The Daily Life of the Dragon Daddy

The next day the snow stopped, but the sky was still pitch black. Gongyang Xinghan saw that the snow outside was blown away by the wind magic apprentice with wind magic, and it was blown outside. This is the cleaner of the magic world.

"Dark clouds overwhelm the city, wanting to destroy it, and the light of armor opens to the sun's golden scales.

The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with Yanzhi and condensed night purple.

The half-rolled red flag is approaching Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold is not heard.

Report to the king on the gold platform, and support the jade dragon to die for the king. " Gongyang Xinghan didn't know why, but remembered this poem.

He groaned out.

Back then, I had recited it and filled in the blanks during the exam..." "What kind of dragon is a jade dragon?" The Golden Dragon Emperor came over and interrupted Gongyang Xinghan's thoughts.

"No, that, this is my culture, you don't understand." Gongyang Xinghan shook his head: "By the way, what happened outside today? Just now I saw that the cook's expression was wrong."

"I heard that there is a mercenary group called Bingxue outside. One of their captains is in danger in the mountains. They have sent out a magic distress signal, and 500 people have already entered the mountain." Jin Longhuang said: "It is said that this is a very A large mercenary group, um, can be considered a force in this small country."

So the consequence of this force coming out in full force is that the people in this country are in a panic.

Gongyang Xinghan nodded understandingly: "Understood."

Breakfast turned out to be three kinds of pancakes, scallion pancakes, dough pancakes, and egg pancakes.

The soup is sauerkraut soup, which contains a lot of boneless meat.

Small pickles are salty mushrooms and a lot of boiled bird eggs.

Gongyang Xinghan just gave the little dragon cubs a bit of egg yolk, the bird egg was as big as an egg, each little dragon cub had an egg yolk, was there too much?

Because he was afraid of eating egg yolks for constipation, after eating egg yolks, Gongyang Xinghan used the vegetables stored in his own space to make them a soup with fungus and vegetables, okay, the little dragon cubs who ate it were extremely depressed.

On the contrary, Gongyang Xinghan was very concerned about this. Both the fungus and green vegetables were laxative, and he didn't put too much minced meat.

The Golden Dragon Emperor looked at the little dragon cubs drinking the meat soup with little meat in pain, and felt pitiful. Taking advantage of the time when Gongyang Xingpu turned around, he quickly stuffed a piece of meat into each of the little dragon cubs' mouths.

As expected of the dragon clan, the little dragon cubs chewed ferociously a few times before swallowing them.

Dad is good at everything, but he is very strict. In fact, they eat a lot of meat, and they have strength, don't they?But daddy always says their poo is dry...

After breakfast, the arrangement of lunch was handed over to the cook, and a few people started rubbing hemp, and the life was a bit decadent, but there was no way, there were not many people on the street at this time, one was cold, and everyone was in Maodong , and the other is that something happened over there, and everyone hid at home in fear.

And in the lobby of the hotel, a group of guards armed to the teeth walked in. The leader was a baron, who was the captain of the squadron of the guards.

"Baron Sahara?" The steward ran out as soon as he saw him: "Why did you come here?" "I need some food, it's warm, we have to leave as soon as we finish eating!" Baron Sahara threw it to the steward A gold coin: "Refund more and make up less."

"Hey, just in time, there is ready-made broth." The steward yelled loudly: "Broth broth, meat bones, sliced ​​meat, and two drawers of steamed cakes!"

"Why are there so many good things?" Baron Sahara was surprised.

You must know that although this hotel is big, it will never put sliced ​​meat in the kitchen. It is already very good to have boiled broth. Now it is the time of Maodong, and the caravans coming and going are almost extinct. There is no caravan When entering and leaving the hotel, there are several regular customers living here, and no one can eat big fish and meat every meal.

The broth is delicious, but meat and bones are not cheap, let alone big fatty meat slices.

In the cold place in winter, how to keep out the cold without enough fat?

Fat meat and chili oil are the food they need.

And what they serve are fat and big meat slices, not the shriveled lean meat like firewood. The steamed pancakes are cut open, the fat meat slices are sandwiched, sprinkled with various seasonings, and served Sauerkraut soup, one person can eat several.

"A few people came to the largest courtyard in the backyard. They all looked like noble sons and ate a lot, but the young master in the lead was rather strange. He didn't eat fat meat and only came here to pick the thin ones, but he liked sauerkraut and didn't like red wine. Drink, there is no shortage of steamed cakes." The manager rubbed his hands and smiled, "Don't shaved the meat and bones cleanly, it must have bones, flesh and tendons, and we will handle the rest, and everyone will eat accordingly All kinds of delicious food for two days."

"When did they come?" Baron Sahara asked while eating.

"The night before yesterday, it snowed yesterday, and I didn't go out all day. I was going to go out today, but isn't martial law enforced on the street?" The son is very kind. "

"Bringing guards?" Baron Sahara felt that this noble young man was not simple.

"It's not the guards. They eat at the same table, so they should be companions." The steward said, "And they play games in the house, and they play for a whole day."

"What game are you playing?" One of the imperial guards looked up cheerfully and said, "Not only butts?"

"Shut up!" was reprimanded by Baron Sahara: "Can't you stop your mouth even after eating? Weier, your big mouth has hurt you a few times, why can't you remember? Are those people you can laugh at? Do you think that you can be presumptuous in front of anyone just because you are the son of an earl?"

