Jianghuke

Hearing the movement, Feihong leaned forward in surprise, and said, "Pavilion Master, you're awake."

"Hmm." Zong Qinghuan sat up slowly with the support of the bedpost, rubbed his forehead, and said hoarsely, "Is everyone else alright?"

"Except for Guardian Zuo, who needs to rest for a while, the others are not seriously injured."

Zong Qinghuan didn't say anything about it, and restrained his temper uncharacteristically, slowly swept through the mess in the room, and remained silent.After a while, he said, "Where's the kid?"

Feihong was stunned: "Who?"

"Cen Xi."

"Him?" Feihong curled his lips, "It's great to have Mr. Jiang standing by his side every step of the way."

"I didn't ask you where Wu Zhou is, just talk too much." Zong Qinghuan glanced at him lightly, with some inexplicable meaning, "Did you see a doctor? I remember that his eyes were seriously injured. "

The broom in Feihong's hand hit the edge of the bed with a "bata", and he said in shock, "I've seen it, probably, probably it's okay."

Bad, that punch made the pavilion master stupid? ? ?

"In your opinion, how far can Feihua Pavilion go?" Zong Qinghuan ignored his surprise, started another topic, and said to himself, "The number of hidden piles in Lingde Lake is unexpected. This time This time is a blessing in disguise, eradicating these dog things that eat inside and outside in one fell swoop, but there is one problem."

Feihong scratched his hair.He always didn't care about these things, just fighting, he didn't know much about the twists and turns, so he simply said: "Please make it clear, the pavilion master."

"Lingde Lake, where the main pavilion is located, is still like this, and the sub-rudders in various places are full of holes. Let alone panic and rumors, the biggest problem right now is the lack of people, the lack of reliable people." Noon Qinghuan Without playing charades, he asked him straightforwardly, "How did I do in the past when it came to winning people's hearts? Tell the truth."

"It's not very good." Feihong replied, "Everyone is more in awe of the pavilion master than in support. Uh... subordinates don't count."

Noon Qinghuan laughed, and it was rare that the good-tempered one didn't lose a few words: "Even if it is, it doesn't matter at this time. Then tell me, who is the person who is best at this in the pavilion?"

"Of course, yes... ah..." Feihong was not stupid, he immediately realized the crux of the problem as soon as he opened his mouth, and stuttered immediately.

"Just say it when you think of it, and you won't cut your tongue if you make a mistake."

"...It's Young Master Jiang."

"Not bad." After slowly uttering these two words, Zhong Qinghuan frowned, and the irritability and annoyance lingering in his heart finally reached the peak, which made him a little gloomy. Zhou will definitely take him away from Lingde Lake, I have to find a way."

Feihong finally understood the reason for the long detour, sighed, and said: "Forgive me for speaking bluntly, there is only some misunderstanding between the pavilion master and Mr. Jiang, and it is groundless to say that Dr. Cen was used as a bait. As long as The owner of the pavilion will find an opportunity to explain clearly, and then talk about the difficulties of Feihua Pavilion, and say a few good words, Mr. Jiang may not be willing to help. As for Feihua Pavilion... the foundation is still there, and it can still go on if you hold on. Pavilion Master, don't worry too much."

Noon Qinghuan glanced at him, his lips parted slightly, and wanted to say that what really worried him was not Feihuage’s difficult situation, but that he had broken his promise in Wu Zhou’s heart for a long time, and it was extremely difficult to keep him, so he entrusted Feihuage again The matter was even more difficult to reach the sky, but after all, nothing was said.

It's ridiculous to say that before, I was thinking of completely holding the power inside and outside Feihua Pavilion in my own hands, but now I have my wish, but after half a year, I feel a little... tired.

The sun is setting outside the window, and the sky is full of red clouds.

He stared absentmindedly for a moment, suddenly realized that dusk was about to pass, got out of bed, grabbed his clothes, said as he put them on, "I'm going to Qingsongyuan."

