V3.Chapter 65

When Yan Jiuchao returned to the camp, Yu Wan was already lying on a simple couch made of hay and mattresses. The conditions in the camp were harsh, and Yu Wan never deliberately increased her food and clothing costs.

The spear in her body was pulled out, and Old Cui Tou did what she could to rescue her, but the spear completely pierced through Yu Wan's chest, and even if it didn't pierce through the heart, it caused irreparable damage.

It is not advisable not to pull the spear, and if it is pulled, it will cause a second wave of damage. Yu Wan's injury is more serious than Old Cui Tou imagined.

Old Cui Tou's hair turned white several times.

He ordered people to take out the basins of blood, and the candles in the tent shone on his old face.

The atmosphere in the camp made Yan Jiuchao feel that something was wrong from afar. The noisy place suddenly seemed to be hidden by someone, and the whole world was silent.

Yan Jiuchao opened the tent and walked in.

Yu Wan slept peacefully on the bed, like she would normally fall asleep any night, but her pale face betrayed her, and since she came here, she has not had a good rest. At this time, she should have been busy. Among the wounded...

Mrs Jiang sat beside the bed and held Yu Wan's hand tightly.

She heard Yan Jiuchao's footsteps, she turned her head, her red and swollen eyes were full of grievance: "Awan, she... can't wake up..."

Yu Shaoqing also opened the curtain and walked in: "What's wrong? What happened..."

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw Jiang's red and swollen eyes, and his gaze passed over Jiang's and fell on the unconscious Yu Wan, his expression changed: "What's wrong with Awan?!"

Jiang Shi cried sadly, and the tears fell down: "I can't wake Awan..."

Yu Shaoqing immediately felt his brain buzzing. When he entered the camp, he actually felt that something was wrong. He smelled a strong smell of blood from a distance, but he didn't think it would be his daughter. After all, there are so many camps. Injury isn't it?

Yu Shaoqing came to the bed in a daze, looking at her daughter's closed eyes, the helmet in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Sanlang..." Jiang Shi looked at him with tears in her eyes. She had never been so sad, nor had she really released so much vulnerability from the bottom of her heart, but her Awan couldn't wake up, she was really going to lose her...

Yu Shaoqing took Jiang Shi into his arms with trembling arms: "No... Awan will be fine... Awan, her auspicious person has a natural appearance... She will definitely wake up..."

"What happened?" Yan Jiuchao asked coldly.

Ping'er burst into tears: "It's all my fault... I heard the news of the victory of the army... I ran to tell the young lady... The young lady... The young lady went to the village to wait for the young master... As a result... I was attacked... "

Yan Huaijing didn't have many chances to get close to Yu Wan these days. First, Yu Wan was really busy, and second, Yu Wan's busy place was unsightly, and he didn't like to go to that kind of bloody and dirty place.

He just went to investigate the situation, and was about to come to visit Yu Wan, when he entered the tent when a big cold hand grabbed his throat.

Yan Jiuchao grabbed him by the throat, kicked him out of the tent, and slammed him into a big tree opposite.

The soldiers passing by were stunned.

what's the situation? The regent and the prince are fighting?

Yan Huaijing's face flushed instantly. He struggled hard to get rid of Yan Jiuchao's imprisonment, but found that Yan Jiuchao's big palm was like an iron claw, and he couldn't shake it no matter what.

The number of soldiers onlookers gradually increased.

Yan Huaijing's face turned blue and red for a while, feeling that her face was completely lost.

He bit out a few words with difficulty: "Yan Jiuchao...what are you doing..."

Yan Jiuchao's eyes were like torches and said: "I have cleaned up the mess in the capital; I have fought the battle in Yucheng; I have taken care of the life and death of the common people... I only want you to do one thing... Be optimistic about the camp, that's all. One thing...you can't do it well!"

Yan Jiuchao stretched him to the ground!

Yan Huaijing suffered internal injuries on the spot and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Jun Changan's eyes moved, and he stepped forward: "Prince Regent..."

"roll!"

Yan Jiuchao shouted angrily, and a powerful murderous aura burst out, like an invisible beam of light, sending Jun Changan flying away in an instant.

Everyone felt the monstrous killing intent from Yan Jiuchao, and no one dared to say a word for Yan Huaijing.

