The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

Seeing the few dishes and soup in front of him, Meng Qianxun sincerely admired Qicheng in Lanlai, such a small place, he could find a restaurant that can cook such delicate dishes.

"Does it suit Qianxun's taste?" Seeing the slightly surprised expression on the opposite side, Cheng Zailan immediately felt better.

Meng Qianxun nodded, picked up his chopsticks and started to eat unceremoniously. After sleeping for lunch, he was really hungry.

Cheng Zailan also picked up the chopsticks, ate a few mouthfuls, and said, "The food and salaries stolen by the Qingyun Sect will be in the hands of the victims nearby in three or two days, and the rest of the Wulan Villa has been secretly raised and will be sent directly to the disaster area soon. "

Meng Qianxun buried her head in the food and didn't look up until she was three minutes full before looking up at Cheng Zailan's waiting deep eyes, and said helplessly, "So?..."

Hearing Meng Qianxun's question, Cheng Zailan said with a satisfied smile, "We can play to our heart's content for a few days."

Meng Qianxun was speechless, but she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. After all, it is always easy and comfortable for someone to help with such a major event as disaster relief.

"En." Meng Qianxun bit her chopsticks and responded lightly.

Cheng Zailan was displeased, and squinted his eyes, as if there was a faint sharpness that could see through people's hearts, and said: "Isn't Qianxun hoping to get rid of the shackles and steal a few days of life alone?"

Meng Qianxun stopped what she was doing, stared at Cheng Zalan for a few moments, then put down her chopsticks, her calm face showed a bit of awe.

"Master Cheng Shao is really not to be underestimated."

Yes, he did use Cheng Zailan for disaster relief; at the same time, he also knew that Cheng Zailan must have ulterior motives when he went to Beiliao in person. If you don't ask for anything, send it to the disaster relief in person, especially if you are a profit-seeking businessman!

"Wrong!" Cheng Zailan suddenly changed his face, obviously he didn't pay attention to the important point.

Meng Qianxun was stunned again for a long time, then stroked the center of her eyebrows, and said: "Zai Lan really should not be underestimated."

Cheng Zailan nodded with a smile, and said, "To each other, it just shows that we are a match made in heaven."

Meng Qianxun suppressed a smile and said, "Why don't you say the two are working together?"

Cheng Zailan twitched the corner of his mouth, and said speechlessly, "Qianxun, you are famous for being popular, so why belittle yourself so much? Besides, have you ever seen such a beautiful and handsome wolf and embarrassment?"

Meng Qianxun rolled her eyes, she has seen thick-skinned people before, but she has never seen such thick-skinned people.

When Cheng Zailan saw the emotionally exposed person on the opposite side, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. Compared with the evil, charming, unpredictable, and indifferent and arrogant and isolated along the way, he wanted to see him more. Up to this moment, wanton face...

The person in front of him gave him the desire to unmask all disguises and enter his heart.

Realizing Cheng Zailan's staring stare belatedly, Meng Qianxun suddenly stopped speaking, and her heart froze, as if something had inadvertently lost control too much.

They are just each other's only lovers for a month, that's all!

Meng Qianxun stood up indifferently and said, "I'm full, let's go."

As if not noticing Meng Qianxun's sudden alienation, Cheng Zailan asked suspiciously: "Go? Where? We'll stay here at night."

Only then did Meng Qianxun take a look at the restaurant where she was located. The decoration was not exquisite and gorgeous, with ancient wood and frescoes carved on the walls, and occasionally there were one or two hanging ornaments, but they were also rough handmade products. The only thing that could be called high-grade was probably the It's a clean atmosphere.

"Then go back to your room." With a calm tone, she accepted Cheng Zailan's arrangement frankly.

Following the waiter from the restaurant to the room, Meng Qianxun turned her head to look at Cheng Zailan in doubt, and met a pair of deep eyes full of interest and a smile.

Well, the cannibals are soft-spoken, short-handed, and the boss pays, and one room is one room.

The two entered the room one after another, Meng Qianxun did not see him, made a pot of tea with the boiling water prepared in the stove, poured out two cups, and drank it leisurely.

Cheng Zailan picked up the tea and sipped it slowly, as if he didn't notice that this was the first time the two of them were alone in such a quiet way.

The tea in the cup bottomed out, Meng Qianxun put down the teacup and broke the silence.

"Zai Lan, are you sure we can really have fun for a few days?" Suddenly, Meng Qianxun raised her eyebrows sideways, not to mention anything else, just the restaurant you picked, it seems that it is not opened by ordinary people.

Cheng Zailan was indifferent, facing Meng Qianxun's interested phoenix eyes, and said: "Anyway, there is less fun in this remote village, why don't we all do harm to the people..." The owner and the staff of the restaurant are all demons incarnate, he really understood it long ago .

The tacit riddle, Meng Qianxun's expression turned cold, and he suddenly asked solemnly: "Cheng Zailan, how did you know that they were already dead?"

"So, Qianxun also noticed it?" Cheng Zailan asked without answering.

Meng Qianxun nodded, and said helplessly: "Since you guessed it, why do you have to tell me about it yourself? Your memory of the peach demon that day is still there, isn't it?"

Still smiling, Cheng Zailan got up and walked around in front of Meng Qianxun, bent over, his eyes met, his nose touched, his deep eyes stared at those clear and calm phoenix eyes, as if he wanted to see through everything.

"Chihiro, I really don't understand why you let me know this?"

People in the world may admire Meng Qianxun's amazing talent, or lament the romantic history of Prime Minister Meng, but no one knows that the members of the Xuanling clan who secretly assisted the king in the past have appeared in the hall in a grand manner, and they are not even low-key. Instead, gossip and rumors continued.

What makes Cheng Zalan even more puzzled is that since Meng Qianxun has been in the court for ten years, since no one in the court and the public has noticed that he is a member of the Xuanling tribe, why did the others have no memory after using the spiritual power spell in front of everyone that day? He is the only one who can vividly remember?

Don't tell him it was Feng Youran's negligence!

Meng Qianxun's phoenix eyes were like water, suppressing all waves, and just said lightly: "You are so smart, one day, you will know..."

Cheng Zailan said nothing, just staring at Meng Qianxun for a moment.

Meng Qianxun looked away, rubbed the center of her brows, and said helplessly, "Cheng Zailan, you haven't answered my question yet!"

Cheng Zailan straightened up, shrugged his shoulders, and answered without hesitation: "The ancestral eyesight can tell whether it's a demon or a human at a glance."

"Ancestral inheritance?" Meng Qianxun lowered her eyes and frowned for a moment, then raised her head and asked, "Does everyone in your family have this ability?"

"No."

"Oh." Meng Qianxun responded lightly, and accepted it as soon as it was good, and did not continue to ask.

"Then now..."

"Then let's go to see the night scene and see how many monsters walk around the city at night..."

Meng Qianxun saw that Cheng Zailan seemed to want to "bring up old things again", so she hurriedly interrupted, with a bright smile on her face, which made Cheng Zalan swallow the words that came to her mouth.

Cheng Zailan was discouraged, and felt very helpless in front of the bright smile on his face.

"I'm afraid of you, let's go."

The handsome voice, the shadow of the sleeves, before Meng Qianxun had time to react, he felt his arm being pulled up, and his body followed a strong force to walk out...

With stumbling steps, Meng Qianxun subconsciously raised a real smile.

When everything is quiet, the lights are flickering, the evening breeze is light, time and space are no longer, people are not yesterday, can he think that only the stars and moon in the night remain the same?