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Rose explained with a smile, "A folklore says that the last son of the Emperor of Heaven liked to spy on women, so the Emperor of Heaven asked this son to manage the kitchen. When the women take off their clothes and take a bath in the kitchen at night, he can watch freely. I guess it is you." There is no young and beautiful maid in the family, the Stove Lord can't stand it, so he complains every day."

"How can there be such a thing, this god is too, too outrageous."

A Lang always thought that the gods were superior, and when he heard that there was such a god, he couldn't help but open his mouth so much that he could swallow an egg.

Mo Ao, on the other hand, was dubious, and summoned a beautiful maid from the mansion, and asked Gao Ming to take him back to Jingping County Prince's Mansion.

In order to prove Rose's words, the three of Mo Ao also went with them. When night fell, everyone avoided the kitchen, but Mo Ao stayed inside.

The beautiful servant girl was ordered to take off her clothes, but the handsome and charming national teacher watched from the side, she was shy and blushed, and the clothes on her body could not be taken off no matter what.

"Take it off!" Moao urged, eager to know the result.

"The master of the country does not evade, I'm... ashamed, ashamed." The beautiful maid thought he was interested in her, and replied shyly.

"Why are you ashamed? The dance clothes are a hundred times more beautiful than yours, and I take them lightly, you—uh..." He said angrily, and suddenly remembered an important matter, and his tone paused.

That's right, the dance clothes are unparalleled and glamorous, and they are as charming as willows, which can make men ecstasy. He doesn't look down on such a woman who is so beautiful.

Why looking at Rose's rib-like chest, he is like a dog that has been hungry for a long time, and he is salivating on it.

Especially for those two pink and tender dogwoods, he even lingered in his mouth to tease and chew, and he would not willingly kiss down until the rose pulled his hair and said that his skin was about to break. .

When he was thinking about it, a hoarse voice urged impatiently, "Yes, take off!"

The voice appeared out of nowhere, the beautiful servant girl screamed in fright, she hurriedly covered her clothes and opened the door to escape.

The hoarse voice was mixed with crying, "Don't, don't go! I just want to watch you take a bath—"

Moao walked towards the stove, and pulled out the owner of the voice with one hand, and saw that this person was not good-looking, with a bulbous nose, thick lips, and teary eyes, staring at the back of the beautiful maidservant who ran out, while watching While wiping saliva.

"Hey, how did you catch me? Well, you're not human?"

The man asked in a daze, it seemed that he hadn't recovered from the beautiful maid's small waist and pretty buttocks until now.

"You are the Kitchen God? Are you complaining?" Moao asked.

The Kitchen God said sadly: "Yes, I am a god, but I am the only god who has done such a useless job. My wise and powerful father asked me to be the Kitchen God, and record people's gossip in his spare time. Everyone knows that. Women like to gossip in the kitchen, so I chose the kitchen of the county prince's mansion as a place to stay, because the population here is simple, there are no major events, and there is no need to write any records. Life is easy and happy, and the maids here One is more beautiful than the other..."

His eyes were shining when he spoke, but suddenly he stopped talking and his face turned bitter.

"I don't know that after the princess got married, those maidservants... oh, my life, I have only moved here for less than a year, and all those maidservants have married with the princess, and the only ones who will take a bath here are breasts like cloth bags, Women with buttocks as big as water tanks, watching them take a bath in front of me, I feel pain like needles pricking my eyes, life is so miserable, can I not cry out for grievances?"

This kind of shit is also called miserable?Moao disdains. "Then why don't you move?"

"Uh..." His expression became more sad, "Because I didn't see the young and beautiful woman, I felt like I hadn't eaten. My whole body was limp, and I couldn't even get out the door of this kitchen."

"So as long as there are young and beautiful women showering for you, you won't complain all day long?"

"Yes, but I have been hungry for too long, please find someone who is beautiful and beautiful to replenish my energy." This kid can catch him, he is definitely not human, and there is no need to beat around the bush.

"The maid just now looked good, I'll call her in again."

The kitchen god's garlic nose was red, and he pulled his sleeve with one hand, and was very moved, "My benefactor, you are really a good person, and I will definitely repay you in the future, for sure."

