MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 8 Tsukishita sake

In the evening, Heron was immersed in the joy of winning the award of Zhen Xunyang, and he kindly invited him to taste his craft in his own house.

Zhen Yunyang was in a wonderful mood. Even he wasn't so happy. How could this person be so excited, his eyes were brilliant, he didn't know how beautiful, he couldn't help but look.

Heron's invitation was not appropriate. It was too late. If he went to his house, Zhen Yang could not return to the palace.

Heron glanced up at the sinking sky and proposed: "If you don't dislike it, your highness can rest for a night in the cold house."

"Disgusting ... I disgusting!" Zhen Xiuyang did not expect that the husband would be so enthusiastic, but he was flattered but retorted loudly.

Immediately, after a few seconds of mutual frustration, his voice faded again, and he waved his hand.

"But His Royal Highness does not stick to the bar, and it is not unreasonable for His Majesty to be honored."

After speaking, he went to the sedan chair of Heron's return home.

Heron shook his head in amusement, not knowing what he thought just below the hall, and got into the sedan chair.

The two men were in a small space together, and the bearer was carried swaying unavoidably, which inevitably caused physical contact. On several occasions, Heron accidentally fell on Zhen Yunyang's shoulder.

The faint scent overflowing from his hair was like an invisible hand, holding Zhen Minyang's heart, wondering whether the sedan chair was shaking, making him dizzy and frowned.

Heron touched his nose, realizing that his disrespect was unpleasant to his highness, and carefully put his body on the other side, trying not to touch him.

Zhen Yanyang Changshu took a breath, looked at him, and closed his eyes unhappyly, but his brow was always frowning, not knowing what difficult things to think about.

Originally thought that tasting Taifu's craft was a joke, but unexpectedly, he really worked in the kitchen for half an hour.

For his sake, Zhen Yunyang still used chopsticks.

I do n’t know if he was hungry, Zhen Yinyang took a big bite of his index finger, and frequently chop his chopsticks silently.

With his focused gaze, he added an extra bowl of rice.

However, as far as he knows, the husband is of good origin and has always been a boy who reads and writes every day. How did he cook?

Zhen Xunyang's chewing action is getting slower and slower, and she stops her chopsticks to meditate.

Seeing him like this, Heron frustrated: "The minister's craftsmanship is not so bad, making it difficult for you to swallow?"

Zhen Yiyang immediately took a big mouthful and asked, "His Highness is just thinking about how the husband will cook."

Gentlemen are far from cooking, aren't their writers particular about these?

Zhen Xunyang was speechless for a moment, and looked down to remember.

Although he was a prince in the past, he is different from other princes in that he usually has a large group of maids to serve.

Even if there is a maid named Huachun, they support each other. When doing a lot of housework in Huachun, he will cook to fill his stomach.

But at this time he could not explain and had to say, "Learn for your Highness."

"...?!"

This answer made Zhen Yang almost bit his tongue, which he never expected.

Even after his biological mother, he is still high above him. A pair of jade hands will not do these things for him. Why is this person casually ...

Zhen Yanyang frowned, and gave birth to a little anxiety and sweet satisfaction, and quickly said that he had given him the rare BMW that he had tried today.

Her impulsive gift made Heron sneer.

"Just for you." Zhen Xunyang glanced at him and swept away the food.

It wasn't too early, and he rested in the box room on the house, and slept well all night until he didn't wake up.

Hear Zhen Zhenyang got upset, and no one dared to disturb his dreams, except Heron,

He didn't take it for granted, and the door didn't knock. He went straight into the inner room and called the sleeping Highness a few times without any response.

Zhen Haoyang's sleepiness was slightly immature, calm and quiet, very well-behaved, not at all like the arrogant and arrogant boy who loves to talk back, and has no one in his eyes.

Heron lifted his bedding rudely, and at another whimper, pinched his nose and waited for him to wake up on his own.

Soon Zhen Zhenyang opened his eyes full of anger and was about to lose his temper, but the dim sight recognized the person. Somehow, he lost his breath instantly.

At this moment, several maids approached smartly and handed over the basin and towel for the little devil with dark eyes and wash eyes.

Zhen Xunyang sat up in silence and asked Heron to give him hair.

The maid holding the jade comb glanced at his own grandfather, and hurried forward to wait, but he fell to the ground.

Originally, he was in a good mood, and his words were not taken seriously, Zhen Zhenyang was even more angry.

The low-pitched voice swallowed back under Heron's gaze, but the curse did not diminish. "His Royal Highness is going to have a haircut, can't you be deaf one by one? Get off quickly, and come in the morning!

