MTL - A Seductive Gentleman-Chapter 115 Grand Banquet (Forty-two)

Huai Yu hugged him, and Ming Changyan emptied a hand and poked it on his cheek.

"You laugh one more. I don't usually see you laughing."

In fact, Huai Yu usually laughs a lot.

The reason why Ming Changyan said so was that Huaiyu felt too stable. High weight, young age, but always do not expose his emotions, over time, even if he laughed, the long feast will not be remembered.

Huaiyu tightened his arms and embraced the Ming feast in his arms.

The Ming banquet was held firmly by him, but he was restless. East and west, a moment, can't stop.

Simply, Huaiyu raised his hand and caught his two messy hands.

"You don't mess around."

Ming Chang Yan laughed and asked knowingly: "Why? Why can't I move? Why?"

After all, Huaiyu looked ambiguous.

"Xiao Guoxiang, you are not sincere."

Huai Yu vacated the other hand and held Ming Changyan's legs to stop him from messing around.

At the same time, he said, "Not tonight."

"I was rejected." Ming Changyan sighed, his eyes rolled a few times, and finally settled on Huaiyu, very wronged, "Huaiyu, you are so cold."

Huai Yu didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and he was a little flustered.

"Not this time. I owe it first, and I'll ask for it next time."

Ming Chang Yan laughed and said, "That's no way. There is no such shop after this village. But, don't you really want it?"

The two leaned close together, and every time the Ming Changyan slept, they would hug him very hard. Therefore, no change in Huaiyu can escape his feelings.

Ming Changyan smiled even more slyly, like a fox, pressing lightly with his knees.

Huai Yu was black and covered all the quilts on his head.

"Sleep me."

Suddenly, the Ming feast yelled a few times.

Huaiyu worried that he was out of breath and opened the quilt again.

The face of Ming Changyan is particularly prone to redness, especially when it is suffocating in the quilt, and it only takes a moment to suffocate, and the face is not red.

He quickly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, go to bed and sleep, I won't come. Please forgive me. Huaiyu."

Huai Yu explained: "The evil spirits of Cang Sheng Ling are extraordinary. Your current body is not suitable ..."

He didn't finish the next word.

Ming Changyan heard what he meant, and this time, it was a bit unsettling. However, to say so, two days ago, I was not in a bedkill.

He quickly closed his eyes and plunged into the arms of the other, saying nothing, saying he was going to sleep.

The decisive battle of the feast of the feast is the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow will be used to clean up the site of the Taiwei Temple. Today's battle was not affected during the day. At night, the body of the Ming Changyan was really bad. After taking a medicated bath, I feel better. Now I am lying in Huaiyu's arms and I don't feel any discomfort.

In the early morning of the second day, you don't need to get up early, and you will wake up to sleep naturally. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was gloomy, which gave him the illusion that the sky was not very bright.

He was a little surprised and secretly said: Why did I sleep for so long, the sky outside has not yet dawned.

Jumped out of bed and froze on the cold ground. Ming Changyan took a breath of air, and her pale calf retracted into bed. After touching the bedside for a long time, he found a few clothes and put them on, and put on shoes and socks, and then got out of bed.

Opening the curtain, outside the ninety-nine palace, heavy snow covered Kyoto.

The original red walls and green tiles are now white and very spectacular.

"It's snowing."

Ming Changyan sighed, turning his head to see a bowl of goat milk on the table. Hot and not cold.

There was a box of rice noodles on the side. Ming Changyan poured a small half of the bowl into the goat's milk, stirred it a few times with a spoon, and made a bowl of milk paste.

When Huaiyu came back from the outside, the Ming feast was taking the last bite.

With a creamy white paste on his mouth, he wiped as he ate and saw Huaiyu, and asked, "Where have you been?"

Huai Yu: "What are you eating?"

When he went out, he clearly instructed his subordinates to leave him with a bowl of hot goat milk to warm his stomach. How did this man eat solid objects?

Ming Chang Yan explained: "I saw rice noodles on your table, so I ate it with a bowl of milk paste. You haven't eaten this in Central Plains. When I was a kid, I was kept in the room without food, so I drank this.

He got hungry in the morning, how could he be full with just a bowl of milk.

Huai Yu said, "I'll ask someone to prepare meals."

Ninety-nine palace has a separate kitchenette. According to Huaiyu's pickiness, meals will only be more expensive than the emperor.

While waiting for dinner, Huaiyu cut off his messy clothes and put them on again. The charcoal fire in the room was re-ignited, and when Ming Changyan saw it, he muttered in his heart: No wonder it was just so cold. It turned out that the charcoal fire was out.

The room gradually warmed.

Huaiyu closed the window and isolated the heavy snow outside.