Let the god of death repay him, he is not so depressed yet.When he pulled his hand away in disgust to call for someone, the door of the kitchen room had already opened, and Rose walked in with a brush of gray clothes. "Is it over?"

"Wow—"

The Kitchen God, who was crying just now, suddenly jumped up, tightened his round belly, his back was as straight as a bamboo pole, his eyes were straight, his saliva was flowing, and he looked in the direction of the rose, as if he had been fascinated by a ghost.

"Such a person with icy skin and bones, refined, fresh and pure, not to mention the world, I have never seen even the heavens. I, I want him to take a bath and show me."

Mo Ao was stunned, while Yue Ji looked sideways at the man who spoke.

The Kitchen God panted, "Well, you should be a human being, and it's easy to handle as a human being."

His tone changed, and even his expression changed into a serious one. "I am the Kitchen God, the most beloved son of the Emperor of Heaven. I see that your seal is black and your complexion is blue and yellow. There must be disasters in the near future. Because of my fate with you, I am here to save you. You only need to use green leaves in front of the stove every day. After washing the body for more than a month, you will be able to avoid disasters and eliminate disasters, and your fortune will be greatly improved..."

The Kitchen God's long sleeves fluttered, and his face was full of fairy instructions, because this trick has been tried and tested, he has already perfected his skills, and he is good enough to go on the stage and perform big plays.

It's a pity that before he could finish his sentence, Mo Ao had already punched him like lightning, the veins on Mo Ao's forehead were exposed, his face was fierce, and he was so angry that he was going crazy.

"You want Rose to take a bath for more than a month to show you? You are tired of life, you want to die!"

"Wow, you can hit whatever you want, I'm a god, do you know that if you offend me, I can bring disasters and make your life miserable..."

His threat was cut off by Moao's fist that hit the abdomen hard. He bent down and almost vomited out his liver and lungs, but Moao hadn't finished the blow yet.

He lifted his thigh and hit him in the stomach, and his elbow fell violently, almost breaking his spine in two. This was the first time he was beaten like this.

Moao yelled while beating: "Want to watch the rose take a bath? Bah, I haven't even seen it, can it be your turn? The toad also wants to eat swan meat, so I'll drown you. Let's see who else can take a bath." ?”

He dragged the disheveled Kitchen God out of the kitchen by his hair, headed towards the well, and pushed him into the water with one hand.

The Kitchen God's clothes were all wet, tears and snot flowed out from choking, and he knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I don't dare to peek at other people taking a bath anymore, please don't kill me, don't kill me!"

He was so frightened that he peed his pants, the smell of urine finally made Moao stop his hands, and took a few steps back while pinching his nose.

The Kitchen God was trembling all over and breathing rapidly. As the son of the Emperor of Heaven, it was the first time he was repaired so miserably by someone. As his father said, the world is so messy. Mess with people you shouldn't.

"Hmph, you saved your life."

Want to take advantage of the rose?

This dead Kitchen God, thanks to him admitting his mistake early, otherwise he would definitely beat him to the point that even his old mother would not recognize him.

"Oh, thank you benefactor, I won't dare to do it any more in the future."

He no longer dared to put on the air of a god, and called himself "little one".Presumably this person is the "one who cannot be messed with" as the old man said, he needs to pay more attention.

Rose threw a white scarf to him, shook her head helplessly and said, "Wipe it. Aoao, I'm going back."

The Kitchen God picked up the white towel, wiped the snot and tears from his face, then put it on the tip of his nose, and took a few deep breaths, his face full of intoxication.This handkerchief smells so good.

Seeing this, Mo Ao's hands had turned into sharp claws, as if he was about to release a cruel curse at any time. Seeing that he was furious again, the Kitchen God shook his body, and put down the white scarf mournfully.

"Can't watch Mr. Rose take a bath, then, can you give me a pair of Mr. Rose's obscene pants?" Zao said boldly.

"You—" Moao's face changed suddenly.

He immediately slapped his mouth, "I'm sorry, benefactor, I'm just talking casually, don't be angry." He showed a flattering smile on his face, fearing that he would strike him again and beat himself half to death.

