The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

"Young master, can we come back this time?"

There was an intermittent vibrato next to his ear, and he knew he was afraid when he heard it.

At this time, the young master he called couldn't comfort him, because he himself was a little nervous, he didn't know where the future was at all, and he just felt confused about what he was about to face.

Originally, he was the chef of a modern private restaurant. Because of his family background and his own talent, he mastered a good craft at a young age, and even directly acquired the traditional food culture. The name of the heir to the mantle, he was promoted to a national treasure-level talented chef.

After obtaining such an honorable title, he opened a private restaurant, working four days a week, and only served three tables of guests a day, specially entertaining some distinguished guests who had reservations.

In my spare time, I spend my time researching recipes and developing new ones. I live a leisurely life.After thinking about it, when the fate comes, find yourself a partner, no matter male or female, as long as you like it.

Anyway, in his era, the country issued marriage certificates in the same way regardless of whether it was the same sex or the opposite sex.Then raise two more children, find a few talented apprentices, and it will be over for a lifetime.

Who knows, I don't know if God wants to trick him because he sees that he is having a good life.One sleep and the whole world changes.

When he first wore it, he thought he was dreaming.Tried many ways, wanted to go back, until the end was almost punished as a lunatic, and finally accepted the fact that he had traveled over.

He who occasionally accepts modern information also knows the word time travel.Thinking of the few movies and novels I have come into contact with, how the protagonist after time travel uses his own knowledge to kill the world and achieve great feats of dominance for a generation.

Even if he is just a cook who has nothing to do with the world, his heart is still a little ready to move.Just when he thought that he, like those protagonists, could rely on his historical knowledge to understand the future direction and act as a prophet, predict the future, and achieve some hegemony by the way, reality dealt him a painful blow again. He has no power to fight back.

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"Hey, Mo Shu, I don't know if I can come back this time. I just hope it's safe and sound." Xiji was also very melancholy. The scenery that has become prosperous has no bottom in my heart.

Hearing his young master's sighing tone, the little boy who was still a little panicked immediately cheered himself up, looked at his young master firmly and said, "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely protect you."

Seeing the little boy who was still scared just now, looking at him solemnly and saying that he wanted to protect him, even Xiji, who was still a little depressed, had a bright look on his face, smiled at him and said: "Well, I I believe you can do it."

Seeing such a good-looking young master from his parents smiling at him, Mo Shu scratched his hair in embarrassment, and blushed a little.

No matter how reluctant the master and servant were and how nervous they were, their convoy arrived at the destination unhurriedly.

The moment she learned that they had arrived at their destination, Nishiki's heart skipped a beat.The steward who accompanied him outside called out several times before he pinched his palm to wake himself up, and then slowly got out of the carriage with Mo Shu's support.

"Young master, please be careful. If the time is delayed, it will be bad for us if the master finds out." The steward stood beside him, drawing a long tone, squinting at him, his cloudy eyes were full of warnings. .

Looking at his face that looked like old bark, Xiji pursed his lips, nodded silently, and whispered, "I know."

"It's good that the young master understands, and the provincial master is worried at home." Seeing that the usually cowardly young master has returned to his usual cowardice, the steward nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his gloomy gaze.

After beating Xiji for a while, the old manager straightened his clothes and reconfirmed that except for Xiji, the other things to be delivered were in order, and then he walked unhurriedly towards the palace in front of him, with a smile on his face. A completely different smile from before.

"Master, please tell your master that the Beidixi family sent someone to come and give gifts." The old steward looked at the guard in front of him with a flattering smile on his face. Handed over.

Unexpectedly, the guard guarding the gate did not accept his gift, and in his slightly surprised eyes, he said to him in a businesslike manner: "Is there a greeting card?"

"Yes, yes, please take a look, my lord." Responding repeatedly, he took out the greeting card that was next to him, and handed it to the man with both hands.

The young guard took the invitation but did not open it. He glanced at the steward in front of him and the several carriages parked at the door, and said softly: "You wait here, I will show it to the steward. I'll call you back later."

"Thank you." He said and wanted to put the money that was rejected just now.

The young guard confiscated it, glared at him, and said rigidly: "Wang Youling, we are not allowed to accept bribes without permission."