Everyone can see what Yu Wan did. Not long after giving birth, she came to the border before the confinement was finished. She ate and lived with everyone. Top, almost no one saw her have a good rest.

Not every wounded person came back clean, but no matter how bloody and dirty the scene was, she could not be seen to avoid suspicion.

But she is not just a doctor. As early as when the regent decided to attack the city, she sent someone to contact the officials of the nearby towns and let the officials prepare to accept the victims. The camp will not always be calm, there will always be some In a war without the smoke of gunpowder, there are always disgusting disputes, and she solved them all one by one.

She has a good hand, benevolence, and a thunderous method. She makes the prince regent and the soldiers who are fighting bloody no worries.

She was hurt like this, and everyone was angry.

The prince regent was right, he only left the prince one thing, but he was still messed up by the prince.

Yan Huaijing also understood that he was not to blame. He had tried to excuse himself, but he could deceive others, but he couldn't deceive himself-the saint escaped from the disaster victims in Yucheng. At that time, he was seriously injured and pregnant. He was holding a child who was waiting to be fed. Perhaps this child made people less vigilant about him.

Normal people or those who were not seriously injured were evacuated to the surrounding villages and towns. The remnant of the holy race had a broken leg bone and needed urgent treatment, so he was carried into the tent of the wounded soldiers.

Not every patient will be sent to Yu Wan. She is not a thousand-handed Avalokitesvara, so it is impossible to treat hundreds of injured patients at the same time, but Yan Huaijing has seen the injured saint.

It's just that he didn't see the difference between that saint and other wounded.

Yan Huaijing sometimes thinks, if Yan Jiuchao is here, can he see it? Shouldn't it be?

However, next, Ying Thirteen and Ying Six thoroughly checked the injured tent, and found more than a dozen saints who were injured, all of whom came in after Yan Jiuchao led the troops away. I've seen all of them, but I haven't recognized any of them.

Yan Jiuchao said coldly: "Go back to the capital for me, I don't want to see you now!"

If Yan Jiuchao really beat him up, some things might have passed, but Yan Jiuchao let him go safely, as if he couldn't be kind.

Yan Huaijing wanted to say something, but she was picked up by the collar and threw out of the camp!

Yan Jiuchao returned to the tent.

"Let's go first, and let Jiu Chao accompany Awan." Yu Shaoqing took the Jiang family out.

Yan Jiuchao sat down beside the bed.

He rode his horse very fast, just wanting to be the first to see her.

But he didn't expect to see her who would never wake up again.

"Young Master, over the Saint Clan..." Ying Shisan chased after him.

"Kill!" Yan Jiuchao said.

"What?" In Xiao Zhenting's tent, a general surnamed Zhao was blown away. "The regent is going to kill? Who to kill? Are those Saint Clan troops who have already surrendered to Da Zhou? They have already surrendered! Since ancient times, no killing Drop the army! This is an unwritten rule!"

"Yeah, the army can't be killed. It's against the rules. If it spreads out, people will laugh at us Da Zhou..."

"That's right, these people, if they are not good enough, they will be killed if they are killed, but the surrendered army cannot be killed. Otherwise, the Prince Regent will probably be recorded in the history books."

Remembering one thing is a euphemism. I'm afraid that it will be reviled by future generations for thousands of years, right?

It's too murderous!

Xiao Zhenting did not speak.

From the courtier's point of view, those who surrendered should not be killed; but from a father's point of view, his son has lost his love, and he can't wait to rush out and kill the group of shriveled calves!

"Marshal Xiao, this is inappropriate, you should try to persuade the king regent? He led the army to resist the invasion of the saints. "..." a confidant general said earnestly.

Xiao Zhenting held his head in embarrassment: "I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, a guard rushed in in a panic: "Not good! The Shura army is gone!"

Yu Wan was injured, and Nanny Shura was angry.

With his younger brother, he rushed into the camp of the saints regardless of the cost, and slaughtered all the troops of the saints who were stranded in Yucheng, not a single one was spared!

What is Shura?

is the devil.

Just because of the three little eggs and Yu Wan, they became the demons who guarded them. Once Yu Wan was gone, they would be the demons who would avenge her.

The capital, the young master's mansion.

King Yan is reviewing the memorial.

There are flying pigeons passing books from the border gate every day, but today it is a little late, and it is late at night.

