Chapter 11 chapter Ten

On the day when Feng Jiu recovered from her hand injury and was able to lift a spatula, she calculated with her fingers that it was time for the Lord Xize to return to Qinan Shrine. In Shuiyuetan, she once boasted with Xize that she was the best at making honey.In Qingqiu Wuhuang, her culinary skill is what she excels at the most. It's a pity that she hurt her hand a few days ago and can't show it off.Pharmacist Fang removed the gauze for her, and she immediately rushed to the small kitchen full of energy and whirlwind.But what should this honey be like? Well, in the whole world, if any sensible person wants to like a beast, he should naturally like a fox.She selfishly thought that Xize was knowledgeable.She was very confident in her original fox body, so she simply burned a little fox model to compare with her original body.When the syrup is boiled out, hum a little song and pour the boiled syrup into the mold, then pour it out when it is cold, and it becomes an intangible sugar fox.Each sugar fox is threaded with a thin stick for easy access.

She made ten incomprehensible sugar foxes, packed them neatly, and prepared a letter to Xize asking him to lie a few days ago, ordering Chacha to be sent to Qinan Shrine as soon as possible, and handed over to Xize.In the words, I wished Chacha: "Compared with sugar and letter, letter is more important. If you encounter any major events, you can give up sugar to guarantee letter." Chacha looked at her eyes with a trace of doubt, then a trace of surprise, a trace of comfort, and a trace of joy. She heard a little servant accompanying Chacha ask inexplicably, "Why is the letter more important?"

Chacha had already walked to the moon gate, and she didn't hear what she said under her throat, as if to say: "It's the first time His Highness wrote this kind of letter to Lord Shenjun, so naturally the letter is more important." Feng Jiu scratched her head and went back to the bedroom, wanting to go back to lie down again, that kind of letter, what kind of letter is that kind of letter?A little palace maid unexpectedly has more knowledge than herself, and knows what kind of letter is.After all, what is that kind of letter? Su Mo came over at Ye Youshi, with a hasty look on his face, saying that Xize called urgently and that he needed to go to Qinan Shrine. Alan Ruo's letter to Shen Ye guessed that she hadn't moved yet. A letter can be sent to Mengchunyuan in two or three days.

Feng Jiu did not make any movement yet, secretly sighing that Mo Shao is really her bosom friend.Although it is a bit strange, Su Moye, as an expert outside the valley, even the Lord would give him a little face, and he could not be summoned by Xize, but he was overjoyed when he saw the twenty letters in front of him. , Temporarily dispelled her doubts. The class she hated most when she was a child was Buddhism, and secondly, she hated her master for asking her to write articles.Mo Shao's act of righteousness made him momentarily unparalleled in her heart, and she almost bounced all the way to respectfully send him out of the princess mansion.

Taking advantage of the willow twigs in the moonlight, Feng Jiu brought the old housekeeper to deliver the first letter to Meng Chunyuan. For dinner, she drank a bowl of porridge and half a cake, and was about to pack up and rest, when a little boy stumbled into her courtyard, sobbing and sobbing, he said something serious happened to Mengchunyuan. Feng Jiu was taken aback, what kind of big event frightened a juicy child like this.The little boy touched a swollen lump on his forehead, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. Could it be that there are still things like bullying the weak in her house, and it's crazy to bully such a weak one.Feng Jiu held the little boy's hand, and furrowed her brows in righteous indignation: "Let's go, my sister will make the decision for you."

In the Mengchun Courtyard, almost all the servants and servants of the courtyard were crowded in Chen Ye's room, and the shadows cast from the window really seemed to be in a frenzy. Feng Jiu pondered whether she should sternly reprimand and rationalize the matter of teaching her servant a lesson, or kindly move her with affection.In fact, most of her anger was dissipated by the quick walk all the way. After thinking about it for a while, she felt that she should be kinder and kinder. As soon as she made a kind face and stepped through the door, a porcelain cup flew towards her face, hitting her kindly forehead.

The porcelain cup fell to the ground, and everyone in the room was dumbfounded. The old housekeeper who was in charge of the overall situation plopped down on his knees, wiped his sweat and pleaded guilty: "No, I don't know His Highness, old, old slave..." Feng Jiu calmly wiped the soup off her face with her sleeve, and interrupted him: "What's wrong?" All the servants were well-trained, they jumped over swiftly and silently, the one handing the handkerchief, the one sweeping the broken porcelain, the old steward hurriedly replied trembling: "Master Chen Ye is very drunk tonight, the old servant is so drunk. I didn’t leave to report to His Highness, I was afraid that His Highness would be worried if I didn’t get the old slave’s report for a long time, so I ordered Qu Sheng to pass it on, but I didn’t expect to alarm His Highness, this old slave should be damned..."