Several people fleeing in two wars.

Although he wanted to remind His Highness that it wasn't early in the morning, Heron complied with his wishes, dispelled the people, and tried to pick up the jade comb.

His usual hair style was simple, and his craft was not very good. After that, he helped his Highness comb for a while, and tore off several hairs.

Heron beat his heart, and timidly retracted his hand.

He can remember that Zhen Yunyang had hanged a niece because of the hair bundle, which shows that he took great care of his hair.

After many hesitations, Heron lowered her comb and gave up trying. "The clumsy hand, let's call the niece."

It was such a small refusal that annoyed His Highness again.

Zhen Xunyang put his face down, snatched the jade comb in his hand, threw it aside, and fell to the ground.

"No more combing!"

The roar gave Heron a headache. He gave his hand a second, and had to change to another wooden comb to hold his hair.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Xunyang was still full of anger, twisted his body, and pulled his hair back vigorously, unwilling to cooperate.

Heron grinds his teeth and feels that his patience is being worn away by his awkwardness. He wants to talk to others and persuade himself not to care about him, to take care of him carefully.

In order not to pull His Highness' hair, he made his movements as gentle as possible.

Obviously, this made Zhen Yunyang very comfortable. His scalp was slightly numb, and strands of hair were held in his hand by the gentleman, and then meticulously tied up. His frowning brows finally stretched.

After soothing the Buddha, Heron reluctantly changed his clothes for him, and then Zhen Yang was satisfied and willing to go out to the palace.

It was on this day that the message was given by the highness to the BMW awarded by the emperor to his husband.

Such treatment is not so common, it is enough to prove Tai Fu's weight in the heart of the seventh prince.

Others were full of Heron's teaching, His Royal Highness was generous and generous, but did not know that they had a lot of friction.

For example, in ordinary lectures, Zhen Heyang would be inexplicable whenever Heron talked about the emperor.

"The way of the emperor, followed by the technique of check and balance-"

He interrupted Heron impatiently. He had never thought of competing for that position. Why did Mr. So naturally instill this knowledge in advance?

"The eight characters haven't been put aside yet, His Royal Highness is not the most promising person to become emperor."

If the husband wants to teach an emperor so much, wouldn't it be faster to go directly to his elder brother?

Heron looked at his stern face, and he stopped talking, perhaps he was a little bit more eager, revealing his obvious intentions, and offended His Highness.

Seeing that the situation wasn't right, He Lang immediately closed his mouth and turned his tone, asking Zhen Yang to have a drink at night.

Thinking of not drinking for a long time, Zhen Xunyang agreed.

After the evening, Moon Shadow climbed up to the tip of the willow branch, and the sky also sank, with a deep color.

The moonlight is cold and the beauty is beautiful, but when there is no silver light with a temperature falling, it will inevitably make people feel lonely.

At this moment, the people who drink together are their only company.

Originally, Heron was going to bring an almond plum wine, but Zhen Liyang thought it was boring to drink these wines, and finally brought an own aging wine.

The wine was spicy at the entrance, Heron felt that his mouth was full of this wine for a moment, and he could not help smashing his mouth fiercely, making the pungent taste dull.

Looking at Zhen Xunyang again, he still looked at him with a smile.

Heron held the glass indifferently, took a sip, and watched the moon for himself.

The unnoticed Zhen Yunyang, like a child who was ignored, was slightly annoyed: "What's so beautiful about the moon, is your Highness half brilliant?"

Obviously he is the one who made the appointment, and thought he was famous, but it turned out to be so cold to him and made him drink alone?

Looking at the moon, the futuristic Taifu has a hazy figure, and the outline of the body is outlined by the silver edge, seemingly wantless, as confused as him.

Looking at him, Zhen Yangyang's heart gradually calmed down, and his eyes slightly looked, "What's the purpose of Mr.?"

Why treat him so well, like a treasure for a while, and then leave immediately? Why do you think for him everywhere but choose the road to seize power for him regardless of his wishes?

Such a fu is strange to him and wants to push him away, but the slightest resistance in his heart is because he fears this unprecedented danger.

Why did he know he wanted him to sit in a position that was uncomfortable to him? He was resentful, and he couldn't help but want to get closer.

Every time he talked back and made trouble, he inadvertently expected his scolding, and his eyes were vividly dyed by the color of anger, which was only watching him.

He is unwilling to acknowledge himself, enjoy the warmth of Tai Fu's pampering, and the pampering he cannot bear. Because he was always afraid, it would be a drowning poison, medicine that made him unable to stop drinking and quenching thirst.

The author has something to say: I feel that Xiao Gong is still very proud ...?

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