The two returned to the Zhulin Xiaozhu.
Jian Diyue is cooking in the stove.
Swordsmen have to fill their stomachs before they can continue to study swordsmanship.
Yun Pian Pian was very conscious of being a teacher, so she took the initiative to become a cook and quickly cooked three dishes and one soup.
Bamboo shoots fried meat, ginger fish fillet, stir-fried woks, and a fresh mushroom soup.
The dish was served at one end, with a hot aroma, full of color and flavor.
The smell of fireworks blows across the face.
Jian Diyue has not been out of the bamboo forest for a long time, and he has smelled this kind of mundane atmosphere. In his heart, he only has the supreme swordsmanship. Although he does not avoid meat and vegetables on weekdays, the meals he cooks are just to fill his stomach, not delicious. any relationship.
Unexpectedly, in his lifetime, he would be able to relive the news, and eat this kind of home-cooked food that only appeared in his memory.
For more than seventy years, it has been too long for him to leave the world.
Jian Diyue couldn't help but eat two more bowls of rice.
Yun Pian Pian used chopsticks to clip a few pieces of fish to Bling Bling.
Bulling Bulling was hungry for almost a day and devoured it.
After the three of them finished eating, Yun Pianpian went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. This bamboo forest building was built by Jian Diyue's seclusion. He didn't like outsiders to visit, so he didn't set up a guest room, so Yun Pianpian and Xiao Changyuan could only sleep in a small room. in the stove.
Although Jian Diyue was withdrawn, she gave them two quilts, one for cushions and the other for cover. Yun Pianpian slept in the wild for several days, and missed the warm quilt very much. Lying in the quilt, Soon fell asleep.
Xiao Chang Yuan put the quilt over Yun Pian Pian's body, stretched out his hand to embrace Yun Pian Pian's shoulder, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Bling Bling slept at their feet, wrapping its furry tail around its body.
The moon is bright, and all sounds are silent.
Jian Diyue opened the door and walked into the yard.
Xiao Changyuan noticed Jian Diyue's movement as early as when Jian Diyue walked out of the door.
He opened his dark ink eyes, looked up at Yun Pianpian, the girl's eyes were closed, and she slept peacefully and softly, Xiao Changyuan carefully lifted the quilt, walked out of the stove, turned around, and closed the stove for Yun Pianpian. door.
"What is the senior calling me?"
Jian Diyue said: "How do you know that the old man is calling you?"
Xiao Changyuan said with a cold expression: "Senior doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, you can't just go out and enjoy the moonlight."
Jian Diyue paused . , said slowly: "Do you know where you lost in today's competition with this old man?" Xiao Changyuan said: "If you
lose in swordsmanship, you are not as good as your predecessors."
"That's not right."
Jian Diyue turned around. The cold sword energy fell on Xiao Changyuan.
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Amnesiac Tyrant's White Moonlight
Historical FictionYun Pianpian transmigrated into a novel and became a little palace maid on the background board. The system want her to become the tyrant's white moonlight. This tyrant Xiao Changyuan has a sinister temperament, violent, cruel, and cold. After the u...