An ominous premonition surged in King Yan's heart. He opened the Xuan window and looked at the crooked moon in mid-air. However, it didn't take long for him to see the shining starry sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, the gust of wind in the yard, and the memorials and documents on the table. All blown over.

He hurriedly closed the window to pick it up, but he felt a flash of light from the sky, and then, there was a flat thunder in the sky, which made his brain buzz.

"Wow-"

Yan Xiaosi in the wing was crying.

The three little eggs opened their eyes in unison, sat up in unison, lifted the quilt, jumped to the ground, and ran out with bare feet.

"what--"

When crossing the threshold, Xiaobao fell.

King Yan was about to come over to see how the children were doing. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Xiaobao.

"Are you okay? Did it hurt?" he asked.

Xiaobao's eyes are red.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" King Yan asked again.

Xiaobao choked and didn't speak.

King Yan looked at Erbao and Dabao again, and saw that both of them were also scared.

"Don't be afraid, it's just thunder." King Yan took San Xiaodan into his arms.

In the nurse's house, Yan Xiaosi cried heart-to-heart, and the nurse walked around the house with her in her arms, unable to coax her.

"What's the matter? Is there any discomfort? Little Miss doesn't usually cry..."

I didn't pee my pants, I didn't breastfeed, I just clenched my fists and cried.

Lightning thundered, and her cries resounded through the sky.

...

With Yu Wan hurt like this, Old Cui Tou is helpless, but there is actually a candidate in everyone's heart, and that is the Witch King Zhou Jin!

Back then, Nie Wanrou also suffered a similar serious injury. It was the Witch King who left her alive. Zhou Jinqing was better than the blue, and Wu Li was above the Witch King. He would definitely be able to save Yu Wan!

Old Cui Tou gave Yu Wan the holy medicine of Mingdu. This medicine is said to have the effect of bringing back the dead, but when used on Yu Wan, it only allows her to maintain the most basic breathing and heartbeat.

Yu Shaoqing set off overnight and rode the general to the Wu clan.

Although the general can travel thousands of miles a day, Da Zhou is far away from the Wu clan. I am afraid that he will have to walk for three or two months without sleep. Fortunately, Zhou Jin was on his way to Da Zhou, and they met in Nanzhao.

Yu Shaoqing asked, "Did you come to rescue Awan ahead of time because of the fortune telling?"

Zhou Jin shook his head: "I can't count Sister Wan's hexagram, I'm here to visit Sister Wan and the little holy king."

Zhou Jin didn't lie, he could count anyone but Yu Wan, and he didn't understand what was going on.

Yu Shaoqing said: "Stop talking about this, hurry up to Yucheng with me, you must save Awan!"

Zhou Jin saw Yu Wan unconscious in the wing of a pharmacy in Yucheng.

Zhou Jin felt a pain in his heart, he quietly stepped forward and held Yu Wan's hand.

Everyone retreated consciously, leaving only Yan Jiuchao with a cold expression.

When Zhou Jin opened his eyes and let go of Yu Wan's hand, Yan Jiuchao said softly, "How's it going?"

His voice sounded calm, but the slightly trembling tone still betrayed his heart.

He is worried, and he is no longer worried all the time!

Zhou Jin shook his head sadly: "My witch power is useless to her."

"Why is it useless?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

Zhou Jin turned to look at Yu Wan: "She is not from here, she is... a lonely soul in another world."

No wonder he can't count Yu Wan's hexagram, her fate is not in this universe.

"Yan Jiuchao, when the battle is over, I'll tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"My history."

"it is good."

Their last conversation flashed through her mind, her smiling brows seemed to be in front of her eyes, Yan Jiuchao looked at Zhou Jin, and said calmly, "I see."

Zhou Jin didn't ask, aren't you surprised? Do you have anything to ask? Zhou Jin just walked out of the house silently, leaving this world completely to the two of them.

Yan Jiuchao sat down on the stool in front of the bed, clasped her cold plain hands in her palms, and pressed them to her lips after a while, and said in a low voice, "Yu Awan, I don't care who you are, whether you are a human or a lonely soul. Ghost, please wake me up quickly."

...

Yu Wan stayed in Yucheng to recover from her injuries, and Xiao Zhenting returned to the capital with a triumphant army.

The emperor has improved a lot. Although his movements are still restricted, his brain can be stimulated a little. He called Xiao Zhenting and all the generals who fought on the front line to his bedroom.