Feihong said anxiously: "But the pavilion master is injured..."

Noon Qinghuan acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and quickly disappeared outside the door.

He turned around in Qingsongyuan, but he didn't find Jiang Wuzhou, only saw Cen Xi who was curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly. He waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the person to come back.

Disappointed, he felt a little hungry in his belly.After all, he fell asleep for half a day and didn't eat anything, so when he returned to Qinglanyuan, he simply stopped by the small kitchen to find some preserved fruit to fill his stomach.

There was a light on in the kitchenette.

Zhong Qinghuan was taken aback, and gently pushed the door open a crack.The familiar figure jumped into his eyes, and he blurted out, "Wu Zhou?"

Jiang Wuzhou was taken aback.

He turned around in a bit of haste, with a lot of flour on his cheeks and hands, subconsciously trying to hide the basin on the chopping board behind his back, but accidentally bumped into the water bowl beside him.

"Are you..." Chu Qinghuan thought that what he was doing was inconvenient for others to see, so he slipped in through the crack of the door and immediately closed the door tightly. After taking a closer look, he suddenly said in astonishment, "Meeting? It's a mess today." It’s a bit too much, but Feihong should have arranged for food to be delivered from an outside restaurant. Why, it’s not to your liking?”

"It turned out to be you." Jiang Wuzhou saw the person coming, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't pay much attention to it, turned around and continued to fight with the sticky and wet dough, and glanced at the thin booklet spread out on the chopping board from time to time.

Seeing that he didn't drive her out, Zhong Qinghuan bravely went over to have a look, and it turned out to be the recipe for Tang Mantou.

The pavilion master hesitated to speak, but stopped: "You..."

You can tell that the dough has too much water at a glance, it is sticky, and it is not easy to knead.The technique is also wrong, and the kneading dough can't be used vigorously.Although the ingredients and steps are written in the recipe, it doesn't include how to knead the dough, which is an entry-level culinary problem.

Wu Zhou acted like a sneaky thief, probably because he didn't want others to see his embarrassing appearance.

Seeing through that small thought, Zhong Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, rolled up his sleeves, rubbed some flour on his hands, nudged him gently with his elbow, and said, "I'll do it."

Jiang Wuzhou glanced at him in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and stepped aside.

Zuo Qinghuan pinched two handfuls on the wet surface, added another handful of raw flour, and began to skillfully press the dough, kneading the dough until it was smooth and firm within half a quarter of an hour.He pushed the kneaded dough to Jiang Wuzhou, and then he remembered to ask: "Do you want to eat sugar buns?"

"Zixi said he wanted to eat snacks." Jiang Wuzhou washed his hands, closed the cookbook, and said calmly, "Thank you for your help."

"The steamed buns are about to leaven. I don't know when it will be put into the steamer. Are you going to feed him tomorrow's breakfast?"

"Baking noodles?" Jiang Wuzhou was confused, and looked at the cookbook again, with a serious expression as if he was reading a dossier full of mistakes.

He learns everything quickly, but he lacks a bit of aura in cooking.

"Cough, that is to say, it takes a long time to make steamed buns, and he can eat them tomorrow morning at the earliest. He wants to eat snacks, but it doesn't necessarily have to be sugar buns. Let me think about it..." Zong Qinghuan found two eggs from the basket, as if Get ready to do something else.

Jiang Wuzhou threw the recipe aside as if giving up, looked at him for a long time in silence, and suddenly said: "I heard that you are injured."

Zhong Qinghuan paused for a while, then continued to beat the egg into the dough, kneading the dough vigorously as if nothing had happened, and said, "Small injury."

Jiang Wuzhou gazed at his collar and cuffs, then slowly fell on his face, staring into his eyes, and said: "Can a small injury pass out?"

Noon Qinghuan avoided his gaze, and asked an irrelevant question: "The boy... um, I mean Cen Xi's eye injury, how did the doctor see it?"

