Food on the tip of your tongue

Guan Li squatted beside Qin Yang.

Qin Yang gathered the sun-dried branches into a pile, full of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't know how to express them.He may not be satisfied with the status quo than Zhang Yonghuan. Qin Yang is not a person who is used to being subservient to others. He used to be extremely brilliant and superior, and that kind of arrogance has penetrated into his bones. It is destined that his character cannot be easily is changed.

Even though he was able to suppress his nature and pretend to be calm and gentle, the restless blood reminded him that his life should not be like this, absolutely not.

The same goes for Zhang Yonghuan, who seems to have an indifferent attitude towards everything, but in fact he cares deeply about everything in the outside world, the people and events around him, but he is used to hiding his true attitude towards life with a playful attitude That's all.

Qin Yang patted the dirt on his hands and said, "I will support you."

Zhang Yonghuan laughed out loud, looked at him jokingly and said, "Now? Well, tell me, how are you going to support me?" If you can't even get your body free, how can you talk about supporting me?

Qin Yang's face was ashen, speechless.

Zhang Yonghuan said: "Don't treat me as something in your memory, and don't treat me with the attitude of treating a woman in a coaxing tone. I don't like that." After finishing speaking, he gave Qin Yang angrily a look .

The sharp eyes mixed with an unclear smile made Qin Yang choke immediately, and looked at him awkwardly, not knowing what to say to relieve the atmosphere for a while.

Qin Yang rubbed the center of his brows, feeling really helpless towards the person in front of him who had lived thousands of years younger than himself, sighed in his heart, and said softly, "How do you think I should treat you?"

"It's like treating a friend." Zhang Yonghuan said without hesitation, "I'm not a woman."

Qin Yang couldn't help laughing: "When did I ever treat you as a woman?"

Zhang Yonghuan squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Dare you say that you didn't treat me with your lascivious attitude recently?"

Qin Yang was stunned and had nothing to say.

Zhang Yonghuan glanced at him, then stared at him with a little astonishment, and then looked at Qin Yang with a half-smile and said, "What? Did it hurt your machismo domineering heart?" This is really too bad up!I hope Qin Yang will not be so fragile.

"Just tell me, I'm listening." Qin Yang lowered his eyes in depression, and sighed deeply. He would never be so tolerant to others, but this... ancestor in front of him, he cared very much, he cared directly So he gave him a condescending confession to his heart.

Zhang Yonghuan grinned, "Is there nothing wrong with anyone? Slowly correct it."

Qin Yang: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan stood up with a smile, hooked Qin Yang's neck and said, "Let's have a haircut tonight."

"Huh?" Qin Yang couldn't turn the corner for a while and looked at him in confusion, "Come on?"

"Masturbation." Zhang Yonghuan brazenly compared his lower body, "You understand."

Qin Yang: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan enthusiastically explained to him: "Proper venting is good for physical and mental health, huh~"

Qin Yang laughed and rubbed his hair with dirty hands, "You."

Zhang Yonghuan grinned in a ruffian manner, and sent his hands around his back, and walked into the main room: "I'm going to sleep for a while."

Qin Yang smiled, bent down and went to the kitchen to hold firewood.

However, before Zhang Yonghuan had time to take off his padded jacket and go to bed, there were noisy footsteps in the house. Surrounded by a group of people, Prince Qing came to Zhang Yonghuan with a lofty air like a proud peacock.

Qin Yang, Zhang Yonghuan, and Ren Chongsheng stood side by side in the room, paying attention to Prince Qing.

Prince Qing wrinkled his nose, obviously not used to the freezing temperature in the room, the accompanying guard hurriedly handed him a small heater for Prince Qing to hold in his hands to warm up.

Zhang Yonghuan blinked his eyes curiously at Prince Qing, and really wanted to ask him: "My lord, do you have dysmenorrhea?"Why put the heater on the lower abdomen to warm up?

Prince Qing tapped the table with his slender fingers like white jade, and the accompanying people retreated ten meters away from the house in an orderly manner.

"Young Master Zhang, your acting skills are pretty good, but have you ever consulted with an actor in Liyuan?" Prince Qing squinted his long and narrow red phoenix eyes, and looked at Zhang Yonghuan contemptuously.

Qin Yang's expression changed, and his eyes towards Lord Qing became dark and murderous.

Zhang Yonghuan laughed, patted his cold cheeks and said: "The villain is so embarrassing, he didn't dare to reveal his identity easily because he was afraid of dirtying the prince's eyes, the prince forgives the sin, forgives the sin."

"Hmph!" Prince Qing arrogantly gave him a knife, and asked again: "There is no spiritual power left on the holy stone blood jade, why?"

Zhang Yonghuan blinked innocently and said: "I don't know." He rolled up his sleeves, showing off his skinny muscles, and said, "I don't know martial arts, and I don't know internal and spiritual power."

Prince Qing looked at him in disgust, "How can you be so virtuous!" Zhang Qinghua's appearance was vastly different from Zhang Qinghua's, and even his temper was far inferior to Zhang Qinghua's.

