Chapter 72： Stew

It was night, two people lying on the spacious stone bed, the time under house arrest was really difficult, the work was also practiced, the rice was eaten, and nothing else could be done.

Walking around, it is such a large cave, Chu Jingning is quiet, but it is still good, but the ink is not the same, he really feels like a year.

"Oh, bored, bored, what to play? What to play?"

Chu night Ning closed his eyes: "Sleep."

"It’s still very early." The ink burned a drip and shook his head. "It’s very early."

Chu night Ning ignored him.

The ink burned a few rolls on the bed and suddenly pulled his face.

"Younger brother."

"..."

"Teacher~"

"..."

"Teacher!!"

Chu night Ning slammed his eyes and angered: "What to do!"

The ink burned and brazenly pulled his hand and swayed back and forth: "Play with me."

"...In the end, are you a younger brother or I am a younger brother?" Chu night was so unbearable, he opened his hand. "Who is accompanying you!"

The ink burned sweetly, and it was very shameless. He said: "Of course you are accompanying me. Otherwise, who else?"

Chu nightning: "..."

The hair band is removed from the ink burner. The narrow red one is tied at both ends and stretched between the fingers to form a unique knot.

In the end, Chu Jingning still sat up from the bed. Nothing tempered to ask: "What is this? How to play?"

"This is a flower rope. Girls play more, boys usually don't play this, but I didn't grow up in Lefang before? There are so many girls there, so I learned."

"..."

"In fact, it's quite interesting. You look at it, you come to hook this line to your finger... No, it's not this, it's a little finger, um, that's it. Then the thumb and forefinger hook the two lines over there... ..." The ink burned slowly and whispered, very patient and very peaceful.

The candlelight slammed, the warm yellow halo reflected their figure, big and small, bowed down around the red line that was wrapped around the hairline, and each other's expression could not withstand the gentleness.

Chu Xiaoning's hand stretched the line. He walked around the pattern under the smoldering fingertips. The cold line was not wrong. When the red line changed hands, it did not pull out the new style as expected, but it was again turned into a prototype. Simple and simple.

He looked at it, his hand still in the air, but he muttered inconspicuously: "How is it scattered? How can this be..."

"Haha, you are wrong again."

"... come again."

"If you don't come, you can't come." The ink burned and laughed. "It's always boring to play, change something else."

"No." This time, I wouldn't be happy to change the night, "I will come again."

"..."

The two stayed in the cave for three days. On the fourth night, the smoldering was routinely prepared to give Chu Yuning something delicious. In these few days, he has already figured out some doorways. His younger brother and master are really fellow countrymen, and the joy of eating is exactly the same.

Tonight, the feathers are sent by a hen and a few mushrooms. Ink burning is going to cook a pot of fresh mushroom chicken soup, plus some of the noodles that you have made, the taste will not be too bad.

"Drinking chicken soup at night?"

"Yeah." The ink burned and he went to see the night. Although this child has a talent in martial arts, but he is completely unable to find the doorway of the flower rope, but a rib is particularly dead-hearted. If you have nothing, take the root rope on your hand and the stubborn look is also I can’t help but laugh.

Ink burned and said: "You sit and play slowly, but I am afraid that my soup is stewed, but you have not studied the rope."

Chu night Ning coldly slammed, paused, faintly said: "There are ingredients left in the left, can have ginger?"

"I look at...hey, some, especially, I gave a bunch of **** yesterday."

Chu Xiuning said with satisfaction: "Let's put some more in and go."

The ink burned his chin: "Oh... wouldn't you have to put some dice?"

Chu night Ning shines: "Is there?"

"Oh. Of course not. I just think that you are really like the taste of the master. He also loves to put **** on the soup and let it go."

"...Do you remember what he loves?"

"Haha, yeah yeah, I am smart." The ink is too lazy to explain. I can't talk to the younger brother about past and present life. Then I followed the pole and said, "I am a twenty-four filial piety brother. Unfortunately, the master can't see my heart, and I admire it."

When the ink burned, he began to deal with poultry meat, so he missed the look of Chu Yuening perfectly. He pulled the hair out of the organ and was preparing to boil water to the blood. At this time, he heard the younger brother whisper: "He may not know it."

"What?"

Chu night, seeing the ink burned his head, suddenly the red tip of the ear, turned his head and coughed a few times, said: "I said that you are waiting for the elders of Yu Heng, he may not know."

"Oh, this is okay, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I am used to it, although sometimes I have thought that he can talk to me like someone else's master, or occasionally like me know what he likes to eat. Just like, knowing what I like is fine. But that's all in the past. When I first got started, I was blinded by his beautiful skin and thought he was a gentle person. Now think about it... oh, His old man is unattainable, and I dare to enter his eyes, haha, hahaha."

Chu night Ning heard the words, this is a bit angry, but think carefully, although he is concerned about the ink burning on weekdays, but he always puts on an alienation posture, and he is angered and becomes embarrassed, and he silently whispers. After a while, jumping off the bed, silently went to the side of the ink.

"doing what?"

"You have been doing it for a few days, and today's is simple, let me do it for you."

When the ink burned, he smiled and said: "How come suddenly? You are a little man, how do you cook? Even the stove is not enough. Not to mention I am your brother, since you have called me like this, a few What is the meal?"

Chu Xiaoning moved over the bench and stood on the stool without any sound, looking at him stubbornly.

Ink burns: "...what do you want me to do?"

"You see that I am not enough to get the stove."

