pet supervisor

Although the taste of Fuxiangju's dishes is not as good as the imperial meal in the palace, it is also very good. It is worthy of being the most famous restaurant in Kyoto, especially a dish of three-flowered perch. Steamed together, it is said to be fish, but it has no spines and no bones. It tastes refreshing and dense. It is paired with their special dipping sauce. The entrance is hot and sour, and the aftertaste is endless. I have never eaten such a delicious meal in the palace. of fish.

"Zhang Shi, eat more," Xiao's mother enthusiastically picked up vegetables for Zhang, "It will be recorded on your father's account after all, so you don't have to bear the burden."

Zhang Shi nodded and began to eat obediently.

Zhang Shi is seventeen years old, he is quite tall, but he is very thin, he looks about the size of Kazuo San.

While eating, Zhang Shi sneaked a few glances at Cong Er, and asked Zhong San to find out.

"Cousin, does my second brother have flowers on his face?"

Everyone looked at Zhang Shi in unison, Zhang Shi's face flushed.

Cong Er is also strange, he and Zhang Shi have no intersection, why is he always staring at himself?

Zhang Shi was looked at by everyone, and he said embarrassingly about being caught: "My nephew thinks that since my second cousin looks very similar to my aunt, I can't help but take a few more glances... "

It turned out that because of this, Cong Er and Xiao's mother glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Mother Xiao said: "You haven't seen my father when he was young..."

Zhang Shidao: "Grandpa?"

Xiao's mother was still a little sad when she mentioned Xun Ketian, and the sadness was fleeting. She said: "Yes! I look more like me than his grandfather. I used to be thin and thin, but now I am plump and almost like his grandfather. carved out of a mould."

Hearing these words, the relationship with the couple who were related by blood emerged from the second mind. The man in the dark green robe should be his grandfather, but he was too young at that time. Can't remember his face.

Cong Er looked at the soup in the bowl and was in a daze.

Is it exactly the same...

Halfway through the meal, Cong Er felt the urge to urinate and got up to go to the toilet.

Where is the hut?

Cong Er wandered around the yard for a while before remembering to ask the shop waiter.

Xuanwen on the treetop turned his head sideways and saw Cong Er followed the shop waiter inside, Xuanwen jumped over the wall and followed in, and waited outside for a long time, but he didn't wait for Cong Er to come out, but waited until another customer rushed into the hut.

Xuanwen's expression froze, he climbed down the wall and kicked open the door of the hut.

"Hey! Who are you!"

The toilet is small and there is only one guest in it.

Xuanwen had no time to take care of that person, so he found the waiter from the shop just outside, and grabbed him by the collar: "Where's the purple-robed boy just now?"

The waiter in the shop was at a loss, seeing the dangling sword on Xuanwen's waist, he didn't dare to resist, and led Xuanwen the way: "The little one just brought that young master here, and told him that there is a toilet in front, and then the little one went out. Busy work, but the person disappeared, do you need a little help to report to the official?"

At the end of the corridor is the hut, but the people are gone!

Xuanwen's face is serious, this is bad!

Downstairs is the voice of people, music and drums, and upstairs is Xuan Ying who is staring at the crowd in a daze.

Xuan Ying yawned.

Fu Yuqing ate this meal for an hour, and the owner of the wonton shop downstairs has already scooped it up more than 50 times with a colander.

Needless to say, selling wontons here seems to be quite profitable!

The job of a dark guard also has a limited number of years. Older ones, flying over eaves and walls, fighting and killing are definitely not as young as their age. Therefore, ordinary dark guards will be replaced by newcomers after they are at most 30 years old. The dark guards work for the emperor. , life is precarious, life of knife head licking blood, there are only a few who can live to 30 years old, and when that time comes, the emperor will not treat them badly, Xuan Ying knows a senior, the emperor has not been on the throne for two years, He just turned [-], and the emperor gave him a lot of gold and silver treasures. Now which Jiangnan water town should he live comfortably in?

If he doesn't work as a secret guard in the future, it would be nice to set up a wonton stall with the money he saved!

The old man selling wontons sat down to rest for a while, and the grandmother beside him wiped his sweat with a kerchief, her gaze was so tender that Xuan Ying was so envious.

Xuan Ying thought about the picture of him cuddling up to Cong Er.

Just think about it, he won't overstep.

Xuan Ying sighed.

Fu Yuqing, who had eaten for more than an hour, finally came out of the room, and Xuan Ying immediately followed.

Fu Yuqing went straight back to the posthouse room, and the candles in the room were extinguished within half a stick of incense.