"Yes, yes, I was the one who was rude." Seeing that he had been refuted, the manager was not annoyed, so he responded in a very good-tempered manner.Then I watched the guard strode in with the greeting card. After he entered, another guard came out and took his place and continued to stand guard.

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While the steward was negotiating with the guards, Xiji, who had gotten off the carriage, began to look around.

The palace in front of him is larger than those he saw after traveling here, and the specifications are even more incomparable.There are eight guards guarding the gate alone, and all of them look like well-trained soldiers.

I glanced at the occasional passers-by on the street. Although the clothes were not gorgeous, they were not tattered or even patched.Thinking of the group of refugees who were so hungry that nothing left but skeletons, Xiji felt a little uncomfortable, and stood there with lowered eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes.

He is just a ghost from another world, and he has such a fragile body. In this world, it is fine if he can protect himself, and there is still room to help others.Right now, whether he can keep himself is a problem, and what else is he worrying about for others.

Thinking of this, he laughed at himself in his heart.He always felt that it was God who saw him living too leisurely and let him come here for a walk.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the guard who left just now came out again, followed by a thin-looking middle-aged man with a shrewd face.

After the middle-aged man came out, he first looked up and down at the old steward standing at the door, and then looked at Xiji behind him and the things in the hands of the servants with a vague look, and his tone was quite Casually, "My king has recently brought soldiers to the expedition, and the return date is undecided."

Hearing what he said, the old steward was startled immediately, and he didn't even care about the humility he had just maintained, he hurriedly raised his head, looking at the person in front of him with a little panic in his eyes, "But, we are now Urgently need the army to come and help!"

Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man glanced at him lightly. It was obviously not a deterrent look, but all the words the old steward wanted to say later were stuck in his throat. He shrank his body, lowered his head and continued. I didn't dare to say anything more.

Seeing that the person in front of him was honest, the middle-aged man slowly opened the greeting card he had been holding in his hand, reconfirmed the content on it, turned to the old steward and said, "Keep everything you brought today. , Wait for my king to come back and have a look before making a decision."

Hearing his words, the old steward suddenly raised his head, wanting to say something else, but after meeting the gaze of the middle-aged man, he couldn't say anything more, he could only swallow all the words he had prepared before he came. into the stomach. "Yes, please, my lord, please speak a few words of kindness for my master in front of the king."

"I will tell the truth. As for how to make a decision, it is up to my king to decide." The middle-aged man's attitude was very indifferent, practicing Tai Chi.

"Thank you, my lord." After sending all the things out, he didn't even see the face of the owner, let alone get any promises. The old steward is now biting his teeth with hatred, but he can't have any dissatisfaction, and even smiled Offer things with both hands.

Listening to their fighting, Xiji, who was standing aside and listening carefully, felt very uneasy. He knew that the moment to decide his fate was coming soon.

Seeing the attendants carrying piles of treasures into the mansion, the old steward's heart was bleeding.

After everything went in, I remembered that there was a brother who was sent to please the Night King by my side. Looking at his face with complicated eyes, he turned to the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "This is from our house. Young master, I just turned 16, and I admired the Night King, so I brought him with me this time, hoping to win the favor of the Night King, hope to be able to serve the Night King, and please take care of him."

Hearing the old steward's words, the middle-aged man's eyes turned around on Xiji's indistinguishable and pitiful face, and he focused on the red mole that seemed to be bleeding at the corner of his eye. His tone was somewhat Looking at him unpredictablely, he said, "I think the Night King will like it."

"Thank you, my lord." Hearing him say this, the old steward immediately smiled.

Although it was rumored that the night king and the man were not close, they were still very confident in the appearance of the young man in the family.If they are appreciated by the Night King, they will definitely benefit more than that.

Listening to the two talking about their fate as if they were talking about an item, Xiji, who was standing by the side, was a little angry, but quickly endured it.After all, the current situation is stronger than others, and his arms can't twist his thighs, so he can't fold them here.

Holding such a thought, although he endured it, his annoyance could still be seen on that little face that hadn't experienced much. Of course, these things couldn't be hidden from the middle-aged man's eyes, and he didn't care, but in his heart it was Believe a little more in the words that this person is the young master of the Xi family.

When the old steward left, Xiji took her little book boy and followed the steward into the palace. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she finally stopped in front of a slightly shabby courtyard.

"Young Master Xi, this will be your shelter from now on." The housekeeper stopped in front of the courtyard door and said to Xiji.