"Mr. Rose has a unique temperament. He must be deeply loved by his benefactor. I understand, I understand very well. This is a small treasure. It can be taken externally and used internally. I guarantee that Mr. Rose will be satisfied with your benefactor." He offered a gift Only porcelain bottles.

"Hmph, even if you have eyes, you know that Rose is good, and you also understand that I have a great relationship with him."

Zao Zao's mischievous eyes are annoying, but he can see the fragrance of roses at a glance, which is dozens of times better than that brilliant eyes.

And I don't know what this porcelain bottle is.

As soon as Moao took off the bottle cap and smelled it, a sweet fragrance wafted out, which seemed nothing special, but seeing the Kitchen God's salivating and fawning smile, he guessed that there must be something else up his sleeve, so he might as well just accept it.

A Lang was still poking his head from the side, as if he was very curious about the porcelain vase. When the Kitchen God saw A Lang, he knew he was not human, so he muttered in a low voice.

"Benefactor has such a big appetite, even beasts can be eaten."

He took out another wooden box from his sleeve, with the same salivating smile, but this time it was more ostentatious, and he presented it with winks.

"Engong, this thing is even more rare. It is especially effective on beasts. Let him smell it, and he will pounce on it in heat. Engong's threesome guarantees endless aftertaste, bone-destroying..."

"Threesome? Me and A Lang, and Rose?" Why A Lang again?Mo Ao suddenly kicked him over, "You rotten god with a mind full of dirty thoughts, go down and wake up for me! See if you can wake up."

The Kitchen God was kicked into the well by him and floated and sank in the water. If the rose hadn't asked someone to pick him up, he might really have died in the well.

Now he no longer dared to talk nonsense, nor did he dare to shout injustice.

It's just that the love for rose in my heart is out of control.It turns out that Mr. Rose is not only outstanding in temperament, but more rare is his kindness. He must follow him and protect him. Even if there is a terrifying benefactor in the middle, he will not retreat, because true love often has to go through trials.

So within three days, the National Teacher's Mansion moved in new residents, who lived in the kitchen. It was said that miracles would appear occasionally, telling them where to find money, or which direction to go to meet good things.

Soon, the people working in the National Teacher's Mansion happily said that the National Teacher is No. 1 in the world, and this National Teacher's Mansion is the most blessed place in the world, and there are always gods and spirits.

It's just that this god has a quirk, it has to ask people to take a bath in the kitchen, but if you don't want to take a bath, just put the things used by Mr. Rose, and I heard that he will repay you with good things.

The national teacher, who is known as the descendant of a god, has a grumpy temper and an unhappy expression recently, but the rest of the national teacher's mansion is full of smiles and smiles. You can't go out and find a job, even if you sweep the toilet.

The reason is all because there is a god here who loves to manifest spirits, and many people have benefited from it, and it is known to all the streets and alleys.

"How dare this bastard move into my mansion, play tricks here, and even try to steal your obscene pants!" Mo Ao was furious.

Rose rubbed her forehead and felt a headache.Ao Ao's interest in him is unbelievable enough. Recently, a voyeuristic kitchen god moved in and tried every means to steal his obscene pants. He really didn't know whether it was a favor or an ugly joke.

He smiled wryly and said, "It's not a big deal, I'll give it to him if he wants it, anyway, it's just a small piece of cloth that's been cut."

"If he dares to take it, I will destroy him, whether he is a god or not."

"It's just an external possession, how much is it worth..."

"It's not about money, it's—"

He exploded with rage, remembering that day at the well of Prince's Mansion in Jingping County, the Kitchen God took the white scarf of Rose and almost stuffed it in his nose to sniff.

He wished he could catch him, beat him up, and throw him out of the National Teacher's Mansion, but this god of death had no mana, so he was quite good at running away, as soon as he heard his footsteps, he immediately ran away without a trace.

"Don't show your face, there will be guests later."

A pot of fragrant tea was placed on the table, and soon three people would arrive. The leader was Lin Weihe, and Zhang Yajun was standing beside him. The bones are crooked, and the whole person is not standing straight. It seems that he is Zhang Youjun.

"A few days ago, Yajun couldn't visit to pay his respects due to busy business, please don't blame the national teacher." Zhang Yajun's handsome face was a little tired.