Xuan Ying squatting on the treetop gnawed on the cold steamed buns.

"Sleep? It's so early today."

Xuan Ying always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was. It would be great if the eldest brother was here. He was as careful as dust, and he would definitely think of it immediately.

Xuanying looked up at the sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

The inspecting guards walked by, Xuan Ying hid in the treetops, holding his breath.

These people from Yan Kingdom, whether they are guards or servants, all wear dark blue strong clothes, which is convenient for doing things, and Fu Yuqing's attendant is also...

correct!

He remembered something was wrong, when Fu Yuqing came back, that attendant didn't come back with him!

Damn it!Why did he omit such an important point? It's all because they were all dressed the same, which made him confused and didn't pay attention to the attendant.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed extremely unusual for Fu Yuqing to fall asleep so early.

Xuan Ying turned over to the roof and lifted the tile roof to see that there was no one in the room.

Where is Fu Yuqing!

Xuan Ying turned pale with shock.

When he woke up from a drowsy second head, his hands and feet were not free. When he woke up, he struggled his hands and feet and found that he was tied up.

Cong Er glanced around, he was in a very ordinary wing room, the bed was not soft, and the room was not big.

call!It turned out that there was no danger, it was scary!

Cong Er breathed a sigh of relief, the back of his head still felt a little tingling, his hands were tied, and he couldn't even rub the back of his neck.

Cong Er sighed, fell back on the bed and fell asleep again.

Outside.

"Is he awake?"

The attendant replied, "Wake up!"

The person who came nodded and was about to open the door and go in.

The attendant continued: "Fall asleep again!"

Comer: "..."

The door opened and closed, Fu Yuqing stood in the room and looked at Cong Er who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

"I can sleep well in this situation..." Fu Yuqing looked at Cong Er again, and felt that it was exactly the same as the portrait in his father's palace.

Isn't Qu Huai unwilling to tell him the reason, then he will find out by himself, whether this person is related to the man in the painting, he doesn't believe that he can't find out.

Fu Yuqing was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped.

The person on the bed took three breaths and one long breath, his rosy lips were pursed, and he seemed to be asleep, but in fact his whole body was tense.

Fu Yuqing raised the corners of her lips and walked slowly towards the bed.

The eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled slightly, revealing the tension in his heart.

Why didn't that person make a sound, and there was no sound of opening the door, did he... go out?

Being kidnapped, no one can sleep. The second is to pretend to be asleep, to lower their vigilance, and wait for Xuanwen and the others to come to rescue him.

But the one who came in suddenly lost his voice, which made Cong Er even more frightened. He didn't know who was going to kidnap him, what the purpose of the kidnappers was, and whether they would endanger his parents if they knew his whereabouts. .....

The heart was beating endlessly, and the sound of beating seemed to be right next to my ears.

That person should... have already left...

"you say......."

A voice was caught off guard, and Cong Er's nerves that had been relaxed just now tensed up again, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

And that voice was getting closer and closer to him.

"Tell me, what will happen to Xue Jing if I take off your clothes and fuck you?"

As soon as the words fell, those hands touched Cong Er's belt.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, from the second swing the pillow and smashed it at Fu Yuqing, Fu Yuqing reacted faster, and avoided the pillow with a slight turn.

Looking at Cong Er who was on guard again, Fu Yuqing smiled: "It turns out that you are not an idiot beauty, you still have some brains." While speaking, he glanced at the hemp rope that was loosened on the bed for binding at some time.

Cong Erhong on the bed stared at him like a ruthless rabbit.

Fu Yuqing smiled and said: "At first I wasn't interested in you, but now...you seem to be interested, no wonder Xue Jing has taken a fancy to you."

Calling Xue Jing by his first name, his intuition told Cong Er that the person in front of him must not be an ordinary person: "Who are you?"

Fu Yuqing tore off her belt, and her outer robe instantly loosened. She backed away from Erlian in fright, but the place her hands touched was already a cold wall: "It's not who it is now, but after tonight, it will be your husband-in-law!"

Compared with his interest in Cong Er, Fu Yuqing was even more passionate about seizing Xue Jing's lover.

In the past, he never paid much attention to the young emperor who ascended the throne of Zhaoguo, but when Xue Jing gradually showed his great power and brought threats to Yanguo, he began to look at Xue Jing squarely.

It's also interesting to have a competitor.

Especially seeing this competitor's resentment, pain, and helplessness is even more exciting!

[The author has something to say: BT, it's hopeless]