That person has a flexible mind and a full stomach of poetry and books, and he is a romantic and charming young man, but this one in front of him is... an out-and-out country ruffian.

Prince Qing lost the slightest interest in Zhang Yonghuan for a while, and just asked lightly: "How is your cooking?"

Zhang Yonghuan said truthfully: "So-so."

Prince Qing pondered for a while and said: "The imperial chef competition is about to begin, how about I send you to participate in the competition?"

Qin Yang was surprised to be able to celebrate the prince, Zhang Yonghuan said calmly: "What does the prince mean?" Why did you let him participate in the royal chef competition?

Prince Qing smiled slyly and said, "What do you think?"

Zhang Yonghuan shook his head in puzzlement, pointed to his head and said, "This doesn't work well."

Prince Qing suppressed his smile, looked thoughtfully at Zhang Yonghuan and then at Ren Chongsheng and said, "Let you go free."

Ren Chongsheng looked at him in shock.

After Zhang Yonghuan was shocked, he looked at him gratefully: "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness."

Prince Qing said again: "But...you must get a good ranking in this imperial chef competition, and it is best to enter the imperial palace and the imperial dining room."

Zhang Yonghuan was very impressed with Alexander, and said in doubt: "My lord, this is..."

Prince Qing gracefully gathered the bright red sleeve robe, glanced at the three of them deeply, got up and left gracefully.

Leaving Zhang Yonghuan, Qin Yang and Ren Chongsheng looking at each other, the three sat around the table seriously after a while, discussing: "What does he mean?"

Qin Yang thought for a while and said, "Could it be that he wants to use you to test the emperor?"

Zhang Yonghuan yelled in disbelief: "He's so despicable!"

Ren Chongsheng's face was dull and expressionless.

Zhang Yonghuan said: "The emperor sees me, why don't you give me to that?"

Qin Yang denied: "Impossible, the emperor likes your father."

Zhang Yonghuan exaggerated: "He likes my father and now my father... from love to hate, love and kill each other, dear!"

Qin Yang sighed at Zhang Yonghuan's exaggerated words and rich facial expressions, "Go out from here first and then find another way to leave Kaifeng."

Zhang Yonghuan agreed, "No matter what you do, I will be thankful to get out of here!"

35. Luotuo Bianliang City

"Get out." In the early morning of the next day, a group of ferocious spirits drove Zhang Yonghuan out of the mansion, carrying Zhang Yonghuan's torn padded jacket and a big knife.

Zhang Yonghuan only wore a thin shirt and trousers, watching Qin Yang and Ren Chongsheng, who were neatly dressed, pick up the cotton-padded jackets on the ground and put them on with excitement.Slanting eyes complained: "You guys are really not authentic, you are not authentic." Knowing that Prince Qing would be released from the prison yard today, why didn't he wake him up early in the morning.

Holding a long sword in one hand, Qin Yang quickly inspected the surrounding environment. There were trees all around, and the gate of Bianliang City could not be seen.

Ren Chongsheng calmly said to Zhang Yonghuan: "I called three times in the morning, Brother Qin called five times, it's Mr. Zhang who is lazy on the bed, so we can't blame us."

Zhang Yonghuan grumbled and complained, and suddenly asked, "Where's our burden?"

Qin Yang looked back at the tightly closed gate of the mansion, "It's inside, why don't you go back?"

Zhang Yonghuan shook his head hastily, "Forget it." But if you don't want the burden, you will have no money. All their belongings are in the burden.

"Then how do we eat?" Zhang Yonghuan said melancholy: "Shouldn't we just stand here and drink the northwest wind and be satisfied?"

Qin Yang smiled slightly, and looked at Ren Chongsheng: "Are there any profiteers and wealthy businessmen in Bianliang City?"

Ren Chongsheng nodded.

"Do you know where their mansion is?"

Ren Chongsheng nodded again.

"Tell me and listen." Qin Yang adjusted his sleeves eagerly. He hadn't acted for a long time, and now he felt a little itchy.

Ren Chongsheng carefully arrived at the residences of the treacherous and rich Jia in Bianliang City one by one, Zhang Yonghuan interjected and asked, "Is there a Qingming Shanghe Garden in Kaifeng City?"

Ren Chongsheng looked at him in surprise and shook his head: "No."

Zhang Yonghuan blinked and asked again: "Are there any places of interest?"

"Imperial Palace." Ren Chongsheng said.

Zhang Yonghuan shrugged in disappointment: "Well, I forgot that this is only the capital of the Song Dynasty, not at all... the Song Dynasty I am familiar with..."

Ren Chongsheng said: "This is the capital of the Song Dynasty."

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him in frustration, patted Ren Chongsheng on the shoulder and said, "Natural dullness is also a disease, and it needs to be cured!"

Ren Chongsheng's expression was numb: "..."

Qin Yang pointed to the flag on the Bianliang city wall fluttering in the howling wind and said, "Go, enter the city."

Zhang Yonghuan shrunk his neck, looked like a farmer in the countryside who had never seen the world, looked up at the rustling flag in the distance, licked his lips and said, "Go to the city."

Thus, the three men who had been trapped for more than a month