Rose thought that these days, because of Zhang Youjun's matter, he must be extremely busy.

I heard that Zhang Yajun took his younger brother and left home to start his own business. The old man Zhang sent people to search and take Zhang Youjun away forcibly. With the help of Lin Weihe, Zhang Yajun barely let the old man enter the house, but the old man seemed crazy. They went to make trouble every day, and later Lin Weihe let them live in another courtyard on the outskirts of the city. Old man Zhang didn't dare to be an enemy of the officials, so the harassment was less.

"Great benefactor, Yajunte brought my younger brother to thank you today." After he finished speaking, he patted his younger brother.

Zhang Youjun got up, bowed lightly, saw that his shoulders were stiff and his movements were not very flexible.

"Is this injury still unhealed?" Rose asked.

Zhang Yajun shook his head, "I've visited famous doctors, but I still can't cure him. I'm afraid my brother will never be able to paint with his hands again."

Zhang Youjun had a smile on his face, "Brother, what's the matter, I won't have to draw anymore."

"nonsense."

Zhang Yajun opened his mouth to reprimand lightly, but there was slight worry in his eyes.If others can't see it, can't it be that as a painter, I can't see it too?

When there was no one around, You Jun tried to draw with a pen in his mouth, and sometimes he cried in a low voice when he failed, which almost broke his heart.When he thought that if his arms were crippled, he would no longer be able to draw, and the feeling of fear made him feel half cold.

Painting is like one's own life. If one day he can no longer paint, it means that his life has come to an end. He is like this, isn't Youjun?

"Yajun, have you ever painted the peony, the king of flowers?" Zhang Yajun was taken aback by Rose's question, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, he has painted, and he still remembers the breeze blowing, those peonies swaying, the sunlight makes the flowers seem to be laughing, so beautiful and breathtaking, people are fascinated by the flowers at a glance, How could he not draw?

"The Puguan Temple in the west of the city is full of peonies of various colors. Tens of thousands of peonies are in full bloom. It is so beautiful that I drew several pictures when I saw it."

"So you only painted the peony, the king of flowers?"

Rose's question made Zhang Yajun laugh.How could Young Master Rose ask such ridiculous words?

"Flowers all over the world compete for beauty and splendor, and each has its own beauty and grace. There are endless paintings. It would be too paranoid to say that only peonies have been painted."

"It's good that you understand." Rose smiled lightly.

After talking about the family life, when Rose sent them to the door, she said something sincere to Zhang Yajun.

"It's easy to enter the evil way, but it's hard to follow the righteous way. The peony is not the only flower in the world. You have to keep it in mind."

Zhang Yajun listened in astonishment, completely puzzled.

Of course, the flowers in this world are not only peonies, peach blossoms in spring, wild flowers in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, white plums in winter, there are thousands of flowers, and peony is just one of them. It's just living as a king temporarily, what does this have to do with the magic way?

Zhang Yajun was completely puzzled, until a month later, the younger brother raised his hands to show him with joy, and said happily: "Brother, look at my hands, Ah Lang said that there is a god in the National Teacher's Mansion who holds roses He will help me with the things that the young master used to ask for help. A Lang helped me get the most commonly used pen by the young master, and I offered it to the gods. At the same time, I begged him to let my hands heal quickly, and it suddenly healed. "

After his elder brother took him to the National Teacher's Mansion, he hit it off with Ah Lang, who was about the same age, and often went to the back door of the National Teacher's Mansion to play with him.

Zhang Yajun watched his younger brother pick up the pen and paper, scribbled a few strokes in front of him like graffiti, and a white wolf came to life on the paper.

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest.When the younger brother was drawing, he could hardly breathe. After he finished drawing, he felt like his throat was being choked.

This is the talent that demon enchanted his father's mind. No matter how much he practiced, drawing for ten days, a hundred days, or a thousand days, it could not compare to this genius work that was drawn casually.

He got it!

Why did my father destroy my younger brother's painting, why my father locked my younger brother tightly and refused to let him go, it is right and natural for brothers and friends to be respectful, but no one told him that if this younger brother is ten times or a hundred times more talented than his elder brother , Thousands of times, how should the elder brother who thinks he is number one in the world deal with himself?