The feast of the Ming dynasty was full of food and drink, and had strength. I can't take it easy and want to go to the palace. Turning to the yellow calendar, Ming Changyan was surprised: "Is it heavy snow today?"

Huai Yu said: "Yes. There is a family dinner today."

Ming Chang feast said: "Are the family feast of the palace, you also want to go?"

Huai Yu nodded: "Except me. Chu Zhizheng will also be present."

Ming Chang Ban: "I know that the emperor's relatives have always been many. Where is the family feast held? Since Chu Zhiyi is coming, we must guard him.

Huai Yu: "It's been set."

Ming Changyan laughed: "It's very good. Although he doesn't need to be killed now, it's more than enough to scare him. He must think we have a grand banquet waiting for him."

After speaking, he asked again, "However, can the emperor participate in a family dinner? Last time I looked at him, it was almost over."

Directly, Huaiyu said, "After taking the medicine, he can get out of bed temporarily, and it looks like normal people."

Ming Chang Yan immediately understood the meaning.

"I get it. Come back and look back."

After a while, the long feast of Ming Dynasty wanted to get out of bed again. Huai Yu did not let him sleep anymore.

Ming Changyan stretched his waist and had no strength. Looking out the window, the snow stopped. In the palace gallery below the 99th Palace, the palace ladies stood in two rows, chatting while clearing the road.

He propped his chin and looked at the window for a long time. Huaiyu asked, "Do you want to go out?"

The Ming Changyan didn't really want to go out.

However, he did not go out, and someone came to the door.

Three minutes after noon, a red dumpling appeared in the snow and ice, and was rolling towards the 99th Palace.

The Ming banquet became more and more familiar as it became more familiar. Without a scent of incense, the red dumplings took off the cloak outside and exposed a familiar face.

Grandma.

"Long feast tomorrow! Where are you, come out and play with me!"

Da da da, non-stop running upstairs in small boots. Grandma's voice was crisp and immediately echoed in the ninety-ninth house.

The long feast of the Ming dynasty already loved Grandma very much. Later, after learning that she is a sister of Huaiyu, this love has taken another level, and it can be regarded as a bottomless pamper.

"Auntie, don't be afraid to flash your waist so fast."

He replied and saw Grandma pushed open the door, shaking off the snow flakes left on him.

"Wow, it's the first time that the 99th Palace is so warm. Don't stay in the room. Come and teach me some tricks!"

As soon as this was said, she ran in, saw Huai Yu, and disappeared immediately.

He shouted obediently, "Brother Huaiyu."

Huaiyu nodded.

Grandma frowned at Ming Changyan, looking like she was talking to Ming Changyan alone.

With the presence of Huaiyu, she did not dare to pretend.

The feast of the Ming dynasty was a blessing to the soul, and he grinned, "Well, what martial arts do you want to learn, first say yes, I will not teach you the sword and the gun."

Grandma said, "Oh, you can teach me both."

The long feast of Ming Dynasty put on his jacket, and together with the grandma, the two calmly walked out of the door.

As soon as he took a step, he was caught by Huaiyu.

Ming Changyan folded his hands together: "You don't see it."

Huai Yu expressionless: "No."

The long feast of the Ming sighed: "Then you come with us. The house feast of the palace does not require you to worry about it."

After talking, I suddenly remembered that this is the Royal Palace.

When the feast of the Ming dynasty came to an end, he quickly snored and sighed, and returned to his old state, "Brother Huaiyu, you covered me."

Huai Yu froze.

The two remembered at the same time that a year ago, when the Ming feast had just arrived at the palace. Pretending to be a woman, followed Huaiyu dead-faced, and spit a "brother" so unskillfully. When he lost all his martial arts, he wrapped around Huaiyu and asked the other person to cover him, saying that he would deliver tea to Huaiyu, telling himself to go west and never to east. But in fact, Huaiyu was taking care of him all the time.

Ming Changyan's half-dead body also made him unable to move stones. A fall in a glass of water could make Huaiyu's face dark.

Today, although he restored the Forbidden City, he remembers his future and is very novel. When he was called "Brother Huaiyu", his excitement was greater than his face.

At that time, Ming Shaoxia also let go of his ruthless words in his heart. If he recovered his martial arts later, he must teach this stupid boy severely. Fortunately, Huai Yu was not heard, although I said that I really tried very hard to make friends with Huai Yu and to have a good relationship.

Who knows, went to bed.

It can be seen that Ming Shaoxia really worked very hard for this, and overworked.

Grandma heard that the long banquet was called Huai Yu and called "brother", so she didn't understand.

At the same time, he glanced at Huaiyu again.