"No problem, you can recover with careful care, but it will take a lot of time." Jiang Wuzhou glanced from his flour-stained fingertips all the way to his heels, not letting go of even a hair, his probing eyes seemed to be Stripped him naked, "How did you get injured?"

"..." Zong Qinghuan was stared at like sitting on pins and needles, slowly wiped off the flour on the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "I fell into the water, was carried by the undercurrent and hit the rock, and suffered some internal injuries."

"Falling into the water?" Jiang Wuzhou moved for a moment, held his wrist without thinking, and repeated, "Falling into the water??"

No one in the entire Lingde Lake knew that the owner of the pavilion was very seasick, and he had to prepare a lot of seasickness medicine every time he took a boat.But Chu Qinghuan's weakness of being afraid of water is not known by many people.

The group of people who went to Mingshui Port this time are obviously all cronies!

After thinking about it, I shuddered.

"We boarded the boat according to the plan, and controlled the boatmen before we arrived in San'ao, but we didn't want the people I brought with me to have problems." Chung Qinghuan smiled wryly, "I didn't understand until the moment I fell into the water. It's just a trap thrown out on the bright side, and the hidden stake is the real killer. Xuanzong couldn't wait any longer, he wanted me to die in the Sanyao River at any cost, and was extremely eager to seize Feihua Pavilion. Unfortunately, I understand It's a bit late, and they miscalculated the scope of their plan, and didn't pay attention to Lingde Lake."

Once this plan is launched, the hidden piles buried by Xuanzong will definitely be uprooted and not one will be left behind.Such a price means that regardless of whether the hidden stake assassination is successful or not, the operation against Lingde Lake is bound to continue.

The people behind the scenes are betting that he will surely die.

Fortunately, Zhong Qinghuan reacted quickly enough, went missing and feigned death, took a detour back by land, and caught him by surprise.And Jiang Wuzhou appeared in Lingde Lake alone and fell into a dangerous situation, which made Kang Yuanming paralyzed and careless. He believed that Qing Huan was dead before he showed up without warning.

Jiang Wuzhou's expression was solemn, thinking that after he fell into the water and was injured, he rushed back to Lingde Lake non-stop to rescue the siege, and even got punched by himself. After all, he softened his heart a little bit, and whispered: "That injury, is it okay?"

"I never thought that with the help of the Baiyun Sect, Xuanzong penetrated into every corner and penetrated to such an irreversible point." Zong Qinghuan slowly raised his eyes, "I should have listened to you long ago."

The night wind blew over a bunch of red peppers hanging on the window lattice, dimming the oil lamp a little.

He coughed twice at the right time, a little tear came out of the corner of his eyes, before he opened his mouth, Jiang Wuzhou frowned, closed the window quickly, took off his coat and put it on him, saying: "There are many things in the past It's useless to say, go back and rest."

"Kang Yuanming is right, Feihua Pavilion is in my hands, and sooner or later it will be defeated."

"Nonsense." Jiang Wuzhou keenly sensed that Qinghuan's mood was not right tonight.

Perhaps it was because of the injury, or the merciless punch that knocked him back to his original form. In short, at this moment, Zhong Qinghuan was seven or eight points similar to when he first came to Lingde Lake, like a thorn A little hedgehog that has not grown hard, although it is a bit thorny, but occasionally it will show a little soft belly to those close to it.

……

Just, very flattering.

Zhong Qinghuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The more Jiang Wuzhou looked at it, the more he couldn't bear it, and was about to say something, when suddenly he smelled a faint smell of flour at the tip of his nose, trembling slightly like an oil lamp on the table, a familiar breath approached without warning, and the fabric rustled With a loud noise, a pair of flour-stained hands wrapped around his waist—it was unexpected that he was hugged.

Zong Qinghuan hugged him cautiously, not daring to use too much force, but he was also unwilling to let go of this opportunity, taking advantage of his froze, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Brother, I'm a little tired, let me lean in for a while. "

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Lord of the Noon Pavilion: The plan is clear!