Although he already knew that his younger brother's talents must be higher than his own when Young Master Yueji deliberated about the scandal in his family, but seeing it with his own eyes at this time, he felt a kind of pain that life would be worse than death.

Why did God treat him so unfairly? If Youjun is the reincarnation of the god of painting, why should I have the talent for painting? Why don't I give him any talent at all, so he won't be so painful and uncomfortable!

"Brother, I'm going to show it to Ah Lang, and I'll be back later."

Unaware of what was on his mind, Zhang Youjun rolled up the drawings and ran out the door.

Zhang Yajun fell down on the chair, his consciousness was hazy, until it was dark, he stared blankly at the sky, there was no one around, his tears flowed down his cheeks, the originally soft sobbing turned into howling.

He hates!

He hates it so much!

Why did God let You Jun be born in this world?Why is he his brother?He would rather not know this person than witness his peerless talent with his own eyes.

I am not the number one painter in the world, but I am just a clown, just like what his father said about a talented artist, because his younger brother's talent has been buried, so he can think of himself as extraordinary and be complacent.

Once his younger brother's paintings spread, he would no longer have a foothold in this world. It would be better for him to die than to be ridiculed and criticized behind his back.

Or, the younger brother died suddenly, and no one knew what a superb painter he was, except himself and his father.

"Why am I so vicious and narrow-minded, I can't tolerate my brother, I'm like a father, can't I tolerate my brother?"

His heart was almost torn, so he ran to find Lin Weihe, weeping in his arms until his heart broke, Lin Weihe asked him why, but he didn't answer.

How could he tell him that he wanted to kill his younger brother, the younger brother he had worked so hard to save, because he was inferior, uncomfortable, envious and jealous.

Yes, the evil way is easy to enter, but the righteous way is difficult!

Young Master Rose had already anticipated this matter, he knew that sooner or later he would be unable to stand the temptation of his demons, and killed the innocent young gentleman who was happy to stay away from his father who was like a ghost.

Lying beside Lin Weihe, he thought that where the person he loved was where he would feel at ease, but now even if he was beside the person he loved and felt that he was truly loved, he still couldn't eliminate him. The inner demon.

"Ah, I'm an evil ghost too." He murmured to himself with mocking eyes.

Lin Weihe asked suspiciously, "What did you say?"

He closed his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips.If I die, Weihe will be sad, and when my younger brother dies, no one will be sad, so wouldn't it be good to let my younger brother die?

It should be said that for the good of everyone, my brother should die!

Evil ghost, evil ghost, why did you come to me?Is it because I am the son of an evil spirit, so I must also be an evil spirit?

It is easy to enter the evil way, but difficult to follow the righteous way. The peony is not the only flower in the world, you have to keep it in mind!The words of Young Master Yue Ji came to his ears again.

But Young Master Rose didn't know that the only peony in the world is the king of flowers, there can only be one king, and there can only be one number one in the world.

Zhang Yajun turned sideways, clenched his fists, his nails sank into his flesh but he didn't feel any pain.

If he hadn't gone to the National Teacher's Mansion and listened to Young Master Yue Ji's words, maybe he would never know the truth, and would always be intoxicated in the dream of the world's number one painter, living a life that everyone admires, believing in his own talent, and taking pride in it .

Young Master Yue Ji, who is well versed in world affairs and extremely witty, would not have been in such pain if he hadn't revealed all this.

So before killing my younger brother, I must first kill that hateful person—Bai Yueji!

He hated him more than he hated his younger brother!

Why doesn't he show his talents elsewhere?Why do you want to meddle in his family's affairs?Why tell him that the peony is not the only flower in the world?

right!It's all his fault!

He made himself aware of his insignificance; it was him who made him realize that there was an evil spirit inhabiting his heart; it was him who made himself feel like he was trapped in a frying pan of hell, burnt to death by jealousy and inferiority complex, Cooked to death by pain and self-pity!

It's his fault, it's all Bai Yueji's fault!

He must not spare him!

I have suffered so much in hell, and I must not let this hateful person live happily in the world.