This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

It's autumn in the world.

Outside the capital, Ten Miles Tingfeng Courtyard.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Di Zheng squinted and pondered for a long time. After thinking about it, he decided to turn around and leave.

It's just that he just turned around, and with a squeak, the courtyard door was pushed open from the inside.

A figure came out, stepped forward and caught him.

"I said, nephew, come here, go wherever you go, come in and play two hases."

The familiar words, the unchanging tone...

Di Zheng looked at Zi Xiao helplessly, "Uncle Wang, your life is not like a fugitive."

Zi Xiao snorted twice, looking at his eyes with so much complexity in his ferocity.

"I have to thank you, my good nephew." Zi Xiao said, turning his head, "Let's go, do you really want me to invite you?"

Di Zheng watched him grab his hand and smiled bitterly: "Can you release it first, nephew's hand hurts."

Zi Xiao pouted, disliked letting go, and digging twice behind his old buttocks, "Hands hurt... You're still a beautiful flower, aren't you?"

Di Zheng sighed faintly, thinking that he would not be able to leave, and followed him into the door with a helpless smile on his face.

After entering, I saw many familiar faces.

They are all people around Tsing Yi, and facing him at this moment, their faces are not very good.

This was unexpected by Di Zheng.

However, he couldn't guess what the purpose of the Tsing Yi Wang Aunt was.

"Where's Aunt Tsing Yi?" Di Zheng tilted his head and asked.

Zi Xiao somehow twitched the corner of his mouth, as if recalling some terrible past, his expression twitched.

But as soon as his eyes fell on him, there were a few traces of anticipation and excitement.

Overall... This look made Di Zheng feel bad.

Is this banquet a Hongmen banquet?

"Isn't your aunt making soup for you? I heard that you said at the beginning that you really want to try her craft."

Zi Xiao's old face was wrinkled with a smile, and he looked kind and kind, and he didn't know how harmonious his relationship with Di Zheng was.

Di Zheng was dragged and dragged by Zi Xiao to the back kitchen. His face did not change, but his brows furrowed a little, and he felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart.

This time... is completely different from the situation he imagined.

Not to mention confrontation and confrontation, it shouldn't be... so peaceful, right?

Is before the soldiers?

Di Zheng squinted and thought. When he arrived at the door of the back kitchen, he looked at a cat and a demon who were retching by the door, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This is…

Prince Mochi... Oh no, His Majesty the Demon Emperor stood up with his old waist up, took out the brocade gracefully, wiped the corner of his mouth, and the fat cat beside him kept licking his paws and washing his face.

Mochi glanced over from the corner of his eyes, and said calmly, "Oh, here we come."

This reaction...

"Open, start?" Zi Xiao asked nervously.

Mochi snorted and glanced at the kitchen, showing some resistance.

Instead, Di Zheng was aroused by them. He heard the sound of chopping chopping in the kitchen. Is this really cooking?

"Let's go, go in and see your aunt, she is a hard worker, she came up early in the morning to prepare a feast for you." Zi Xiao said meaningfully.

Di Zheng smiled and didn't say anything?

I thought to myself: The reactions of the several of you seem to be no good feast.

Is this cooking? Are you sure it's not a drug?

Di Zheng laughed, walked over with Zi Xiao, stood at the door of the kitchen, and saw His Majesty King Tsing Yi who was busy inside.

He has long hair in a high bun, wearing an apron, and his red sleeves are half rolled up, revealing a small piece of lotus root.

The cooked ones were cut and washed in front of the counter, and the meat had been stewed in several small pots in front of the stove.

The smell is also there, but it's a little weird.

Di Zheng has never come to the human world to walk around, and he has never eaten human food, so he couldn't tell the strangeness of the taste for a while.

Why did the new demon emperor and the fat cat vomit at the same time?

"Here? Go to the outer courtyard and wait for a while. It will take a while." Tsing Yi picked up the spoon and stirred it in the pot. Seeing him coming, Yu Guang nodded calmly.

Di Zheng bowed respectfully to her: "There is Aunt Lao."

He raised his head and was about to leave, when he caught sight of the gurgling pot, Jun's smile froze slightly.

The color of that pot is weird, it's pitch black... The soup is sticky and bubbling...Is it king **** soup?

Why... how come there is still a complete turtle head?

Di Zheng's expression froze for a moment, and he was pulled out by Zi Xiao to the outer yard.

He looked at Zi Xiao and asked sincerely, "Auntie, is this the first time cooking?"

"No." Zixia's face was unprecedentedly sincere:

"Your aunt in Tsing Yi has a knack for cooking oxen, and her cooking skills are nothing to say, and the appearance is a bit poor, but it is guaranteed to make your meal unforgettable, and its taste will linger in your dreams!"

Di Zheng was sitting in his seat, and suddenly felt a little… unpleasant.

Today, I'm afraid it's wrong.

Not too long ago, a table full of Wang Ba Banquet was brought up.

His Majesty the King in Tsing Yi changed his cook's attire and turned back into a delicate and coquettish bitch, and came over to take a seat with his waist twisted.

Di Zheng looked at the pitch-black table... Wang Bayan was silent.

"What are you doing, nephew, stunned? Could it be that you look down on your aunt and my craftsmanship?"

He took a sip of tea, suppressed his shock, and just smiled: "Uncle Wang and the demon emperor are not seated, how can my nephew enjoy this delicious food alone."

Mochi and Zi Xiao were standing next to each other, obviously not willing to come over to share the same taste.

Tsing Yi glanced at the two of them, "What are you doing with the pestle?"

Zi Xiao's old face was wrinkled.

You stinky boy, this is a poor fellow and a fellow daoist!

They sat down reluctantly. The former had been poisoned a long time ago, and the latter had just been dragged in for a taste.

Heishui'er Xiaolang Jun now feels that his sense of taste is probably useless.

The wicked woman put three bowls of thick hot soup in front of the three, with a displeased and threatening smile: "The old lady cooks by herself today, and the little brothers who have stewed my man will give you supplements, what's the matter, don't give face ?"

In the land of exile, the great emperor who was fighting with blood suddenly sneezed.

She was almost scratched on her pretty face by the skeletons that came up to her.

Xiao Jue clenched his teeth, what did that little troublemaker arrange for him behind his back? !

…

Ten miles to listen to the wind in the courtyard.

The three people who were forcibly poisoned looked different.

The old stick had already knelt down, Mo Chi closed his eyes and covered his mouth, enduring the retching.

On the handsome face of the emperor's bright moon, the smile twitched, and he kept pouring himself tea.

Cup after cup without stopping.

"My dear nephew, don't stop. After drinking this bowl and three bowls, this table is yours."

The wicked woman smiled and put another bowl of soup in front of him.

Di Zheng took a deep breath and picked up the spoon with trembling hands.

Just hear a bang.

The spoon fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, and there was a severed hand on the side.

The wicked woman raised her eyebrows and looked at Di Zheng with a rebellious expression.

Oh, you mother-in-law, is it so bad to drink? Your hands are terrified!