Although it has already been said in the good news, some things are always better to confirm in person.

"I heard... the army of the saints has already descended, and was ordered to be killed by the regent, is there such a thing?" The emperor's stroke did not completely recover. He spoke slowly, and even if he listened carefully, he would feel that his words were a little unclear. .

Xiao Zhenting's face was not strange, he said sternly: "If you go back to Your Majesty, the surrender of the Holy Race army is an excuse, but in fact, they want us to lower our vigilance. They circled behind us, attacked our camp, and seriously injured the Princess Regent. The Princess Regent has yet to wake up, and the Prince Regent ordered the attack out of military strategy."

"Is that so?" The emperor's coercive gaze fell on the rest of the dozen or so generals, "Yan Jiuchao is really at war with the saints, isn't it a massacre to vent his anger?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

All have the same caliber.

Seeing that the emperor could not ask anything, he waved his hand and told the generals to retreat: "Xiao Zhenting, if you stay, I have something to tell you."

What the emperor wanted to tell Xiao Zhenting was about Yan Huaijing. The matter of Yan Huaijing's collusion with the saints had long been leaked. The emperor wanted to hear Xiao Zhenting's opinion.

What can Xiao Zhenting think? If this was his son, he would have dragged him out and killed him a hundred times. Although Yan Huaijing was also used by the saints, if he hadn't wanted to get rid of Yan Jiuchao, how could he have fallen into the trap of the saints?

If Yan Jiuchao is a big traitor who does all kinds of evil, Yan Huaijing's motives are barely reasonable. The question is, did Yan Jiuchao do anything wrong?

Beat up Yan Huaijing? You fucking robbed other people's relatives, and you are not allowed to beat you? The truth is not like that!

However, Xiao Zhenting also understood that the reason why the emperor asked him was not because he really wanted to hear his opinion, but only in the hope that he could dissuade the emperor. After all, he was the military marshal of the world, and he was the biggest leader in this battle except for the Yan Jiu Dynasty. Hero, he has absolute right to speak.

But would he persuade the emperor to let Yan Huaijing go lightly?

"Your Majesty, the crime of the crown prince should be thanked for the world with death!"

The emperor almost had a stroke again!

The emperor of course understood that Yan Huaijing's sin was very serious, but he was a prince after all, so how could he really kill him?

The emperor felt that it was a mistake to keep Xiao Zhenting, and this was also invaluable.

"Okay, okay, back off!"

The emperor quickly blasted Xiao Zhenting away.

Yan Huaijing was finally deposed as the crown prince, and even Prime Minister Han was forced to "return to his hometown". Yan Huaijing was exiled to the bitter cold land of Beicheng.

The emperor did not anger Han Jingshu and allowed Han Jingshu to stay in the capital, but the child in her womb could no longer be listed in the royal family tree, and she was no longer a crown princess or a prince concubine, but just Mrs. Yan with the surname Yan Huaijing.

Han Jingshu asked the emperor to allow her to go with Yan Huaijing.

Outside the Prince's Mansion, Jun Changan stopped her carriage: "You...why don't you stay in the capital? Did you know that once you go to Beicheng, you will never come back?"

Han Jingshu's belly was already a little pregnant. She touched her belly and said, "I will go wherever the child's father goes."

Jun Changan said: "Don't go! If you are worried about the children, I...I will take care of you!"

Han Jingshu smiled softly: "Thank you, goodbye."

...

After Yu Wan's wound healed, Yan Jiuchao took her back to Yancheng.

Everything in Prince Yan's Mansion was the same as before, not even the chessboard that had been placed on the tea table in the small garden before he left.

Everyone knew that the young master and the young lady were back, and they were looking forward to the appearance of the young lady, but the young lady was a sleeping beauty who needed to sit in a wheelchair all the year round and did not move.

The four seasons in Yancheng are like spring, and the snow in the capital is two or three feet thick, but the palace of Yanwang is full of colorful butterflies and spring.

Yan Jiuchao hugged Yu Wan and sat on the wicker chair in the small garden.

The wind is sunny and the sun is shining.

Yu Wan was wearing a lake blue corset skirt. During her pregnancy, she had managed to gain weight and lost weight. She had lost weight back to how they were when they first met. The dress she made last month has grown bigger this month.

The breeze blew, blowing Yu Wan's blue silk, and a strand of it lay on the tip of her nose.

