The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"What craft?" Yun Qiangyue asked.

"The old man will make Yangchun noodles." Rong Jing smiled.

"You and the people who just fell in love with Yangchun before they saved?" Yun Qingyue thought that the **** was really unprofitable. She thought about him and this kindness to save an old man.

"When I rescued him, I didn't know that he would make Yangchun noodles." Rong Jing sighed and stretched his hand to rub his forehead. It seemed very distressed. "I'm so bad in your heart?"

"You have never done anything good to me!" Yun Qingyue snorted, turned her head, and continued to look outside the courtyard. Isn’t it bad to treat her five-year-old rudely at the age of seven when she first met? Black heart and black lung are right about him.

"It seems that I have to do more good things to you in the future before you can change me. Otherwise, our children will be affected by you and think I am a bad person." Rong Jing hugged Yun Qianyue's slender body from behind, He rested his head on her neck and sighed with the faint fragrance on her body.

Yun Qianyue's face was ashamed again, "How old do you want a child? The bean sprouts haven't grown up yet! The bean sprouts don't grow well."

"Good looks!" Rong Jing said in a firm tone, "I'm almost crowned, you're almost done, we are already adults, we can have children!"

Yun Qianyue was speechless. She is only fifteen and he is only eighteen. This sad ancient time! She just wanted to talk, and saw an old man with wavy hair, ricketing and walking towards the door staggering, with two bowls of steaming noodles in her hand. She looked at Rong Jing, is this old man already eighty? Is he the old man?

"His name is Zhang Lao, eighty-two this year." Rong Jing said.

Yun Qingyue snorted and saw that the old man came trembling with two bowls of noodles and was about to fall at any time. She pushed away Rongjing to meet him, and Rongjing held her still, whispering: "Lao Zhang don't look at his old age, he has the toughest stature. As long as he can do the work he can do, he never uses his hands. It is useless when you go. It will only make him think you underestimate him."

Yun Qianyue immediately stopped.

"The herbs in this yard are all planted by Zhang Lao, and weeds are used to weed the herbs every day. There is a kind of herbal medicine that can't even be planted, but he planted it very well." Rong Jing whispered again.

Yun Qingyue wondered when Rong Jing's hands had seen incompetent people? Eighty-year-olds cannot be underestimated.

"Master, Xiaolaoer heard that you were here, and specially made two bowls of Yangchun noodles for you." At this time, Lao Zhang walked to the door and looked excitedly at it: "I heard you brought your wife, too. My little old man is blessed today. You can look at your wife. I thought I would not see your wife in my life!

Yun Qianyue's face turned a little bit red again. Who is he thinking about this old man listening to Rong Jing's wife? Is it a string song?

Rong Jing laughed lightly, let Yun Qingyue smile, and said to the outside, "I think your old man's Yangchun noodles are tasted. Bring your wife over to eat once. Come in!"

Yun Qingyue glared at Rongjing with a blush and whispered: "Don't yell!"

"What's that called?" Rong Jing asked softly.

Yun Qianyue blushed and said nothing.

Rong Jingxiao looked at her and admired her small, red face like smoke, and the dissatisfaction from her earlier dissipated in her red complexion. He bit her earlobe softly and said softly: "Since you are destined to be mine, then I have to drive right in advance."

The sensitivity from Yun Qianyue's ears made her tremble, and she still couldn't make Rong Jing's cheeky! Push him away, blushing and whispering: "Don't make trouble, people come in!"

Rong Jing let her go.

"Young Master hasn't been here for a long time!" Zhang Lao walked in with a smile on Yangchun noodles, put Yangchun noodles on the table first, Ricket stood up straight, looked at Yun Qianyue wide, and looked halfway. Praise: "This girl is so good! Shui Lingling. It's a blessing that the son can marry such a wife."

Yun Qianyue lowered her head, and was shyly praised by an old man for the first time.

"Lao Zhang, I suffered some injuries in the abdomen. You give me a bowl of medicine. You don't have to deliver it yourself. Just let Xing Ge come later." Rong Jingxiao looked at the old man.

"Okay, the little old man will go here. The son's body is so bad. He needs to be well reared. In the future, he will have a big fat boy." The elder immediately turned his head and walked with a smile.

"Must be well-adjusted!" Rong Jing smiled.

Yun Qianyue slammed him with his elbow, and when she heard him groan, she looked up blushingly and warned, "I still have the surname Yun! Don't spoil the girl's reputation."

"Today you are almost no longer surnamed Yun." Rong Jing's eyes swept around Yun Qiangyue, a little faint and authentic.

"Eating noodles!" Yun Qingyue blushed and walked to the table to sit down. Picking up the chopsticks, she smelled a bit of fragrant noodles. She took a bite, the noodles were not soft or hard, and her bones were just right. She praised, "Sure enough! The taste is better than the famous Yangchun noodle restaurant in Northern Xinjiang."