Huaiyu seemed to be in a good mood. He was relieved and had less strength in his hands. It seemed to be the unifying Ming feast and the grandmother took out to happily.

Grandma didn't understand the truth, and dragged Ming Changyan into Taohuayuan.

It was midwinter, and Taohuayuan had no peach blossoms.

Ming Changyan couldn't help asking: "Why are you whimpering today, thinking about asking me to learn kung fu?"

Grandma was embarrassed, and said 151: "It's because of the family dinner tonight."

Ming banquet is interested: "What happened to the family banquet?"

Grandma sighed longly: "It's a long story at this time."

Ming long feast said: "Then you talk short."

Grandma said slowly.

Actually speaking, it is not a big deal. Daxue's family banquet, kissed the relatives of the emperor, and usually could not see each other. The prince, the lord of the county, and the grandfather of the country who couldn't hit eight poles all came out today. No matter it is the emperor or the common people, as long as the family is together, one problem cannot be avoided: the schoolwork of the children.

Grandma is most afraid of this.

Her schoolwork is average, and she still speaks of the past. I was just annoyed when those uncles and uncles wanted to look at her piano, chess, poems and paintings. Grandma was unremarkable in this respect, and the only thing she could do was fist. The emperor regarded her as a pearl in her palm, holding it in her hand and fear of falling, and holding her in her mouth, even if the grandmother could not do anything, the emperor still loved it, and during the festival, she could not help but show the grandmother. .

The children of other princes are familiar with four books and five classics, and they are exported into chapters. The emperor displayed a grandma, and she made a poem, and took it out to look at shit. Anyway, he is an emperor, and even if it does n’t work anymore, everyone will be quarreled if he looks at it. Grandma was blushed with shameless praise, but the emperor took it seriously. More and more I feel that my daughter is bright and lively, really a fairy on earth.

The emperor is not ashamed, she is ashamed.

Uncle Prince still has children. Everyone is genuine and excellent, but she is a touted person. Therefore, every time she comes to a banquet, it becomes the grandmother's biggest headache.

This year, he was diligent in having fun, and Grandma had forgotten all the time left. I got up in the morning and remembered that it was a family feast tonight. I ran to the 99th Palace in a hurry to find the Ming Chang Ban to make up for it. Fortunately, she made a coincidence. .

Did not see Duan Yan, Ming Chang Yan asked casually: "Where is Duan Yan?"

As soon as the voice fell, Duan Ye arrived.

Grandma explained, "I shouted to buy Jianghu Daily."

Ming Chang Yan Yue said: "Can't see, why are you suddenly interested in this?"

Grandma snorted and said, "That's because Duan Duan also participated in that big feast, and I have to observe the situation!"

Duan Yan just said, Grandma ran to his arms. She froze with red hands, and dug into Duan's body. Duan's body covered her hand subconsciously. Grandma took two times and quickly took the newspaper down.

In addition to Jianghu Daily, various small newspapers of various types also bought a stack.

Ming Changyan came together: "I see what I wrote."

As soon as they saw it, Grandma's brow frowned immediately.

In the newspaper, it was all about Zhou Yi's defeat. In addition, those who advocate that there will be no more warriors in Wulin of Central Plains will probably change the sky.

Because of Zhou Zheng's incident, Central Plains is like overturning a ship. It is conceivable how much pressure Zhou Zhou is under at this moment. Not to mention, he is still seriously injured in bed by Aga ’s palace. If he wakes up and learns about it and understands him through the Ming feast, this person will never give up, maybe he will lead the soldiers directly to the door. Get back face.

Jianghu Daily is a Central Plains orthodox newspaper, and it is relatively vague. For those small newspapers, the government has no control, and the forces of various countries are mixed in them. Articles with guns and sticks abound. If you look at them casually, you can get angry and roll over, and faint.

Immediately afterwards, the banquet of the Ming Dynasty saw the first page of one of the newspapers, only to say that the Central Plains should hand over the Cangsheng order, and emphasized that they were no longer qualified to keep the orderly sword.

Over and over again, newspaper articles are the same, all inflammatory articles and rumors.

The more he looked, the tighter his brows were.

The paper has developed into such a hot and hot appearance. It is not difficult to imagine what is happening now in the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

It seems that this large-scale incitement must be behind the scenes, in order to build momentum for the foreign states, so that tomorrow's unrest will be taken for granted. It seems that it is an inevitable thing for them to occupy the Central Plains.

Grandma couldn't hold her breath and dropped the newspaper.

Ming Changyan turned his head immediately and looked at Huaiyu.

Huaiyu held his shoulder and said, "You just need to play normally."

Listening to the long feast of the Ming Dynasty, there is a lot of peace of mind.

The author has something to say: the tranquility before the storm ...

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