Yan Jiuchao gently took off the strand of hair, wrapped her whole body in her arms, looked around, and whispered in her ear, "This is where I grew up, you didn't mean to come and see. ?"

He pointed to a log cabin in front of him: "Did you see that pavilion? There is a log cabin behind the pavilion. It was originally used to raise dogs. There are several dog houses in it. ...Well...that's right...I'm very thin, so I crawled in...then they will look for me, but no one ever finds me, do you know why? Because, they can't believe that the young master of Yancheng is actually Hiding in the dog house."

Yan Jiuchao had to admit that he was not a qualified talker.

He used to talk less, it's not that he didn't know, and Yu Wan didn't have much truth, but when they were together, she would always find something to talk about.

Now she can't say it, let him say it.

Yan Jiuchao picked a flower and put it on her head. Her sleeping face was as quiet and beautiful as a picture scroll, and she instantly had a lively fragrance.

"What does your place look like? Are there such beautiful flowers?"

Yan Jiuchao lowered her head and kissed her temple: "Are you going back? Remember to come back when you're done playing."

...

"Wow-"

In the blink of an eye, Yan Xiao was four or six months old.

It is said that seven sits and eight crawls, other children only start to crawl in seven or eight months, and now she will crawl all over the floor.

Taking advantage of the nurse's nap, she crawled crookedly to the small garden of Prince Yan's Mansion and picked the most beautiful yellow peony.

Since Yu Wan's accident, San Xiaodan has become more sensible, and he doesn't make trouble, and starts to go to school seriously.

Uncle Wan thought that if he escaped the three little eggs, his flowers would be safe, but unexpectedly, it is difficult to guard against day and night.

Yan Xiaosi bit the peony in her mouth and climbed into Yu Wan's house with ease.

She climbed to the edge of the bed, climbed on the pedals, and the little fat hand grabbed Huahua and put it on the side of her mother's pillow: "Wow, wow."

Mother, hair!

After sending the hair (flowers), Yan Xiaosi wanted to stand up on the bed and kiss her mother, but she couldn't stand firm and fell down with a plop.

Of course she didn't fall to the ground, she was caught by a pair of powerful palms.

Yan Jiuchao hugged Yan Xiaosi, looked at the yellow peony beside the pillow, and asked dotingly, "Did you send flowers to my mother again?"

Yan Xiaosi waved her arms and legs: "Wow!"

Yes yes yes!

Yan Jiuchao said, "Why is it yellow again? Do you like yellow flowers so much? Or do you think only yellow flowers are flowers?"

Yan Xiaosi: "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Yan Jiuchao couldn't understand it, did he?

Yan Jiuchao took Yan Xiaosi back to her own house.

Yan Xiaosi fluttered for a while: "Wow wow wow!"

All the hair is sent, I didn't kiss my mother!

...

After the night fell, Prince Yan's mansion fell silent.

Yan Jiuchao drew water and wiped Yu Wan's face. In fact, her complexion was no longer very pale, but in Zhou Jin's words, her soul was probably no longer here, so she was destined to never wake up in her life. .

But Yan Jiuchao didn't believe it.

He will keep.

He believed that she would wake up one day.

She will be back.

"There's a letter from the capital, I'll read it to you." Yan Jiuchao put the handkerchief away and took out the letters that the post envoy had just delivered. There were two letters in total, one was from Lianhua Village, and the other was accompanying him. Three little eggs were sent by Yan Wang, who was studying abroad.

"The letter said that Yu Feng and Bai Tang have a child, a son, and the uncle and aunt are very happy. Also, isn't it Enke this year? Yu Song is going to end, and he said he is running for the champion. You know What is Enke? Scientific examinations are held every three years, and Enke is an examination outside the rules. Your Majesty established King Cheng as the crown prince and granted amnesty to the world, so Enke was established."

The things Yan Jiuchao hadn't said in his whole life seemed to have been said in the past six months.

"There is another letter written by the father, do you want to hear it?" He looked at Yu Wan and said.

Of course it was impossible for Yu Wan to respond to him, she was already a body without a soul.

Yan Jiuchao opened the letter, and when he saw it halfway through, his throat suddenly choked up: "...Da Bao spoke, he called his mother to kiss... He called in a dream... He misses you..."

