The princess relies on the cat to get the upper hand + special episode

Since this kid has seen an immortal, does that immortal know Zhennanzi?

Maybe it's possible to undo the fairy magic on him.

Lu Wanzhen was really fed up with being a cat. If she hadn't drank more water a few days ago, the discomfort in her stomach might have killed her.

Lu Wanzhen, who was going to continue to search for clues to the southwest, is now determined to stay by this kid's side and find a way to restore himself to his human body as soon as possible.

Le Ning had no idea that she had achieved the achievement of "owning a cat" unintentionally, and after discussing with Zou Dequan about dedicating the oil method and spicy peppers to the palace, she returned to the yard.

In the past few days, the brothers are worried that the method of "roasting meat" cannot be implemented, and are racking their brains for the second solution of "cold dishes".

As soon as Le Ning passed by, before he could tell the news, he was attracted by a dish on several cases——

Sliced ​​green cucumbers are lying on a plate, topped with chili rings and minced ginger and garlic. Isn’t this the cucumber salad?

She felt kind for a moment, said hello to her seniors, stepped forward and took her pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece and wanted to put it in her mouth, the edge of the cucumber soaked in the dark sauce was dyed a circle of dark color , the scent of vinegar drilled into the nose first.

As soon as the yellow melon took her mouth, her eyes widened in surprise, the cold taste!It must have been the town of well water!

In the scorching summer, the heat from the journey from Youfang all the way to Zou's house just now melted a lot when the fragrant juice of cucumber splashed around in the mouth.

It can be said to be crunchy with one bite, the seasoning of ginger, garlic and chili can't hide the coolness of the cucumber itself, and the seasoning of sour vinegar, once it enters the throat, the appetite will open up, even the original hot When I met this iced cucumber, the spicy taste also brought a coolness, like a flame wrapped in ice.

The stomach that was bored by the heat made a "goo" sound for a long time, and Le Ning took several mouthfuls before stopping.

"Silang, you have been away for half a month, how is the oil extraction method?" Second senior brother Wang Hu is always impatient.

The other seniors also had anxiety on their faces, but Su Hanzhang spoke to reassure him: "The matter of oil extraction is very important, and it is natural for Shiro to have no eyebrows for a while. I am afraid it will be uncomfortable to stay in that oil workshop all day long. What do you want to eat?" , big brother will do it for you."

Le Ning smiled when he heard that, tilted his head and said, "Thank you, big brother, the oil extraction method is done."

When the third senior brother heard this, he immediately asked: "How much is the oil?"

Le Ning blinked, and under the expectant eyes of everyone, he slowly said: "The flax is nearly [-]%... As for the 'peanut', it is about [-]%."

She spoke lightly, and the words fell into the ears of several people, but she was not afraid of thunder!

The senior brothers were stunned for a while, and then began to cheer on the spot!

Le Ning laughed along with them, just seeing Lu Wanzhen who was passing by and looking at him, he pushed her down when she was still young, and raised his hand to rub her soft belly before she could react.

"Sesame! Long time no see, have you ever missed me?"

The sun shone brightly on the courtyard, and even the fence seemed to be dyed golden. The people who looked at it against the light looked exquisite, as if there was happiness in their sweat, which made Lu Wanzhen, who had never seen such a happy scene, stunned. Leng.

Maybe it was because this person was too close, for a moment, Lu Wanzhen felt that this kid looked like...

Very, very pleasing to the eye.

Chapter 6 Sour Plum Juice

From July [-]st to July [-]th of the lunar calendar, the Qiqiao Festival, girls put on new clothes, beg for wisdom from the Weaver Girl in the sky, or play some "fighting skills" games, or write melons and fruits to beg for cleverness.

There is also a grand banquet in the palace on this festival. It is said that the pilgrims and queens of Dali were lucky enough to meet each other. event.

Inside the palace wall, the Lizheng Hall.

The mountains, rivers and waters depicted by the azure ocher are divided into sixteen screens to separate the room, and a vague figure in the inner room is vaguely reflected. A maid passed through the screen, and walked slowly towards the inner room with lowered eyes. Soon, she saw a figure in a phoenix robe. The beautiful woman was sitting on a low table, lazily squinting her eyes halfway, holding a snail in Xiansu's hand, and was drawing her brows leisurely.

The servant girl saluted her silently, walked behind the man, combed her hair carefully, her eyes occasionally glanced at the face reflected in the bronze mirror, although she lowered her eyes in time, her heart still flashed the astonishment of seeing her for the first time.

Not long after, I heard a loud announcement from outside:

"The saint arrives."

Hearing the news, the person in front of the bronze mirror moved a little faster, just after the bright yellow figure passed through the screen, he was done, with a smile on his face, he got up and saluted——

"Stay home."

Just when the ceremony was halfway done, it was dismissed by someone raising his hand.

"Zi Lu has worked a lot these days. Normally, I should let you have a good rest, but now it's time for a palace banquet, and it's another day of tormenting you." With a smile on his lips, the visitor raised his hand to take a piece of paper from the dowry box. A golden hairpin, trying to tie it into her hair for her.

The palace people around had retreated tactfully. Seeing that there were no outsiders, the "demon queen" Zhou Xianhua, who was rumored to be almost demonized by the outside world, seemed to have softened his bones at this moment, raising his arms to hug the neck of the visitor, his eyelids drooping heavily Then, hanging more than half of the weight on the emperor, moved his lips, and hummed:

"If you really love me, don't put these pure gold things on my head. My neck is not broken, but my head is going bald..."