Pour the glass

The night was deep, the sound of silk and bamboo gradually faded away, the lights in the front hall were on and off, and the guests either fell asleep drunk or were carried home by the servants.

At the same time, Drunk Tonight's kitchen, which had been busy in the middle of the night, finally had a moment of rest.Seeing that no one was ordering food in the front hall, the cooks stretched one after another, then walked back to the servants' room in the backyard to rest for a while.

The servants who were serving were also exhausted, and they secretly found a corner of the wall to squint their heads for a while, but no one noticed that two black shadows sneaked into the kitchen.

A Ling glared at Ziyuan, lowered her voice and said, "You brought me here?"

Ziyuan rubbed her stomach and said with a smile, "That's right, I woke up, I must have something to eat, I'm almost starving." Then she rolled up her sleeves and looked around, not knowing if she wanted to find something. Ready-made food, I still want to cook by myself.

"..."

Ziyuan suddenly felt the chill behind her, she couldn't help coughing twice, and muttered: "Actually... I'm not the only one who ate it..." As she spoke, she put the pot on the stove, scooped up a ladle of water and poured it After entering the pot, it seemed that she was about to cook something, "My sister has been busy all day, and she drinks all day, so she should eat some light porridge to nourish her body."

"You made this for a girl?"

"Yes, I will repay my life-saving grace. Now that I have no money, the only thing I can do is to borrow flowers to present to Buddha, and use the white rice from my sister to make a bowl of porridge for my sister."

Zi Yuan spoke calmly, then straightened up suddenly, turned her head and looked at A Ling, "Although I don't know who you are, but it's still a girl's house, so you should cherish yourself more." After finishing speaking, she grinned again , and blinked at Ah Ling.

"Whoosh!"

It was too late to say it, and then it was almost too late, I saw Ah Ling's figure move, and he had already picked up a large kitchen knife in his hand, and placed it on Ziyuan's neck shiningly, only to hear Ah Ling say coldly: "Actually, you have already Wake up, eh?"

Ziyuan shrugged her shoulders, and said with a faint smile, "Knives don't have eyes, Miss Ah Ling, be merciful with your claws!"

"..." Ah Ling was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "I'll warn you again..."

"Slow down!" Zi Yuan suddenly yelled softly, looking at Ah Ling's feet with a serious expression on her face, "Don't move, don't move..."

Seeing that she was talking seriously, Ah Ling couldn't help but look down, only to see that her feet were empty, there was no foreign object there, and she was shocked, but she already felt a pain in her household registration, and the kitchen knife in her hand was already taken by Zi Yuan. .

"You cheat!"

"Lend me the kitchen knife and return it to you later."

Ziyuan smiled triumphantly, but the kitchen knife didn't stop, she just heard her chopping up the shredded vegetables on the cutting board, and handed the kitchen knife to A Ling seriously, "Give it back to you," she said, making a comparison Gesture on her neck, "Put it here, even if you want to silence, wait until I finish this porridge, okay?" After finishing speaking, she saw her scooping up a bowl of white rice, pouring it into the pot, and using the pot Putting the straw cover on, staring straight at the white rice being boiled, as if preparing an extremely important meal.

Ah Ling really couldn't see through the woman in front of him, since what he said was so clear just now, for Ah Ling, this person would either die or become an accomplice with them.Under the current situation, this pawn cannot be killed yet, but Qi Ziyuan is always so unpredictable, I don't know whether it is credible or not?

"Cough cough." The night was cold and windy, Ah Ling held the kitchen knife in his hand, but it was no longer resting on Ziyuan's neck. After standing for a long time, his body was always weak, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

Ziyuan looked back at A-Ling, then looked around, saw a wooden stool, walked over, moved the wooden stool over, put it behind A-Ling, and carefully brushed the dust on it , then smiled and said: "You rest for a while, I have cooked porridge, I will give you a bowl of porridge to taste first, as your body warms up, naturally your cough will decrease."

A Ling looked at Ziyuan in astonishment, but saw Ziyuan smiled treacherously and blinked, not as serious as before.

Ziyuan lifted the grass cover on her own, stirred the slowly boiling white rice porridge with a large spoon, and said with a smile: "The girl is always trying to be brave, but she is always tired. Comparing my heart to my heart, I am sincerely for you. Still waiting for you!"

"The implication is that you want me to thank you?" A Ling met Ziyuan's eyes coolly, and the corner of her mouth twitched, revealing an impenetrable sneer.

Ziyuan quickly shook her head and said: "Sister said at the beginning that saving me was just to plant a good cause, maybe there will be good results in the future. Of course, if I treat you better now, maybe the kitchen knife in your hand can spare my little one." A life is a good cause and a good fruit, right?" After speaking, he lowered his head and put the chopped vegetables into the porridge, and continued to stir.

The faint scent of rice and vegetables mixed together, but it was a fragrance that Ah Ling had never smelled before, so she couldn't help but glance at the pot of white porridge, and quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This small movement has been clearly seen by Ziyuan, Ziyuan couldn't help chuckling secretly, and said to herself: "Miss Ah Ling, if you save my life, I will cook it for you in the future. how?"

