definitely be brought up to be weird by the pair of bastard father and son. direction, they had to give up.

Duan Cheng looked at his son and said that he couldn't eat it all by himself, but if you were cute that day, you would definitely be able to eat a large portion of it. The dragon cub was happy, and he lay down on the bed, ready to listen to a story and go to bed. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he took his wife and left.

Ye Ao picked up the dragon cub and explained to Qingyao, "My own child is in charge, and I will come back after listening to the story." Then he turned and went out, quickly caught up with them, and chatted with them very kindly, such as if he said something wrong to Qingyao What should I say, I will definitely let you try my feeling of more than 3000 years. Seeing these people nodding, he went back satisfied, stayed with Qingyao for a while, and was quickly sent to make soup.

The dragon cub was frightened by the domineering former Demon Lord, so he didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept his beautiful big eyes open, looking very energetic.

Qingyao praised: "...the story your father told is very unique, it only cures drowsiness and drowsiness, and it has the effect of refreshing the mind."

The dragon cub couldn't tell the truth, his eyes were full of tears: "Yeah!"

Qingyao could guess what someone said, but he still asked without giving up: "Do you know how your aunt has lived these years?"

"Are you kidding me dear," the dragon cub said seriously, "I've been an egg all these years, how could I know such a thing?"

Qingyao: "..."

Duan Cheng began to prepare for the marriage since then. Meng Ling was afraid that he would exaggerate too much, so he kept staring at him. The dragon cub was left unattended, so he often ran to Qingyao's place, because besides the familiar aura, there was a lot of people around him. The advantage is that you can eat whatever you want, even if all the kitchens in the palace are demolished, it doesn't matter, as long as Qingyao says a word, Ye Ao can definitely do it for him even if he picks the stars in the sky.

Qingyao still likes to lazily sit in the small courtyard basking in the sun, smiling all day long, quite easy-going, doesn't seem to care about the answer to that question, looks very comfortable.

The dragon cub asked curiously: "You don't want to know?"

"Even if I wanted to, you wouldn't tell me," Qing Yao rubbed his head, "Your aunt warned you, right?"

The dragon cub said righteously: "Why would my aunt do such a thing to scare children? Unless he has a brain twitch!"

"It sounds like you're praising him, but you're actually scolding him, right?"

The dragon cub blinked: "...What?"

Qingyao pinched him with a smile, and teased him with the snacks on the table. The two chatted for a while, the dragon cub was a little tired, and was about to sleep in his arms, but at this moment, a wonderful smell came over, He immediately raised his head: "Eat!"

Quewu walked into the small courtyard with a smile on his face, holding a tray, and asked softly, "Drink?"

The dragon cub's face was pale, and he quickly retracted, not daring to take a breath. Qing Yao didn't have so many worries, reached out to take a sip, and raised his eyebrows: "It's unexpectedly delicious, you really made it yourself?"

"Yes."

Qingyao stared at him and praised him without hesitation: "Not bad."

"As long as the seniors like it."

Qingyao drank a few more sips enjoying himself, and glanced at the dragon cub: "Don't you want some?"

"No... no..." The dragon cub looked terrified, thinking to himself that you dare to eat this man's food, aren't you afraid that he will make some food?

"I know what you're worried about, don't worry, everyone is a smart person, he won't do such a thing."

Dragon Cub hesitated for a moment, looked at Que Wu tremblingly, saw that this person was looking at him tenderly, his heart trembled suddenly, and guessed that if he didn't drink, this person would definitely let him eat something else in the next time, so he Boldly took a sip, then blinked, feeling so beautiful that he could float up, holding his cheeks, with a face full of intoxication: "It's delicious~"

Qing Yao asked with a smile: "Are you still drinking?"

"drink!"

The two of you drank it one gulp at a time. The dragon cub was still unsatisfied, and even held the bowl and licked it a few times. Qing Yao took him aside with disgust on his face, obviously not wanting to embarrass himself. He wiped his mouth and looked at Wu Wu: "He can take care of people, cook and eat delicious food, what a man."

The lack of Wuyi faction is gentle: "Seniors are too famous."

Qing Yao smiled and narrowed his eyes: "No, a good man should be like you. My son is lucky to meet you."