Rong Jing was approaching the table, heard the words, and walked to the table as if nothing happened. He picked up the chopsticks and ate a bite of noodles. He said slowly: "There is Zhang Laozai, the Yangchun noodle restaurant in northern Xinjiang. Can only be second."

"Huh!" Yun Qingyue nodded in agreement.

"So, if you want to eat Yangchun noodles in the future, don't go to North Xinjiang! Find Zhang Lao for you!" Rong Jing said again.

"Lao Zhang is so old, and he can't be a lifetime." Yun Qianyue lowered her head and didn't lift her. It wasn't that she was hungry. It was Yangchun Noodles that was really delicious. But Lao Zhang is 82, how long can he do?

"Lao Zhang can't do it all my life! I know some people love to eat, so I learned it a long time ago." Rong Jing said with a smile.

Yun Qingyue suddenly raised her eyes to see Rong Jing and saw him smiling at her. She blinked her head, lowered her head, suppressing the emotion in her heart, and hummed: "Don't use Xiao En Xiao Hui to bribe me. It doesn't work."

"I didn't bribe you, thinking about what you love will be eaten by our children in the future. So learn." Rong Jing's eyes fell on Yun Qingyue's slightly trembling eyelashes, and the smile was deep.

Yun Qianyue was speechless and moved to fly at once. She no longer speaks, thinking that there is a person who has this ability. The previous moment will make you moved to tears, and the next moment I want to take a brick and shoot him. Rongjing is such a person.

Rong Jing saw Yun Qiangyue no longer speak, but also smiled and noodles, no longer speak.

Xian Ge came over with a tray, and there were a few dishes in the tray. I saw that although the table was large enough to accommodate several people, Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue sat next to each other, and they acted the same way. Although he didn't speak, the house was surrounded by facial fragrances. The two were quiet and quiet. Although they could not see the sentiment flowing, it made people think that they had always lived like this. Chase the ten years of disguise under the Crown Prince.

Yun Qianyue saw the string song coming in, looked up at him, and continued to eat noodles.

Xian Ge gently put the dish down, turned around and went on. Not long after, he brought in another bowl of medicine and put it in front of Rong Jing. Rong Jing frowned. He looked at Yun Qianyue and saw that Yun Qianyue did not lift his head. He went on again. When I walked to the door, I couldn't help but say: "Miss Qingyue, my family doesn't like to drink medicine. You must let him drink it. He often drinks half and half."

"Well, I know." Yun Qingyue nodded, and Rong Jing drank half of the stink, she naturally knew that it was the year when Lord Rong and Princess Rong went, and she saw the disaster he suffered. Later, he lingered on the sickbed and had to drink herbal medicine every day. One day she sneaked into his house to see what he was doing, and found that he drank half of the medicine and poured the other half into the pot in front of the bed. Thinking of that great disaster, her face suddenly sank. The chopsticks in her hand were unconsciously forced by her, and the "click" shattered.

Rong Jing stunned, looking up at Yun Qiangyue, "What's wrong?"

Yun Qianyue threw the broken chopsticks in his hand, and picked up a pair of chopsticks again: "Remembered something!"

Rong Jing looked at her, "What's the matter?"

"Recalling that year you were assassinated after being aroused, and I saw the person who assassinated you." Yun Qianyue pursed her lips, her voice low and dark.

Rong Jing's expression moved, and the chopsticks in his hand couldn't help tightening, "That day you turned out to be hiding in a dark place to make a move?"

"Well!" Yun Qingyue nodded. "After all, I am five years old and still a child. Knowing that it is not his opponent, it made a movement. He fled immediately without hitting his second palm, but I did not go out because I know that although the man has left, he will not go too far, peeping at the movement in secret, wanting to see who was noticed. When I go out, I will definitely die."

Rong Jing did not speak, looking at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qingyue looked at the Yang Chun noodles in front of her suddenly suddenly tasteless. That year, that person was the beginning of Rong Jing's trauma for ten years. That year, she also felt small and powerless. It was the second time I was helpless after watching my mother leave. After returning home, she asked Grandpa to send Rong Jing a big repaying queen, shut herself in the room and practiced behind closed doors. She raised her eyes and saw Rongjing looking at her. She threw away her chopsticks, reached out to untie the collar on her neck, and gently pressed at the end of the collar. The collar snapped open a small slit and fell out of it. In the small bamboo tube, she handed it to Rong Jing, "This is what the person left. At that time, you were in the same state and it was difficult to protect yourself. I don't give it to you if you talk about revenge."

Rong Jing put down his chopsticks, reached for the bamboo tube, and watched carefully.

"Did you find anything?" Yun Qianyue looked at him.

"This is something from southern Xinjiang." Rong Jing said.

"Yes! It is the wood bamboo that Nanjiang used to cast spells. I later went to South Xinjiang deliberately. The common people of this kind of wood bamboo will not be used to cast spells. The only people who use it are the royal family of South Xinjiang. And it is still South Xinjiang. "Wang Ai is a vein." Yun Qingyue said.