Only then did Feng Jiu see clearly Shen Ye who was lying on the bed. There were a few servants around the bed, looking at the hands lying on the ground, they guessed that before she came in, she was either cleaning up the broken porcelain cups, or pouring Chen Ye with new soup. It turned out that Chen Ye was drunk.Drunk, it's a big deal, if she's just Feng Jiu, she'll put down the veil to wipe her face and leave. But at this time she is Alan Ruo. Alan Ruo has deep affection for Shen Ye, even if he frowns, she can worry for a long time, and he even writes thoughtful letters to coax him and make him raise his eyebrows happily.At this time, he was actually drunk, which was undoubtedly a big deal.

The old housekeeper glanced at her expression, and said tentatively: "Master Chen Ye is drunk, and his mood is a little unstable. Your Highness, your Highness will inevitably be stumbled here, as long as there is an old slave waiting inside. Your Highness Or remove the outer interval?" Feng Jiu appraised the situation in front of her. If it was Alan Ruo, she must be burning with anxiety at this moment. After thinking about it like this, she immediately said anxiously: "How can this be possible? I came this time just to have a look at him. He is so drunk, how can I feel at ease if I don't watch over him?" After saying this, before others could react, his heart was numb and his chest tightened, so he rubbed it quickly.

After hearing this, the old steward seemed to realize something, got up and helped her to sit on a chair closer, and said with relief: "Master, he is actually quite quiet when he is drunk, but when the slaves want to feed him sober soup, he is a little bit resistant. At the beginning, the servants couldn’t help but get close, but when they could get closer, the porcelain bowls and cups were all broken by the adults, and I don’t know how many pieces were broken in this short time, alas.” During the conversation, bang, another porcelain bowl was smashed.There were two maidservants and one attendant squatting in front of Shen Ye's bed, one was well-trained to clean up the broken porcelain pieces, the other was well-trained to hand over a medicine bowl, and Kong Wu's powerful little attendant went to stop Chen Ye from overturning the medicine bowl again hand.