Quewu saw that he seemed to be very happy today, and he always felt something was wrong. He was about to find an excuse to leave but found that he was intentionally or unintentionally sweeping towards the wall. It was instantly clear that the former Demon Lord was peeping again?

"He's gone in anger. He's probably going to the kitchen to study his cooking skills. He won't be back in a short time." Qing Yao answered without waiting for him to ask a question. Later, Mingchi came to apologize, saying that if you feel bored, you can find him to relieve your boredom at any time. Although he thinks this person has committed another crime, he has to admit that this dude is still quite useful at critical moments.

Que Wu stared at him thoughtfully, Qing Yao...has been calculating?

After waking up, this person has seen countless people, and probably has a grasp of the characters of these people, so he first quarreled for Ye Ao and Wen Tian to cook soup, and successfully transferred Ye Ao away, but Ye Ao was full of thoughts, and most of the time he was looking at him , and at this time the role of Wen Tian came into play.

Quewu's smile deepened: "Senior has long expected that Xiaotian will screw up, and also expected that I will stand up for Xiaotian?"

Qingyao waved the sound transmission talisman, and leaned on the recliner with a smile: "You like my son so much, you will definitely not make him suffer, will you?"

"Sure enough," Que Wu said softly, "No wonder you said last time that you wanted me to deliver the soup in a few days. It turns out that you have been paralyzing Senior Ye during this time, making him feel that you are temporarily resigned to your fate, and then I will come here today. If he wants to stand on the wall, he will deliberately praise me to scare him away, and then, Senior Yin Chuanming, tell him what you want to know, because he is relatively easy to deal with."

He paused, "I guess even if the soup I made is not good, you will praise me, but you will drink it yourself instead of sharing it with others, right?"

"Daughter-in-law, I knew you were a smart person the first time I saw you," Qingyao propped his chin with one hand, "You guessed right, as long as you look good, I will still compliment you on the food without changing your face, but you are very good at cooking , Xiaolong was also very satisfied with the food, which just happened to help and make this matter more convincing."

Que Wu looked at him quietly. This man spent the whole day leisurely admiring the flowers and basking in the sun, opening his hands and opening his mouth when he was enjoying the food. Take advantage of it, it seems that the rumors are true, this person is indeed smart.

Qingyao heard the footsteps outside the courtyard, and said lazily: "Daughter-in-law, if you have nothing to do, go back and be with my son, and take good care of him in the future."

Que Wu didn't care about his address at all, said "I will" softly and left.

Ming Chi happened to enter the door, ran to sit down opposite Qing Yao: "Here I am!"

Qingyao glanced at him and sighed slightly: "I thought you would bring wine."

"Impossible," Ming Chi said, "You haven't recovered well, so you can't drink alcohol."

Qing Yao didn't talk to him, but smiled and sighed again.

Seeing his bitter expression, Ming Chi hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, is someone bullying you?"

"Who bullied me?" Qing Yao forced a smile, his face was still a little pale, and at this moment, there was a kind of weak and morbid beauty set off by the smile, which made people feel distressed.

In Mingchi's cognition, Qingyao has always been strong, unrestrained and unrestrained, and he has never seen this kind of appearance. Let alone a thousand years, it may be rare to see him in ten thousand years. He was horrified: "What the hell are you doing?" What's wrong? I'll go find the boss!"

"No need," Qing Yao called him softly, "I just..."

Ming Chi immediately asked: "Just what?"

Qing Yao's voice was softer: "I asked Ye Ao about his life in the past 3000 years."

Ming Chi was startled: "Boss said?"

"Well, I didn't expect him to..."

Ming Chi deeply felt that wine was really needed at such a time, so he drank the tea on the table in one gulp, and sighed: "Yeah, although I have always been against the boss all these years, I also feel that he is It's really not easy."

Qing Yao nodded: "Oh, he actually... actually..."

"No, such a man who calls the wind and rain can throw everything away and shut himself up in the North Cold Void for more than 3000 years. If it were me, I would have gone crazy."

Qing Yao's eyes sank, and the lines at the corners of Ye Ao's eyes flashed in his mind, and he instantly understood what he had been struggling with for so long, and couldn't help muttering: "He doesn't want to live anymore..."

"Well, Xiao Ling said that he has not moved. I guess he hoped that I could break the seal, and then he could carry you with him. If Xiao Ling and Duan Cheng didn't happen to have two magic weapons in their hands this time, don't Say it's you, even the boss is dead, you don't know how dangerous it was at that time, the door will be closed soon..."

