The Leng Gong was not Leng Gong from the beginning.
There used to be a very nice name here, called Tangning Palace. It is said that more than fifty years ago, a concubine of the late emperor was only sixteen years old. Not long after she entered the palace, she was not summoned for more than ten days in a row. Fortunately, the palace lady said something to her behind her back. The words were accidentally overheard by her. The little girl grew up in fine clothes and fine food, and was raised by her family in the palm of her hand. How could she have ever experienced such a cowardly attitude? She was so aggrieved on the spot that she dropped her gold beans. She felt sentimental about the spring and autumn, and then quietly in the middle of the night. He hung silently at the palace gate.
Tangning Palace was originally remote, and with lush vegetation, it would be scary to hang someone suddenly. From then on, the late emperor never set foot in Tangning Palace again. The other concubines who were originally in this palace The people in the palace also moved around, and even if a new emperor succeeded to the throne later, they would not bother to repair the place. It gradually fell into disuse and decay, and it became a cold palace.
More than fifty years have passed, and the abandoned palace has become even more abandoned, and the lush vegetation has become even more prosperous. Shangguan Jinhong and Wuhua worked hard for more than half a month to repair it to a decent level.
Of course, the two of them were building the house they wanted to live in. They were also removing the weeds at the entrance of their yard. They could only work together to decorate a kitchen. They had no extra interest in being masons and taking care of other side halls. Also pack it out.
The new unlucky guy didn't have such strong hands-on skills, so the three of them could only squeeze into the deserted side hall. It was dark and full of rags, the bed was collapsed, and the tables, chairs and furnishings fell apart at the slightest touch. There are also all the unwanted garbage from other temples piled here. There is a big hole in the roof, the beams are crooked, half of the door fell off when it was opened, and even the spider webs are covered with a thick layer of dust.
There was grass growing in the floor tiles, and a snake was coiled among the piles of rotten wood, stretching its neck to devour a fat mouse.
In the evening, the sun sets and the grass fades.
Yang Muqing hugged the boy on the left and Fang's mother on the right. The three of them huddled in the corner and cried, holding each other's hands. It was extremely miserable. In the main hall courtyard not far away, waves of the aroma of food wafted.
The aroma was blown by the evening breeze and filtered in through the cracks in the window. People in the room made bowel sounds one after another.
The crying became even more pitiful.
Wu Hua’s cooking skills are unparalleled, but he can only cook vegetarian dishes. The steamed croaker and vinegar short ribs on the table are Shangguan Jinhong’s handiwork - they came from the imperial dining room.
Here I have to praise the game. Although many things have changed after restarting the copy, the harem map has not changed. What it was like before is still the same this time. This greatly facilitates the cold palace duo to go out. Restock.
Two people, six dishes, there are seasonal fruits and a bottle of home-brewed rice wine in the iceberg, a few bites of the dishes, and a sip of ice-cold wine, enjoying the cool evening breeze and the horizon. The red clouds and the willows in the square courtyard add a bit of poetry to the comfort.
Wuhua held the wine cup and chanted in a manly voice: "The fallen flowers have danced in front of the wind, and sent the evening rain again..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu don’t just follow me, you are wronged, it’s all my fault for hurting you. I’m useless. I can’t even get food back..."
The joys and sorrows of people are not the same. It was windy and rainy in the side hall, but Wuhua only felt that they were noisy.
"The courtyard is half red at dawn..."
"Ah ah ah ah, snake! Young master, be careful! Ah! Help!"
"Only the hairspring..."
"Xiao Xia Zi! Xiao Xia Zi, what's wrong with you! Don't scare me, open your eyes and look at me! I...I will help you suck out the poisonous blood!"
"No, Master! Cough!" Ahem, Young Master, Xiao Xia Zi can’t accompany you anymore. It’s Xiao Xia Zi’s blessing to be able to serve you. If there is an afterlife, Xiao Xia Zi I'm still willing to serve you..."
"No! Mother Fang, look at him, don't sleep, Xiao Xiazi!"
"Sir... I'm so hungry. ..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
"It's the smell of steamed yellow croaker and stir-fried lotus pond. It's a blessing to die smelling such a wonderful aroma, sir..." As he spoke, Xiao Xiazi let out a low cry and began to draw a long tune, babbling. sing Song: "I didn't have the support of my parents when I was young. It's all because the young master is as old as me. I didn't show respect and filial piety during my lifetime. I won't forget my kindness after my death. I cried thousands of times just for a piece of paper..."
无花: "..." I can't recite this poem anymore!
The crying became more and more sad, and paper money actually began to fall from the sky. Small white pieces of paper floated straight into the rice bowl. Two white candles suddenly appeared on the table. In this pleasant scenery There was a faint will-o'-the-wisp burning in the evening, which was extremely unlucky.
Shangguan Jinhong’s face darkened. His atmosphere skills were comparable to those of Yuan Shisan Limited’s Chinese music library. He always appeared very casual. He tried not to do anything these days, even though he had already He was under good control, but he was seduced by someone's howl of mourning.