At this time, in order to show her connivance and love for Chen Ye, Feng Jiu naturally said: "He can smash it if he wants, what are you doing to stop him?" The little attendant withdrew his hand as if it was burning hot, but the old butler showed a regretful and distressed look on his face: "Your Highness does not know that the porcelains that your Excellency smashed are all first-class treasures rewarded by the palace. Get ten night pearls." Feng Jiu's heart immediately bled, but in order to show her preference for Chen Ye, she had no choice but to say against her conscience: "Hehe, no wonder the broken sound sounds so festive." The old steward looked at her, and naturally had a deeper understanding. A discerning maid specially twisted a hot handkerchief soaked in medicinal soup to cover Feng Jiu's swollen forehead, and Chen Ye who was on the bed suddenly said, "Let them all get down." Feng Jiu's eyelids twitched, the words were sober. The attendants and maidservants looked up at her in unison. Feng Jiu was stared at by these eyes, and immediately threw off the veil professionally and ran to the bed in two or three steps, and asked nonsense with concern: "Do you feel better?" The old steward beckoned all the servants to retreat to the outside to wait, while he stood guard in the corner near the door in case Feng Jiuwan would dispatch him. Shen Ye opened his eyes and looked at her, his face turned pale when drunk, this was the first time Feng Jiu saw this.Listening to the words, he seemed to be awake, but his eyes were all dazed, and Feng Jiu felt that he was indeed drunk. Chen Ye looked at her for a while, and finally said: "I know this place will not be exactly the same as before, and many things will change. But as long as this body is here, it doesn't matter how it changes. It's better that everything changes, so I won't... Before he finished speaking, he seemed to be trying to suppress something, and there was great pain in his voice: "But a body is just a body, how can you write that letter. No, it is best not to have that letter, at last Well..." He held her hand, but let it go, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "You shouldn't be her. You can't be her." After a long time, he said again: "You are indeed not her." Feng Jiu was startled and asked in a low voice, "Who do you think I should be?" Chen Ye looked at the top of the tent, but did not reply to her words. His expression was handsome, terribly cold, and terribly dazed. He said in a low hoarse voice: "I told her, there may be anything between us, passers-by, Enemies, mortal enemies, or others, is there no possibility to appreciate each other. She laughed at that time, you said, what does laughter mean?" Feng Jiu was silent for a while: "Maybe she thinks your words are a bit handsome?" Chen Ye ignored her, but looked at her deeply, restrained pain in his dazed eyes, and smiled for a long time: "You said maybe you were teasing me, maybe you liked me, but in fact, the latter is what you want in your heart. Think, am I right?" The occasional joy in this pain is like a white manjusawa blooming suddenly in the dead silence of despair.Feng Jiu finally understood why Alan Ruo had fallen in love with Shen Ye wholeheartedly at the beginning, the priest really has a good skin. She was silent for a while, not knowing what to answer, for a long time, she said, "Uh, it's okay." Shen Ye obviously didn't know what she was talking about, and she didn't know either.At that time, when she thought of the story Su Moye told her, her heart was filled with thunder, and her mind was also in chaos.Seeing that Chen Ye paused for a while, as if he wanted to say something more, he was a little annoyed, so he slashed down on his shoulder with a knife. All was quiet. She was about to sort out her thoughts, when she raised her eyes inadvertently, she saw the old housekeeper huddled at the foot of the door looking at her in surprise. Feng Jiu immediately understood that she cut the knife too abruptly. She glanced at Chen Ye who had been knocked unconscious on the bed, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she quickly made amends: "He doesn't want to drink hangover soup, and he doesn't want to lie down peacefully. Lying down, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable, although the hand knife is a bad idea, it is still useful anyway, alas, cutting him, actually hurts my heart, looking at him at this moment, my heart really feels like a burst of pain." The old housekeeper's surprised expression turned worried and sympathetic, and he tried to comfort her: "Your Highness..." Feng Jiu clutched her heart and interrupted him: "Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it hurts, like this pain, it's like a thorny needle piercing through the heart inch by inch, Ah, how painful it is! I'll go back and have a rest first, to relieve the pain, and you can take care of the rest for me first!" While talking, she clutched her chest and walked towards the door step by step. The old steward showed his infatuation for her, and immediately expressed his loyalty: "My servant will definitely serve you neatly and share your highness' worries." Turning out the outer door, Feng Jiu exhaled and wiped the sweat from her forehead.Acting is indeed a technical job, but fortunately she had some experience in the past, so she didn't get confused by the impromptu battle tonight. I remember that Su Moye drank two more glasses of wine one day, and sighed with her once or twice. Intercession is really a mystery. How can there be such a thing that connects two unrelated people? Be happy, and you will be sad when she is sad.At this time, Feng Jiu felt infinitely emotional, what is so difficult to understand, for example, she and Chen Ye, at this point today, no matter what kind of relationship they have, they always have a little love.When he is happy, he will not mess with her, and she will be very happy. If he is sad, he will torment her, and she will be very sad. She sighed, looked back at the bedroom where Chen Ye was making a noise again, and recalled the tough words she had just said to the old steward, shivered, and hurried away. In her own bedroom, Feng Jiu was twirling a teacup in her hand. When she was thinking about something deep, she had a habit of twirling something. She knew that Su Moye had been wondering who the person who created this world was.They hadn't seen anyone showing any signs before.Until tonight, Chen Ye got drunk.Wine is really not a good thing. But if it is true that Shen Ye is the creator of this world, and he created this world because he wanted to have a name with Alan Ruo, then why has Chen Ye always ignored her since she entered this world?This doesn't make sense.He also said some strange things tonight, for example, she shouldn't be Alan Ruo, she's just a shell and so on. Mo Shao said that the creator of the world is not so supernatural, and the person who fell in replaced the original person. Logically, only the person who fell in knows it, and the creator of the world is impossible to know.In other words, it is impossible for Shen Ye to know that she is Bai Fengjiu and not Alan Ruo.And he kept saying that she was just a shell. Could it be...he created Alan Ruolai, but he couldn't fool himself that Alan Ruolai was fake, so he said she was just a shell? The light crackled, and a vague memory suddenly flashed into her mind.That night after she was rescued from the Jiuqu cage by Shen Ye, she heard a sentence in her sleep. Although she couldn't remember much, she still had some impressions: "I will resurrect you, I will definitely bring you back." Now that I think about it, that voice actually resembles Chen Ye's. Feng Jiu thought about it for a while, and felt that her head hurt from thinking about it. Besides, thinking too much late at night is not suitable for falling asleep, so she put down the cup and planned to wake up. When she woke up at dawn, the old steward was already waiting outside her door, and brought a cup of refreshment soup, saying that Lord Chen Ye had already sobered up. Hearing that the princess came to visit him in person last night, he was very moved. She expected that the princess must have been troubled last night. So he ordered the cook to boil the soup, and ordered himself to bring it over to refresh the princess. It could be seen that Lord Chen Ye still cared about the princess. When the old steward said this, tears of relief flashed in his eyes.Feng Jiu drank the soup under his tearful eyes, and it really refreshed her.After eating half a bowl of porridge for breakfast, she felt that there seemed to be some big things to think about today, and these big things seemed to be related to what Chen Ye said last night.It took a long time, but he couldn't remember what Shen Ye said last night, and he couldn't remember what to think about.She was silent for a while, thinking that since she couldn't remember it, it was probably something unimportant, or she remembered it wrong in a moment of confusion, so she didn't pay attention anymore. Su Moye was summoned away by Xize, and Chacha was sent by her to deliver candy foxes to Xize. Well, Xize, Xize himself is also squatting in Qinan Shrine at this time.Maybe the three thorns are drinking tea with the sugar fox around a small table at the moment, it must be very lively and happy. Feng Jiu felt a little desolate and a little lonely. She nestled in the small kitchen desolately and lonely for a day, making sugar foxes, and ate two of them herself. The servants and maids in the yard gave two each, and left five for Su Moye, and there were still five left. indivual.She thought about it, and remembered that Chen Ye gave her a cup of soup in the morning. She was a polite person, and she wrapped a bag of the leftover sugar fox, and sent the old steward to send a second letter. The letter was sent to Shen Ye together.