Quickly wear: Lord God is not restrained at all

Jiang Cha nodded in affirmation and urged Fu Zhengyan to pick up more vegetables.

The two of them went back and forth quietly like this, and Jiang Cha finished cooking almost all the food before stopping.

The main reason was that this body had been really hungry for a long time, and for a while she couldn't stop feeling full. The feeling of fullness made her unable to stop.

Fu Zhengyan looked at the girl's thin body and wondered what happened to her.

After she finished eating, Fu Zhengyan called someone in to serve her.

The door was pushed open from the outside. Ah Si walked in front and was slightly shocked when he saw the almost empty dishes on the table.

Several maids behind him lined up and walked in in an orderly manner.

Fu Zhengyan stood up and walked out, followed by Ah Si.

Jiang Cha touched his bulging belly and walked slowly on the brightly lit path as if he was digesting food.

Only then did I have the opportunity to learn about the fragments of this era.

Fu Zhengyan, who is only twenty years old, is a man of nine thousand years of power and is feared by everyone.

Although he was young, he was an unparalleled king who protected the entire country during the country's strife and wars.

At that time, the Huns joined forces with other people who could not understand their country and had already reached the outside of the city.

The young general who was only 16 years old led the army to fight for a year and finally surrendered to the Huns.

Just when everyone thought he would sit in that position, he strongly recommended the current His Majesty to the throne.

As a result, the imperial court gradually stabilized with his help, and Fu Zhengyan became the nine-thousand-year-old whom everyone admired.

Just when everything was going in the right direction, someone instigated the emperor, saying that he might covet his throne.

Unexpectedly, the nine thousand-year-old man quietly left the capital with his troops the next day.

He only left a letter saying that the current emperor was able to take control of the power, and he could also go and see the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers after the repairs. Everyone was surprised.

With his ability, he was not interested in a position above ten thousand people and left as soon as he said so.

There was no explanation for this cold nine thousand years. Fu Zhengyan, who returned from traveling three years later, became the dream lover of all girls to be married.

It's just that no one liked the cold young man. Even the emperor cautiously asked him in private if he was as good as Long Yang.

As a result, the emperor was severely beaten by Fu Zhengyan with a ruler that night.

Later, someone in the court wanted the emperor to let him help Fu Zhengyan hold the rope with his daughter, but the emperor refused with his hands on his butt.

So it was rumored that Jiu Qiansui liked the emperor, so he tried his best to support him on the throne.

Fu Zhengyan had no explanation for this, as if everything was meaningless in his eyes.

Jiang Cha and the others walked to the study room where the young man was, and Ah Si was sitting outside the door.

Jiang Cha easily passed through the wall and saw Fu Zhengyan sitting in front of the table. The young man just glanced at her and then lowered his eyes.

Jiang Cha walked up to him, but there was not a word on the chopping board.

She was about to pinch a corner of the painting, but her hand went right through it, and Jiang Cha frowned slightly.

Jiang Cha curled his lips and easily jumped onto the chopping board and sat down, facing Fu Zhengyan.

His feet were still a long way from the ground. Jiang Cha's eyes fell on the young man, and his feet were dangling wildly.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Jiang Cha held her hands on the table and leaned back slightly. She knew his name but could only pretend to be dumbfounded.

The two people who had had skin-to-skin contact did not know each other's names. Fu Zhengyan's eyes darkened and his eyes fell on the girl.

The first time I took a serious look at her, her skin was not fair, and her face seemed a little gray. There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and there were small looming whirlpools at the corners of her lips.

Those eyes blinked at him, without any impurities, and they were so clean that he felt a little subtle.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Jiang Cha impatiently waved his hand in front of his eyes, and the next second his hand was held tightly.

The young man looked straight at her with an immortal face, and slowly said: "What is your name?"

Jiang Cha looked at him funny. She was obviously the one who asked first, but she still said in a good temper: "Call me Lei Feng!"

Fu Zhengyan's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly: "Lei Feng?"

Jiang Cha nodded without blushing and said, "Yeah!"

Fu Zhengyan obviously didn't believe that a girl named Lei Feng was a man, but he still nodded in agreement.

"Fu Zhengyan."

His name had a different flavor coming out of his mouth.

Jiang Cha retracted his hand and leaned forward: "They all say that you are a nine-thousand-year-old who kills without blinking an eye. Is that true?"

Fu Zhengyan's eyes did not change at all, and he just made a low hum.

As for how she knew this, it was simple. No one could see her, so she might not have heard anything about him.

When he was on the battlefield, he killed all the Huns. Looking at the hundreds of old, weak, women and children in that city, he ordered them all to be killed.

These were facts and he couldn't deny them.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little nervous and raised his eyes to fall on Jiang Cha.

The girl's face didn't necessarily look panicked. Instead, she leaned back leisurely, her expression looking very relaxed.

Fu Zhengyan opened his thin lips: "Don't you wonder why I want to kill them? They are obviously just people who pose no threat."

Jiang Cha opened his eyes a little: "If it were me, I would do the same thing."

A strange emotion flashed in Fu Zhengyan's eyes, and his mind flashed back to the way those old and weak women and children looked at him, wanting to bite his neck off.

The Huns were the most untrustworthy, and the group of people who stayed there were also hidden dangers. He did not hesitate to give the order to kill them.

If it spread to the capital, many people wouldn't understand it, and he didn't need anyone to understand it.

Just hearing such an answer suddenly made my heart flutter a little.

His eyes fell on the girl, and the psychological question came out involuntarily: "How did you die?"

Jiang Cha opened his eyes, jumped off the table and walked to the toffee chair behind the screen to sit down. His clear voice reached Fu Zhengyan's ears.

"Who told you I was dead?"

Fu Zhengyan rubbed the paper gently with his fingers. He didn't even notice that he cared about it: "Then where is your home? Why... it became like this."

The answer to him was silence.

After a long time, there was a sound of tearing in the silent room. Fu Zhengyan looked down and saw that the thick paper in his hand had been torn apart.

Putting down what he was holding, Fu Zhengyan stood up and walked towards the back of the screen with a somewhat accelerated pace.

Standing behind the screen, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little figure curled up on the taffy chair and sleeping soundly.

Feeling that he had lost his composure, Fu Zhengyan frowned slightly and turned around, but he couldn't take any steps forward.

Outside the door, the night gradually darkened, but A Si still stood there at the door, never tired.

The door was opened from the inside. Ah Si quickly turned around and pushed the door open. He saw his young master raising his hands, as if he was holding something.