Yan Jiuchao tightened the letter in his hand, and his body trembled slightly: "Yu Awan...I miss you too...I miss you...Yu Awan I miss you..."

A hot tear rolled down his cheek and fell on Yu Wan's brow.

...

Snowy night.

Yan Jiuchao sat in a room without candles, but the light reflected from the snowy night came in through the doors and windows, and the room was still bright.

"Young master, it's time to eat." Uncle Wan walked in with the food box, and he put the rice bowl on the table.

After Yu Wan fell into a coma, Yan Jiuchao stopped eating meat and fish. He didn't believe in Buddhism, but he was willing to eat fast food for Yu Wan and recite Buddhism.

After Uncle Wan put a few light dishes on the table, he quietly withdrew.

These are all dishes made by top chefs. The poison of thyme has been detoxified, and the sense of taste has recovered, but Yan Jiuchao still feels that everything he eats is tasteless.

He put down his chopsticks silently, and suddenly, there was a strange movement next door, and he got up and walked out.

He pushed open the door next door, and saw a little snow fox with a red flame between his eyebrows lying on his little pad, holding a meat bun even bigger than it in his arms!

Yan Jiuchao's expression was startled, he strode over and grabbed the meat buns.

Xiao Xuehu was awakened, and looked at Yan Jiuchao with a small dumb hair on his head.

What's the matter?

Yan Jiuchao asked excitedly, "Where did the buns come from?"

Little Snow Fox turned his back.

"Don't tell me? Don't tell me I'll kill you!"

Xiao Xuehu pointed to the door resentfully.

Yan Jiuchao walked out facing the wind and snow, and followed the direction pointed by Xiaoxuehu to another small bamboo house.

The candles in the kitchen were on, and heat was wafting out from time to time.

Yan Jiuchao rushed in almost embarrassedly.

There was a strange woman standing in front of the stove. The reason why she was strange was that she was wearing a short dress that he had never seen before. She was wearing a short dress that showed slender arms, calves, and a pair of white ankles.

How can you dress like this?

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, her head lowered, and she seemed to be studying the dough in her hands.

It was an unfamiliar face, but Yan Jiuchao recognized her at a glance.

"Yu Awan..." He walked towards her in a daze.

She raised her head with a sigh, and a familiar smile appeared on her unfamiliar face: "You're here, what do you want to eat at night? Steamed buns or steamed buns, I'll make them for you!"

Yan Jiuchao hugged her into his arms, but suddenly threw her into the air!

"Yu Awan!"

Yan Jiuchao's body jolted and woke up from his sleep. He raised his head in a cold sweat, only to realize that he was sitting in the room of Prince Yan's mansion. He was lying on the desk and fell asleep. Everything just now was just a dream.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Uncle Wan's slightly worried voice sounded outside the house.

"I'm fine." Yan Jiuchao said after calming down.

"You eat less at night, and the kitchen makes a late-night snack. I'll bring it in for the young master." Uncle Wan spoke again.

"I have no appetite." Yan Jiuchao said lightly.

"You have to eat as much as you want, don't think about your own body, but also think about the little miss." Uncle Wan persuaded bitterly.

Yan Jiuchao was silent for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

Uncle Wan walked in with the food box.

Looking at the sealed food box, for some reason, Yan Jiuchao thought of his dream, and he actually prayed in his heart, will Uncle Wan take out a super invincible meat bun later?

The moment Uncle Wan opened the food box, his heart was in his throat.

However, he was disappointed. There were no big meat buns, only a few plates of exquisite vegetarian dishes. These vegetarian dishes were made by the chefs of Yan Wangfu.

"You step back." Yan Jiuchao said disappointedly.

"Yes." Uncle Wan stepped back.

Yan Jiuchao lightly picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of tender bamboo shoots at will.

The chef in the Yan Wangfu is better than the royal chef. He doesn't like to eat, because he is not in the mood to eat.

But this time, he froze as soon as he took a bite.

What kind of food... so unpalatable? !

He was about to put down his chopsticks when he suddenly thought of something and raised his head suddenly.

The moonlight pierced through the branches and was shattered by the lush branches and leaves, leaving a sparse shadow on the ground.

In the sparse shadow, a slender figure stood leaning against the door, looking at him with a sweet smile.

Her complexion was still pale, but her eyes were shining like stars.

"Isn't it delicious?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's too bad to eat." Yan Jiuchao smiled.

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