Weier bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, boss, I just can't control this mouth."

"Vill, you were supposed to be promoted, remember? You've been a sergeant in the Janissaries for ten years because of your bad mouth, and you want another ten years? Let's go into the Janissaries together , The crown prince gave us the same starting point, but you have been standing still for ten years, and everyone in the same period has been promoted, and even Erwin has become a general. You don’t think about yourself, you should also be Earl Borat Think about it? Now the Earl is afraid to say hello to people he knows when he goes out." Baron Sahara looked at this partner who grew up together and had a headache: "I'm afraid that after people greet him, they will mention your name!"

Weier raised his face, with a simple and honest look on his face: "But, I just can't control my mouth." "If I can't control it, I have to control it!" Baron Sahara took out something for him: "In the future, except for eating and drinking, no food is allowed. Take the mask off, you won't be able to talk with it on."

This is the solution he thought of for a year. This little friend really can't go on like this. Do you still want to find a famous daughter to marry in the future?

The earl has already found several acquaintances to propose marriage, but when they heard that it was Weier who had such a big mouth, they immediately rejected the earl.

The count made the count think that his son would not be able to marry a noble wife in the future. When he returned home and told the countess, the countess cried out.

Find his home... and give him a good reprimand, and then force him, a boss and a boy, to find a way to make Will correct himself.

Only then did Baron Sahara put an iron mask on Weir.

It's okay to not talk, right?

Weier buried his head in depression and continued to eat and drink, and Baron Sahara continued to ask the manager: "Are there any women?" "No, they are all men, and they didn't find a waitress." Are you outside, who are you pretending to show? When those caravans come here, some of them will also look for waitresses, even dancers, singers, etc. You know, if you run outside, you won’t go home for a year or so , you can’t hold back when you’re interested, right?”

"They didn't find someone?" That's interesting.

As far as he knew, not to mention caravans, sometimes single men would spend money to find a woman they liked for a one-night stand.

As for the nobles, let alone.

Didn't the well-known prodigal son of the aristocrat dealt with the year before last steal the wives of eight great aristocrats because of his affair?

The eight nobles all wore green hats, so why not be angry?

After killing him, the eight nobles immediately divorced their wives, and the families of the eight nobles collectively changed their mistresses.

If you are young, if you don't find a woman to warm your bed in this cold winter, there are only two possibilities. One is that you are too poor to support and play; the other is that you don't like it!

Those people who can live in the yard are given ten gold coins at a time, and they will not be people without money.

There is only the second possibility left, and they don't care about it!

"No, I didn't even mention it. I only care about what to eat every day. I prepare the clothes by myself and don't need to be washed. I guess they have cleaning magic. The youngest young master among them seems to be a magician." The steward gestured After a while: "There is a strange magician's logo on his chest. I don't know it. Since the person in charge is not a magician, he doesn't fully recognize the magician's logo. Basically, the magicians in this country are stationed in Casablanca City. , the public recognized the magician's logo at most to the level of a magister.

"Magician..." Baron Sahara nodded, "I'll pay a visit later."

"Ah?" The manager was dumbfounded: "Master Baron, we abide by the law here and never accept guests with problems. You..."

"You don't know, I'm also... Hey, I won't tell you anymore, I'm full, I'll go see you."

There was hope in Baron Sahara's eyes.

Gongyang Xinghan didn't know that he was going to have guests.

It's noon, it's time for lunch, but a group of giant dragons are playing with their addiction, and they don't want to eat. Otherwise, if he played cards for too long, he was afraid that the dragons would be uncomfortable.

I remember a man who played poker for two days and one night, either for money or just for fun, but after the game he was injured.

Since then, seeing mahjong is disgusting!

He didn't want the dragons to vomit at the sight of mahjong.

So, the Golden Dragon Emperor went to bring the giant dragons over one by one, they had to eat!

After a wonderful lunch, Gongyang Xinghan drank black tea from a teacup. Black tea is what you should drink in winter, this is warm tea, and green tea is cold tea in summer.

Unfortunately, there is only black tea here.

At this time, the manager of the hotel came, with a somewhat embarrassed look: "I'm sorry, everyone, because some...some things happened in this country, a captain of the Imperial Guard wants to meet with you, and we can discuss something. matter."

"Oh?" The Golden Dragon Emperor was upset: "We came here and did nothing!"

"No, no, no, I'm not looking for trouble with you, but I have something to discuss with you." The manager hastened to explain, this should not be misunderstood.

"Please come in!" Gongyang Xinghan thought for a while and agreed.

When the people left, the Golden Dragon Emperor said unhappily: "What are you doing?"

"We don't know anything here, why don't we get in touch with the people here, they are local snakes and are very familiar with the local area." Gongyang Xinghan said: "We also need their help to inquire about our affairs, a lich is here It won't leave no traces, he can hide his breath, and he can't hide it all the time, I think, someone will find something. No, the helper is here!"

Jin Longhuang felt that what Gongyang Xinghan said made sense, so he didn't say anything more.

Baron Sahara did not bring anyone in, and followed the steward into the yard by himself.

He has been here a few times, but it was to inspect the caravan, not to visit. This time is different, and his mood is different.

Entering the door is the living room. On the sofa in the living room, a handsome blond man is sitting. He glanced at him casually. Just this one glance made him freeze there, not daring to take another step.

Those eyes were full of indifference and coldness, looking at him was like looking at an ant.