Raiders of the fast crossing target characters

After taking a bath, I finally feel comfortable all over.He came to the dining room with his hair draped over. The dinner was ready and was steaming on the dining table.

When Yan Xuan was eating, no one in the house dared to approach here, they all left after the food was served.

So they didn't know that Zhuoxi had been eating at the same table with King Lin'an these days.

Just like at this time, Zhuoxi is the only one who will go here.

Yan Xuan was eating, and Zhuo Xi's arrival didn't affect him, the man kept eating the food at a leisurely pace, from his expression, you couldn't tell whether the food was good or not.

Today's dishes were bought by Zhuo Xi, so he couldn't help but want to know the other party's opinion.

He walked over and sat on the stool next to him, propped his cheeks and looked at each other, "Yan Xuan, how is today's dish?"

The man seemed to have just finished eating, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief.

Zhuoxi blinked.

Yan Xuan's eyes fell on the young man's wet hair, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just when Zhuoxi thought he would not answer, the man opened his mouth.

"You did this?"

"That's not true, but I bought it." Zhuo Xi said.

Yan Xuan paused for a while, and said, "Aunt Wang, what's the matter today?"

Zhuo Xi was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Well, her little grandson is sick, and there is no one at home, so I went to buy vegetables for her."

It turned out that this person knew the names of the servants in his mansion, and he thought that the other party would not remember them at all.

Then he saw that the man's chin clicked slightly.

Zhuoxi was startled, and hurriedly shouted to the system: "Thirteen, look at the progress bar!"

System: "Congratulations to the host...the progress has increased a little bit."

"How much is a little bit?"

"Just, two percent."

Zhuoxi was a little surprised.

Although the rise is still not much, but at least it is not motionless.

He decided to make persistent efforts and chat with men more.

"By the way, when I came back just now, I met the old grandson. His father... seems to be a very big official?"

Yan Xuan said indifferently, "Minister of the Ministry of War."

Zhuoxi: "What does the servant of the Ministry of War do? Is he a big official?"

The man said in a still calm tone: "Zheng Sanpin, in charge of the military force."

Zhuoxi: "Understood..."

He doesn't know much about these things, and the information given by the system is very brief, which is simply cheating.

It sounds like the grandson's father is in an important position and has great power.It's no wonder that guy acted arrogantly and domineeringly relying on someone behind his back to show off his power. It really is because he has a backer at home.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "If I beat him today, his father won't come to trouble you, will he?"

Yan Xuan looked down at him.

Zhuoxi raised her head and looked at him, blinking.

Then, the man chuckled, but it was just a sneer.

That sound contained a strong sense of ridicule, as if he had never put the other party in his eyes.

"He dare not."

Hearing this, Zhuo Xi was relieved, "That's good."

It seems that the so-called high officials are still not as big as a man, a prince.Even though the man is now sitting in a wheelchair, the prestige he once brought to those people still exists.

Besides, Sun Gongzi, after returning home that day, he asked someone to check where Zhuoxi went.Unexpectedly, it turned out that when the other party said "go home", they actually meant returning to Lin'an Palace.

No, could it be that the young man is the servant of King Lin'an?

Sun Gongzi thought about it for a long time, but no matter how he thought about it, he didn't feel that Zhuoxi was like a servant.

Because of his temperament and behavior, he doesn't look like a common servant at all.Not only did he not grovel, but even when looking at people, he looked directly at them.

This is not like a servant!

Sun Gongzi thought for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

——It must be the little boy pet of King Lin'an raised in the mansion!

I really didn't realize that the man who looked like a useless man actually had the hobby of raising male pets.

But if the person belongs to King Lin'an...he really doesn't have the guts to sue his father, Mr. Sun.

Hey...it's a pity.

"Yan Xuan!" It was another early morning, and Zhuo Xi was lying by the window, smiling all over his face.

Yan Xuan, who was reading by the window, glanced at him, and reached out to close the window.

"Hey." Zhuo Xi flashed back, and honestly appeared from the door, "Forgive me, my lord, I shouldn't have come out of the window to scare you."

The man raised his eyelids and looked at him, as if saying, "Do you think this can scare me?"

Then, that line of sight was retracted again.

Zhuo Xi smiled awkwardly, touched his nose, and leaned over: "Yan Xuan, I heard that today seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The man did not lift his head.

For him, there is no difference between passing or passing the festival every year.

He never deliberately remembered these days.

But Zhuoxi seemed to be interested.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, isn't it about enjoying the moon, eating moon cakes, and making lanterns?" This is the information he asked from the system.

But it seems that Yan Xuan doesn't intend to celebrate the festival.

Zhuoxi thought for a while, the man was alone, and no one in the mansion was close to him, to him, it seemed that there was really no need for any festivals.