As soon as Mingchi chatterbox opened, he chattered a lot. Qingyao listened quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. The dragon cub was holding the bowl and kept licking it. Looking at him, Ming Chi drank another cup of tea, and finally said earnestly: "Boss likes you to the point of death, you must treat him well in the future."

The emotion in Qing Yao's eyes is very deep: "I know."

Ming Chi felt relieved, and looked to the side: "What are you doing looking at me like this since just now? What do you mean?"

The dragon cub weakly suggested: "You... run as far as you can..."

"Why?"

The dragon cub didn't answer, Ming Chi immediately raised his eyebrows, and wanted to ask again, but Qingyao took the dragon cub and stuffed him over: "I'm tired, throw him to his parents."

Ming Chi nodded in response, and left with the dragon cub. He walked a certain distance, making sure that Qing Yao would not be disturbed to rest, and then stared at the things in his arms: "What's the matter?"

The dragon cub hesitated, but before he could make up his mind, he saw a person approaching not far away, he hurriedly broke away from him and shrank quickly to the nearby grass, Ming Chi was stunned, seeing him keep beckoning him to keep quiet, he couldn't help but look up , Seeing Ye Leng approaching, he asked, "Go to Qingyao?"

"Well, the second master can't get away in the kitchen, so let me accompany senior."

Ming Chi waved: "No, he said he was tired and was about to rest."

Ye Leng was startled: "You just came back from there?"

"Ah."

"What have you been talking about?"

"It's nothing. He asked about those things from the boss. I will comfort him and let him live a good life with the boss."

Ye Leng quickly figured out the mystery, and looked at him silently.

"What's the matter? Why are you one or two so strange?"

Ye Leng sincerely suggested: "If you don't want to be beaten to death by my second master, run away now."

Mingchi reacted once, then reacted again, startled: "I was played by Qingyao again?!"

Ye Leng nodded.

Mingchi hurriedly took out the magic weapon and ran away, and suddenly turned back after flying five meters, and said: "You just tell your second master that I feel that I have lived too stupidly these years, and I am going to go out to find the true meaning of life. That's it, I'll go gone."

Ye Leng stood in place watching his figure disappear, took two steps to the side, bent down and picked up something from the grass, and stared at him playfully: "What are you doing here?"

The dragon cub held the bowl and looked at him silently, with a serious face: "I'm pretending to be a grass."

Ye Leng pinched him, guessing that Senior Qing probably didn't need him to accompany him now, so he went back slowly. Dragon Cub was carried by him, sniffed and said pitifully, "I want to find my mother."

"They are busy and have no time to talk to you."

The dragon cub hesitated for a moment, and boldly suggested: "Then you put me down, in fact, strictly speaking, I am your elder, you can't be so rude to me."

"Ok?"

"...It's nothing, I'm talking in my sleep."

The two walked and chatted, and their figures gradually faded away.

Ye Ao struggled in the kitchen for a long time, and finally managed to make a bowl of soup. He felt that if he failed again this time, he would definitely not be able to control the kitchen of the entire palace, because he couldn't see his lover for nearly an hour. Very restless.

He poured the soup into a delicate bowl, and quickly returned to his courtyard. Qingyao was still in his usual state, lazily nestled into the recliner, as if he had fallen asleep, and there was a faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the air. He was intoxicated, he couldn't help slowing down, and looked at him without blinking, only to feel that the previous anxiety and anxiety were swept away in an instant, as if no matter how bad his mood was, as long as he stayed by this person's side and took a look, even if he didn't Talking, he also felt extremely at ease and comfortable.

Sensing his approach, Qingyao opened his eyes to look at him, and asked with a smile, "Are you done?"

Ye Ao hummed, put the tray on the table, and vowed: "Although I am not very skilled now, I will do better and better in the future."

Qingyao took a sip of it, paused for a moment, then drank it all in one gulp.

Ye Ao was in a hurry to see him just now, and didn't taste it at all, but seeing this, his inner uneasiness calmed down a little, and he stared at him closely: "How is it?"

Qing Yao wiped his mouth gracefully, with no flaws in his expression: "Very good."

Ye Ao was relieved, sat beside him and hugged him, suppressing the fullness of "finally don't have to be blown away again".