"..."

"The elders of Yuheng don't know what you like to eat, but I don't have the same conscience as he is." Chu night Ning no expression, "Let's take a break, I will cook for you."

Busy for a long time, Chu nightning does not let the ink burn hands, but the momentum of the eyes of the corpse of the knives of the knives of the knives, the expression of the hens, the method of rigidity, the scene is unbearable.

I still want to take the handle, but the younger brother’s stench and temper are also very similar. When I concentrate on doing things, I hate people’s interruptions. After a few hours of self-deprecation, the smoldering has to scratch my head and lie in bed. It is.

The chicken finally got out of the pot, and Chu Yuning put on the mud cover of the soup pot, and turned around and just wanted to say something to the ink, and suddenly heard a soft voice from the door of the hole.

"A burning, Xia Shidi, are you there?"

When the ink burned and heard the sound, if it was struck by lightning, he jumped out of bed and rushed to the door. Through the gap, he first saw a feathery person standing outside, but his eyes turned slightly and he saw behind her. The teacher was white, and stood sullenly, and couldn’t help but overjoyed: "Yi! You... how come you?"

"I have something to say to you." Shi said, "The Lord has received a singer and came to Taohuayuan. At the moment, he is negotiating with the Yu people. How are you, can these days suffer?"

"I am so good, I can eat and drink and jump." The ink burned and asked, "What about the Master? Where are others?"

"I said that I am still in the process of retreating and not coming."

"Oh..." The smoldering eyes flashed, and he sighed at random, muttering to himself, "If you don't come... don't come."

"But when the elders arrived, they said that they were to guarantee Xia Shidi." Shi Yan asked, "Is Xia Shidi sleeping?"

Ink burning: "No, he is stewing. Teacher - you are coming over!"

Chu Xiaoning put down the small bamboo fan of the campfire, went to the door, looked at the two people outside, and there was no unexpected expression, faintly said: "What happened?"

When the teacher did not speak, he listened to the first snoring and asked: "It’s not the people who died in your life. Your master said that you want to protect you, and we are doing business with our sages."

"...I am Master?"

"Hey elders."

"Oh." Chu night Ning paused, no expression, "very good."

The pop-up mouth said, "You two come out, everyone has been gathered in the drinking hall, waiting to listen to the two explanations."

Chu Xiaoning looked back at the stewed chicken soup and said, "I don't go, the soup is half cooked, I can't walk. The ink burns, you say it for me."

The people heard that the heart was really a child who was still stinking. The speech was so unreliable, so he sneered and scared him: "If you don't go, you will miss the opportunity to defend. If you sentenced you to kill the 18 girls, That is to kill people and save their lives."

Unexpectedly, Chu Jingning listened a little bit not afraid. Instead, he looked indifferent, and gave him a cold look. He turned and left.

The teacher was waiting to stop him, but the ink burned and smiled and shook his head: "Let him, I will go."

"But the elders came from afar. He didn't greet him. He lost the number of gifts..."

When the ink burned was not yet opened, I heard that the night of Ning was far away: "Mr. Brother, you will say hello to the Master on my behalf."

"..." The whispering of his own words was actually heard by him. The teacher couldn’t help but feel awkward, clearing the scorpion, and when the feathers opened the thorns outside the prison hole, they pulled the ink and prepared to leave.

At this time, Chu nightning turned back and called him: "Brother."

"The younger brother changed his mind and wanted to go with me?" asked the ink.

Chu night Ning small short hand waved the sleeves of the dress: "I don't want to go. Come over and scream at you, remember to come back earlier, the soup is cold late, not good."

The ink burned for a moment, and laughed and said: "Okay, then you wait for me."

"Yeah." Chu Yuening stopped talking, but the ink burned away, and the figure disappeared at the corner. He turned his head and concentrated on the soup.

The drink and the pavilion are not far from the prison hole. On the way to the past, the teacher asked the intentionally or unintentionally: "A fire, you seem to be familiar with Xia Shidi these days?"

The ink burned and laughed: "Yes, I am also suffering with him. How can the teacher not eat the vinegar of the child?"

"……nonsense."

"Ha ha ha, the teacher does not have to worry, my favorite, or the teacher, will not change."

"...no more nonsense, I just think that Xia Shidi is a bit strange..."

"Strange? Oh..." The ink burned and thought, nodded. "He is very strange."

"Do you think too?"

"Yeah." Ink smirked. "Small age speeches are like the adults, and the mana is not to be underestimated. In addition, the things I encountered in the illusion are even more bizarre. I haven't had time to tell you. Do you know?" I suspect that he and our teachers are distant relatives."

The teacher twitched and asked, "How do you say this?"

"We saw a person in the illusion. It was the son of the Guardian of Lin'an City two hundred years ago. It is also surnamed Chu. It looks like a special statue. He has a son and looks like..."

I was about to talk about the key points. Suddenly I heard the sound of a curse in front of me. I looked up and saw that Xue Meng’s face was full of anger and struggling. The mouth kept cursing: “The beast! The beast! Dog stuff!"

The author has something to say:

Feeding the fish: Why is the Master still not falling off? I want to restore the master version to the adult version.

Meat package: He can return to the adult version of the body type, can I still carry out the plot? I am keeping you and him in a small black house, and he is a shell of Zhengtai. Otherwise, wouldn't I have to simmer Nima's 10,000 words of meat? You still want to eat meat in this performance? Dream of you, spicy chicken.