"It's just white porridge, I don't care for it!" Although Ah Ling spoke seriously, he sat down silently, his eyes fixed on the pot of white rice porridge.

"My little life, I care about it." Ziyuan said solemnly, but her hands didn't stop at all. She sprinkled some salt into the white rice porridge, stirred it again, and put the grass cover on it, "After a while Son, let Miss Ah Ling taste it first."

"If... unpalatable..."

"It's unpalatable, I'll cook it again." Zi Yuan smiled, then turned around and looked at A Ling, "Anyway, my little life will be useful in the future, won't it? At least it can be given to the girl and It's better for my sister to cook white rice porridge than die."

A Ling was slightly startled, and asked seriously: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Ziyuan turned her back, "The friendship between gentlemen lies in the heart. Since we want to be friends between life and death, we should be friends with our hearts. Although white rice porridge is ordinary, it is cooked by Ziyuan with heart. The white rice is willing to be boiled to pieces. One time, I naturally want to ask the person who tasted the porridge to give a truthful answer, is it delicious or not?"

"Would you like to make the rice in this porridge?" Ah Ling understood the meaning of Ziyuan's words.

On the contrary, Ziyuan pursed the corner of her mouth and said with a slight smile: "It depends on the person who answered whether it is delicious or not. Is he telling the truth or a lie?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Oh, if the porridge is boiled again, it won't taste good." Ziyuan interrupted Ah Ling's voice, lowered her head and uncovered the grass cover, scooped out a bowl of white rice porridge, put a small spoon in it, and handed it To A Ling, "Miss A Ling, try it first, and then answer after thinking about it."

Ah Ling put down the kitchen knife in his hand, took the white rice porridge, took a shallow spoonful of it with a small spoon, brought it to his lips, blew and blew, and just took a small bite, feeling very refreshing, and couldn't help it After taking a sip, he stopped taking a third sip.

Suspicion arose in Ziyuan's heart, this girl was so particular about her food, she definitely could not have been born in a rough place.

Ah Ling said lightly: "Porridge is good porridge, but..."

"Please trouble Miss Ah Ling to give this porridge to my sister, and also ask my sister for me. When the time comes, answer me together." Ziyuan scooped up another bowl of white rice porridge, handed it to Ah Ling, and suddenly squinted her eyes and gasped. After a few breaths, "The injury on the back of my head started to hurt again. I'd better go back and lie on my stomach obediently, lest my sister see me messing around here and call me disobedient." After eating this bowl of white rice porridge, Zi Yuan walked towards the wing she was in without looking back.

Ah Ling looked at the two bowls of white rice porridge, and couldn't tell whether it was cold or warm in his heart.She put the newly scooped bowl aside, couldn't help but take a few more mouthfuls of the bowl she just ate, and praised in a low voice, "The food cooked by this stinky girl is unexpectedly so delicious... It's a pity to kill her." It's..."

Ziyuan had just walked halfway, when she saw a young heroic general walking drunken steps, being assisted by Su Zhexue, walking towards the small pavilion where she usually took a nap.

Although the oiran Su Zhexue is a joker, she has never let any man into the real boudoir of the backyard, and now she is preparing to go upstairs with the young general, which really shocked Ziyuan.

"Su... Zhexue... Do you know that you smell so good... I have lost my soul..." The young general put his arms around Su Zhexue's shoulders while talking drunkenly. , stroking Su Zhexue's fragrant shoulders from time to time, the smell of alcohol and the beauty in his arms aroused the excitement of the young general. Seeing his words just fell, he couldn't help kissing Su Zhexue's cheek hard .

Su Zhexue's face was drunk, she just smiled apologetically, but she didn't get angry, which surprised Ziyuan even more.

It turned out to be him—Young General Shen, Shen Yuan!

Ziyuan rubbed the back of her head, which was tightly wrapped in cloth, and couldn't help but secretly followed.

"Zhexue... I want to eat you in one bite..." When Su Zhexue helped Shen Yuan into the small pavilion, his first words made Ziyuan, who was hiding in the small pavilion at the moment, blush with anger.

Why did my sister let Shen Yuan into the boudoir?why...

Just as Ziyuan was about to turn over the eaves, she felt a cool wind blowing behind her, so she stepped aside subconsciously, only to see the old bustard coming behind her at some unknown time.

"Mother?"

"You stinky girl, I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings you have cultivated, but Zhexue sacrificed herself here for you."

"Why did mother say that?"

"To bring a living dead back to life, the only thing that can be done is to ask another powerful person in the court to give you a reason to come back to life, brat, do you know that Zhexue is trading your innocence for this reason!"

"No... no...!" Ziyuan hurriedly turned her head, looking at the stairs leading up to the small pavilion, "I want to stop my sister from doing such stupid things..."

"You don't even want to go anywhere!" The old bustard made a sudden move. After these few days, Zi Yuan also guessed that the old bustard must not be easy, but she didn't expect that once the old bustard made a move, it would be so sharp. Yuan's ear fell between the fingers of the old bustard again, "Don't ruin the life that Zhexue has worked so hard to arrange for you..." His voice was choked up like never before, and the old bustard ruthlessly grabbed Ziyuan's ear, "You are destined to owe Zhexue a life Doomed!"