Chapter 946

The attic is divided into two floors. The top floor is a French window. When you open the window, you can see the coast in the distance.

The young man stood respectfully at the door and said to song Ningyu, "please go up to the second floor."

The room is very tidy. There is only one table and four chairs. There is a big jar in the house, in which there is a big turtle.

There is nothing else.

As the boy went all the way to the second floor, he could vaguely smell the fragrance of peach blossoms on the second floor. At first glance, there was a short collapse. A man was sitting on the short collapse, with a long Zheng on his leg, playing slowly.

He was wearing a light gray robe with a tall and powerful back. Listening to the footsteps behind him, he slowly stopped the sound in his hand. The boy went forward, took the Zheng and put it on the table on the big balcony outside.

"Long time no see." the man looked back and smiled at Song Ningyu and Gong Zilin.

Gong Zilin subconsciously held song Ningyu behind him, and his eyebrows became a little fierce: "Gong Qingyue!"

"Sit down." his eyes swept over song Ningyu's bulging stomach, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes. The woman, who should have been him, let her swim into someone else's pond by letting her go.

"No, we'll go back now..."

"Why is Tang Huang so unsure of himself?" Gong Qingyue naturally began to pour tea, with elegant and quiet movements.

Song Ningyu took Gong Zilin's hand and sat in front of Gong Qingyue: "I've seen you in Baili divine valley."

Gong Qingyue has a good set of tea making skills. These skillful actions can be seen at a glance. After years of grinding, all the stiffness has been worn off, and finally become elegant and decent like clouds and flowing water.

"When I wanted to go to the northern region, I stumbled into the hundred mile divine valley. I happened to know some medical skills and became a doctor." Gong Qingyue avoided the important and took the light.

"I always thought that the emperor must have many unwillingness, but when I saw all kinds of things after Gong Zilin ascended the throne, I realized that it was man-made, and I actually asked for all my unwillingness." what helpless? If he had insisted on marrying song Ningyu, no one would have stopped him, and song Ningyu might not have refused to marry.

Gong Zilin held song Ningyu's hand tightly: "even if you want to understand now, it's too late."

Gong Qingyue poured song Ningyu a cup of boiling water and pushed it in front of her: "after three years of tea practice, it's OK, but unfortunately, you can't taste it if you are pregnant."

The room became a little quiet. Song Ningyu looked down at the boiling water in his hand, and a warm smile opened on his lips: "I am Ningyu emperor, and you are my people. If you are summoned to cook tea, can you resist orders?"

Gong Qingyue held a tea cup and smiled: "grass people don't have the reason to disobey orders."

Two people talk and talk like friends for many years. In fact, they are just friends for many years. As Gong Qingyue knew, it was impossible for him and her now, so his heart became extraordinarily calm.

Gong Zilin looked calm and stared at the tea on the table.

"You don't have to be hostile to me. The past is like the wind. I've put down what should be forgotten and put down. Only this poetic and pastoral life is what I want."

He brushed his robe and called softly into the room, "Alan, come out and meet my friend."

Alan was a girl who couldn't speak. She blinked her eyes and blessed song Ningyu and Gong Zilin slightly. She put several stacks of cakes on the table, motioned to song Ningyu to eat.

"She can't speak, but it doesn't matter. I love quiet." Gong Qingyue smiled a little soft on her lips, stretched out her hand and wiped a little white flour on Alan's face. Alan lowered his head shyly.

Song Ningyu tasted a piece of cake. Her eyes were bright and gave a thumbs up to miss Alan: "well, it's delicious. It's better than what I eat at home. Miss Alan, why don't you teach me?"

Alan nodded shyly and pointed to her stomach. How many months has it been?

Song Ningyu made a gesture to Alan for six minutes. They helped each other down the stairs slowly.

Gong Zilin's eyes never left song Ningyu, and his tightly wrinkled eyebrows never loosened.

Gong Qingyue smiled at Gong Zilin and said, "it's getting late. Why don't you stay for two days?"

"I'll go and see her." Gong Zilin warmed his tone, drank the tea poured on the table, turned and hurried downstairs.

In the downstairs kitchen, song Ningyu was mixing noodles, while Alan girl was silently pointing her, pouring water into the basin of half dough and half flour from time to time.

"Is there anyone? Ning Yu? Your majesty, are you in there?" kan Hua shouted at the peach blossom stronghold. Song Ningyu's hand was full of flour. He poked his head out of the kitchen and saw the visitor's face slightly black.

All the people poured in. Eight people stood at the door with a mighty posture.

Seeing that song Ningyu knew them, the young man opened the door and let them in.

The originally quiet kitchen was suddenly crowded with girls. Xiao Baobao curiously grabbed a small dough, rubbed it over and giggled. LAN Rou and the little doctor are constantly adding water to the flour. Kan Hua sprinkles a handful of flour here and there. The scene is unprecedented chaos.

Ouyang Huo knew Gong Qingyue. At that time, Gong Qingyue ascended the throne. He also went there once. Now again, it has been many years. They are no longer emperors.

Fengwu had nothing to do. She also wandered into the kitchen with Gong Zilin and looked at her mother's wayward appearance.

The dough in Alan's basin is very exquisite. As for the others, don't mention it!

Ouyang Huo sighed while drinking the tea made by Gong Qingyue: "unexpectedly, we still have a day to meet. I was surprised when you abdicated."

Gong Qingyue filled ouyanghuo's tea with a smile: "I was surprised the day when Hongmeng emperor was defeated." automatic abdication is always better than defeat.

"It's all the past years. Don't put it forward." the two held tea lanterns, touched glasses and smiled at each other. With the end of the world, no one should laugh at anyone's past.

Song Ningyu's dough of flour and finally became a pot of porridge. Gong Zilin really couldn't see it anymore. He pulled song Ningyu aside and hated iron and steel: "look here and make it for you."

As soon as Gong Zilin intervened, the dough looked much better. Alan clicked it with his fingers from time to time and tossed it down. The dough was pinched out. After layers of processes, Alan put everyone's dough into the pot and steamed it.

The kitchen is the world of women. It's good, but it doesn't include those women who don't work hard, especially lanrou, who can only eat.

Song Ningyu shook out from the inside with a stomach. Gong Zilin followed her and patted the white flour on her. He was busy.