He put down his chopsticks heavily and said dissatisfied: "Why do you think you provoke them?"
Wuhua looked innocent: "What does this have to do with me?"
Before he could finish his words, the leader of the Shangguan clan had already walked to the side hall with swift steps. After a while, the crying stopped.
......
The weak and unfortunate man and his two servants were trying their best to show off the rice in their mouths. They ate a plate of lotus pond stir-fry and a plate of braised mountain delicacies with just a few chopsticks. At the end of the day, it was as if he was afraid that Shangguan Jinhong would regret it.
"Thank you...Thank you so much, young master." Xiao Xiazi's eyes were red. As he ate, he flattened his mouth and dropped a few more drops of golden beans. He said with a smile, "I can do it." A full-blooded ghost can die with peace of mind. After I die... Wuwuwuwu..." As soon as he cried, Yang Muqing also cried. Fang's mother probably felt that she was unsocial if she didn't cry, so she also cried, and the three of them cried together again.
Shangguan Jinhong frowned in disgust and said lightly: "That's a cauliflower snake, non-venomous."
After a cry, three pairs of big watery eyes blinked innocently , Xiao Xiazi murmured: "But the young master said... said that is, that is..."
Yang Muqing whispered: "I also heard from the old man that the brighter the color of the snake, the more powerful the snake's venom..."
Shangguan Jinhong said coldly: "Stupid, your whole body will turn black after crossing the mountain. In terms of toxicity, it is the king of snakes, which shows that this statement is not true. ”
Yang Muqing asked curiously: "Then how to tell whether a snake is poisonous or not?"
Wuhua smiled and said: "If you let it bite you, if you are alive, it means it is not poisonous. If you die, It proves that it is poisonous.”
Yang Muqing was startled and said softly. : "Why should I be bitten by a snake?"
Wudao: "Since you don't want to be bitten by a snake, why do you care whether it is poisonous or not? Just stay away from it if you encounter it. How can it still chase it? You bite? Idiot.”
Yang Muqing felt that he might really be an idiot.
The meal was almost done, and the atmosphere was here. Yang Muqing felt that it was fate for everyone to get together here, and said with bright eyes: "No one can live in the side hall, can we sleep at your place tonight?"
< br>Wu Huadao: "No."
Shangguan Jinhong said: "Get out."
Yang Muqing: "... "
Xiao Xiazi couldn't see his young master being wronged, so he took courage and said, "Our young master turned out to be Zhaoyi! It wasn't you who stole the ice-cracked vase that caused him to lose his position and be imprisoned. This is a hell of a place, the young master doesn’t care about you anymore, but you are not even willing to take him in for one night! Are you still human?”
Wu Hua thought quickly and took advantage of the situation and said: "There are so many things lost in the palace, how come your young master has lost his position? It can be seen that the theft is just an introduction. In the final analysis, your young master fell in love with the wrong person and was treated as an outcast. Then he was left to fend for himself.”
Xiao Xiazi’s face suddenly turned red.
Shangguan Jinhong said: "Please tell me in detail, what is going on?"
Xiao Xiazi was about to speak, but Shangguan Jinhong made a silent gesture and looked towards Silent woman named Fang.
Yang Muqing and Xiao Xiazi both called her Mother Fang. This title was somewhat meaningful. If she was from the palace, they should call her "Chief Fang" or "Aunt Fang", but if she Why did the person Yang Muqing brought into the palace act so alienated from the two masters and servants?
Shangguan Jinhong has met countless people in his life, and he has never made any mistakes when it comes to looking at people, so he looked at Fang's mother, his eyes were neither fierce nor cold, but inexplicably made people feel breathless, and few people dared to look at them. Lie under his gaze.
"Tell me."
Yang Muqing and Xiao Xiazi froze at the same time, and Fang's mother was also stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth and made a series of indistinct sounds.
Looking carefully, half of the servant woman’s tongue was cut off! No wonder she never speaks!
She gestured, pointed to her tongue, then pointed to the east, made a bowing gesture, and then gestured randomly.
Wuhua and Shangguan Jinhong showed a little excitement at the same time.
Coming, coming! The game plot is here!
Shangguan Jinhong glanced at Wuhua. Wuhua understood. He stretched out his figure and disappeared. The leader of Shangguan Gang sat steadily, opened the live broadcast room steadily, and found the wonderful pen to make flowers. Group, apply for connection.
After a while, Huamanlou’s gentle and calm face appeared on the system screen.
He was quite surprised that Shangguan Jinhong came to his door, thinking that the game had indeed released a mission about "fan fiction" recently... Could it be that Shangguan Gang leader already knew that they had talked privately about him and his guy? Is there a story about the deputy’s development?
Hua Manlou suddenly felt ashamed, her face red all the way to her neck.
This expression fell in Shangguan Jinhong’s eyes, it was obviously a guilty conscience! He crushed the wine cup in his hand.
I just wanted to borrow his skills to use, but I didn’t expect there would be an unexpected gain!
(End of this chapter)