How about a bowl of Mengpo soup

The wide sleeve swung across, severely breaking up the light curtain.

"Devil?" Oh, is it good?Yan You stood up with a dark face, and smiled back in anger.She suddenly put her hand on Meng Wanyan's forehead, and slowly opened it, her face was uncertain.After a long time, I didn't see her make one more movement.Taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly, he finally retracted his hand.

If it weren't for Meng Wanyan's special constitution, forcibly withdrawing the memory would hurt the soul, she really wanted to clear the memory of that man from her mind.

However, she also understood that even if she really used this method to make Meng Wanyan forget Liu Mingjin, she would not feel happy at all.

I really don't know what to do with this stubborn woman... Yan You sneered, full of self-deprecation.Standing on the side of the bed with arms crossed, looking down at Meng Wanyan's slightly frowning face in her sleep, her eyes were complicated and deep, filled with sullenness, unwillingness, and other inexplicable emotions.

At this time, my heart suddenly throbbed.She covered her heart with one hand, and her face changed because of the burst of pain.Taking a deep look at Meng Wanyan, she turned and left.

……

Gradually, the outside of the window lit up, and the dim light penetrated into the panes, reflecting the occasional swaying tree shadows.

When the cries of the two ghost birds outside became more joyful, the people in the room moved slightly and woke up slowly.He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed tent, stared blankly for a while, then sat up on the bed.

For some reason, I woke up this time feeling very tired, my whole body was weak, and my head was still a little sore.Recalling the broken fragments of last night's dream, Meng Wanyan bit her lip involuntarily, and tightened her slender fingers on the brocade quilt little by little.

"It's been more than 30 years..."

In the end, all the complicated thoughts turned into a sigh.She rubbed her forehead and got off the bed in cloak.

Go to the kitchen and start cooking soup as usual.

On the other side of the spiritual mirror on the wall, a person in a black phoenix robe sits in front of the desk and bows his head to read in the morning, just like every ordinary morning in the past, everything is as usual.However, when she was slowly stirring the soup with a long spoon, Meng Wanyan suddenly felt that something was different today, but she couldn't tell what it was for a while.

Hmm... the atmosphere is a bit wrong... it seems to be quieter?

While cooking the soup, I glanced at Ling Jing accidentally from the corner of my eye, and somewhat understood.Today, the person on the other side of the mirror had a cold face and a bad complexion, and he kept silent. He didn't look around with a leisurely and charming smile as usual, and then threw a few words over from time to time...Meng Wanyan's eyes flickered slightly, mixed with soup The speed also involuntarily slowed down.

It's not because I care about anything... It's just that I'm not used to it...

She seemed to turn her head casually to look over there, but she didn't expect that Yan You just happened to raise her head at this moment.So inside and outside the mirror, the eyes of the two met unexpectedly.The moment the four eyes met, both of them were in a daze, but within a moment, they turned their faces away in a tacit understanding.

Meng Wanyan quickly threw the purple salvia miltiorrhiza into the soup, as if nothing had happened on her face, but felt inexplicably weak in her heart.

Yan You put down the book, rested his chin lightly with one hand, his eyes fell on the stove, staring at the bubbling soup in the big pot, slowly lost his mind. "You still hate me so much, do you hate this place so much?" In the silence, she suddenly spoke, her tone was flat, and she couldn't hear any emotion, but she didn't look at the man in white beside her.

This sentence seemed a bit abrupt, and it seemed that the question was inexplicable, but it was so natural, and without any hindrance, the heart of the woman in white on the other end contracted.Hearing her hoarse voice, Meng Wanyan had some strange feelings for no reason.The movements in his hands paused, and suddenly, he thought of the dream from last night, the nightmare that haunted him that couldn't go away.

After a long time, she lowered her eyes and calmly replied: "Yes."

"Meng Wanyan, is it really so good to be a mortal?"

"I can't explain it to you." Meng Wanyan lowered her head to wash the cold ash leaves in the basin, but heard a low sneer from the other side: "I'm afraid, you don't know clearly." She looked up, but saw The other party lowered his head, his untied long hair hung down, covering his face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.The two were speechless for a while.

Suddenly the mirror went dark, leaving only a blur of gray and black in the picture.

It was the person on the other end who turned off the spiritual mirror.

Meng Wanyan was startled, and continued to lower her head to wash the herbs.The fingertips were soaked in the cold water, the ripples rippled, and there seemed to be a trace of unrest in my heart...

The scene shifted to Pluto's study room, and the judge who had just entered the letter of death saw this scene: His Highness Pluto sat in front of the case with a sullen face, his waist was stiff, his purple eyes were frosty, and there was something hidden in his absent-minded appearance. There is a resentment that cannot be seen directly.