But Zhuoxi didn't want to forget about the information that was finally obtained from the system.

So he turned and went to the back kitchen.

The system mocked him: "I think it should be the host who wants to celebrate the festival."

Zhuoxi: "Thirteen, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Aunt Wang was very happy to see Zhuoxi, "Xiaozhuo, you are here, what's the matter?"

***

It's getting late.

Yan Xuan put down the book in his hand and knocked on the table with his fingers.

The black shadow entered the room, "My lord."

"What is he doing?"

"Uh." Hei Ying replied, "Master Zhuo is currently in the back kitchen."

Yan Xuan paused slightly.

013 looked at the unidentified object under Zhuoxi's hand, and the electronic voice was a little hesitant: "Host... what are you doing? Are you pinching a grenade?"

Zhuoxi: "? What are you talking about? I'm making mooncakes."

The system looked up the "moon cake" in its own database, and compared it with the thing under his hand.

"..."

He didn't see where this lump got attached to the mooncake.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, Aunt Wang went home after cooking dinner, and Zhuoxi was alone in the back kitchen.He was very unfamiliar with these things, and it was a bit novel when he did them. While watching him do it, 013 couldn't help giving instructions.

About half an hour later, Zhuoxi put his results into the cage and patted the flour on his hands.

"You're done."

Not long after he left, An Fu, who smelled the smell, entered the back kitchen curiously.Aunt Wang should go back, who is making food in the kitchen right now?

"Who did this?"

He opened the lid and took a look, took out a piece, blew it cool, and put it in his mouth.

"!" There was a terrified expression on the attendant's face, he put the cover back, and ran out with a lightning speed.

An Fu swears that he has never eaten such a terrible thing, and he feels that his sense of taste is a little out of order.

Since then, the poor squire has never dared to put anything in his mouth.

This is something to say later, let's not mention it for the time being.

The system looked at the thing in the host's hand curiously again, "What is this?"

Zhuoxi: "Bamboo."

"Host, I know it's bamboo." 013 said silently, "Let me guess, you don't want to make lanterns."

Zhuo Xi smiled perfunctorily, "Congratulations, you got the answer right."

This time the system chose to shut up and watch, because he felt that after the experiment just now, even if he reminded him from the side, the host might still not be able to make anything worth watching in the end.

At this moment, An Fu passed by with an ugly expression, glanced at Zhuo Xi, and said nothing.

Zhuo Xi was a little strange, "What's wrong with you?"

An Fu waved his hand, shook his head, and chose to leave sadly.

He wanted to ask, Mr. Zhuo, did you make those things in the back kitchen?But his intuition told him that it seemed that he shouldn't ask such a question, as it would hurt the boy's sincere heart.

He couldn't bear it.

Or go back to bed as soon as possible.

And Yan Xuan had dinner in the dining room, and when he pushed the wheelchair past the boy's room, he was not too surprised to see the other party lying on the table with his back to him, messing with something.

As if hearing something, Zhuoxi turned around.

Yan Xuan didn't look at him, but steered the wheelchair away slowly.

"Thirteen, do you think it looks good?" Zhuoxi asked.

The system was silent for a while, and commented honestly: "...the host, to be honest, is a bit ugly."

Zhuoxi was also silent for a while, "...Forget it, ugly is ugly, just make do with it."

In the study, the man was sitting at the desk, seemingly writing something.

Zhuoxi pushed open the door and took a look.

"Yan Xuan, are you free?"

"..." The man raised his eyes and looked at him.

"If you're busy, I won't bother you." Zhuo Xi put all the things in his hand on the table, then withdrew, and closed the door thoughtfully.

After doing this, he returned to his room with satisfaction.

Yan Xuan should...probably...be that happy?

In the study room, through the flickering candlelight, the man looked at the strangely shaped dish of "food" on the table, as well as the very rough item that could probably be called a lantern.

He didn't move, just continued with what he was doing.

After finishing, he turned his eyes to the table again.

The fingers holding the pen paused, and then put the pen back into the pen holder.

Pushing the wheelchair to the table, Yan Xuan looked at the crooked lantern in front of him, and found that there was only something painted on it.

After carefully identifying it for a while, he finally understood that it was probably a rabbit.

If the boy's original form was not a rabbit, to be honest, he might not be able to guess what it was painted on.

Yan Xuan's expression paused slightly as he shifted his gaze from the lantern to the plate of unknown food.

In the end, he reached out and picked up one of them.

"Report to my lord, what you ordered before..." A black figure jumped into the room, and when he looked up, he was startled by the expression on his face.

The dark guard had never seen such a strange expression on his master, how should he put it... It was neither scary nor twisted.

But it is a subtle feeling that is hard to describe.

Yan Xuan at this time: "..."

Didn't that boy really want to poison him?