The judge in Tsing Yi was startled, and unexpectedly found that the spiritual mirror next to him was closed!

It's really unprecedented, shouldn't the king look at the mirror secretly at this time of the week and wink at him!what's going on!Could it be that the mirror is pregnant?Impossible... Feng Wuya's eyes flashed light, he leaned forward, and just about to ask, the other end said: "Wuya, borrow your pen from me."

"Huh? My pen?" Feng Wuya glanced at the row of exquisite and expensive brushes on Yan You's case, unable to guess what she wanted for a while.Today is really abnormal.His Highness Pluto put on this picture early in the morning as if his teeth were hurting, and he still needs to use her pen... Although her judge pen can be big or small, it can activate spells, it can turn imaginary into reality, and conjure out of nothingness. Some flowers and plants, but this person doesn't seem to need it...

"What are you thinking about?" Yan You saw that her face was changing and changing by herself, she looked very conflicted, so she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

My tooth hurts!

Feng Wuya subconsciously covered her cheeks, "No, it's nothing." She finally took out the pen and placed it on the desk respectfully: "Your Majesty, the pen is left here."

"Well, let's go." Yan You lightly waved his sleeves.Although Feng Wuya still had doubts, he turned around and walked out without asking any more questions.After she left, His Highness Pluto hummed viciously from the palace room: "Hmph, I told you to be stubborn, I told you to hate me, and I told you to dream of that man..."

……

After waiting for a long time, it was almost time for the trial office. Feng Wuya saw that His Highness Pluto had not appeared in the hall, so he ran to the study to find someone.But as soon as she entered the door, she was stunned.

I saw the noble and majestic Pluto, who was wearing a black phoenix robe, squatting on the floor in the corner with her knees hugged at the moment, holding her writing brush in the other hand and drawing something on the nanmu floor, and then the light flashed, and from the floor, A little girl popped out, dressed in plain white, with black hair reaching her waist...so familiar...cough!Isn't this Meng Wanyan!The shrunken version of Meng Wanyan, who looks cute and silly, oh my god! !

I really want to speak foul language, what should I do! !

Taking such a careful look, Feng Wuya was instantly taken aback.She suddenly discovered that there was more than one little Meng Wanyan!There were a few of them playing peek-a-boo at the desk, and there were three beside her Highness Pluto. They stretched out their small hands in confusion and pulled the hem of the black phoenix robe or yawned and grabbed the wide sleeves with cloud patterns. ...

Feng Wuya suddenly felt dizzy, and when she saw Yan You smilingly poking the forehead of one of the little Wanyan with her finger, her pupils shining brightly like a mother's love, she even staggered back. After a few steps, he pointed tremblingly at the little man on the ground, and lost his voice: "Uh, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

I really hate that iron can't be made into steel...the majestic Pluto...but this scene is so loving!

Only then did His Royal Highness Pluto discover the man at the door with a look of grief and disbelief and eyes shining.When she turned her face away, the smile didn't have time to recede, obviously she didn't expect this scene to be seen by others.Originally, she wanted to conjure up Meng Wanyan to vent her anger by "abusing" her, but unexpectedly, the image she conjured up turned out to be so cute and cute, and she couldn't help herself for a while At once……

But even if this undignified scene was exposed, His Royal Highness Pluto, who was always calm, just froze, and instantly recovered his original dignity.He coughed twice and stood up, flicked his sleeves to scatter the group of people he had transformed into a brush, and then walked over calmly and handed back the judge's pen to Feng Wuya, with a calm and serious expression on his face, making people feel that what he saw just now is like own hallucinations.

"Hey, this pen doesn't seem to listen to the king's commands, and it just makes some inexplicable things."

A certain Highness said so, flicked his sleeves expressionlessly, and walked out the door.The judge in Tsing Yi trembled and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Your Majesty, what you said...is what it is...

……

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One night, His Royal Highness couldn't sleep, tossing and turning on the bed still felt irritable and unable to fall asleep, suddenly thought of a method that was said to be very useful in the world, so——

She looked at the cloud pattern on the top of the bed curtain and counted: one Meng Wanyan, two Meng Wanyan, three Meng Wanyan, four Meng Wanyan... (Uh? Why does counting produce a kind of sweetness? a feeling of!)……

So the next day——

Feng Wuya: Ah!Your Majesty, Lord Meng, why do you two have dark circles under your eyes!

Yan You: I will tell you that I couldn't sleep to count last night, and the more I counted, the more excited I became.

Meng Wanyan: (quietly) Last night... I don't know why... I kept sneezing...