Food anchor teaches you how to raise ghosts

The night banquet in the palace, singing and dancing, the courtiers and concubines were invited to the scene, there was a lot of joy and joy, except for the "Queen Asia".

When Su Yanyu heard the news that Xu Liansheng had been imprisoned, she was immediately upset and almost had a fetal gas.I wanted to go to the imperial study to discuss with Tang Shengmin, but Su Yi sent someone to send a letter, telling her not to act rashly.

After all, Xu Liansheng was recommended to Tang Shengmin by her, and now he was caught on the spot performing black magic, which is beyond debate.Fortunately, he is now unable to speak for some reason, otherwise, under heavy punishment, it is impossible to guarantee that the mastermind behind it is their brother and sister.

Now Tang Shengmin must have doubts in his heart. If they were to be punished under the pretext of thoroughly investigating the queen's witchcraft, the Su family would fall into the quagmire from the top of the cloud just like the Zhou family used to.Besides, there seemed to be some expert advice behind Prince Jin, so they had to be careful not to lose their king's heart at this time.

Although Su Yi had other plans, Su Yanyu was arrogant, thinking that even if Xu Liansheng went to jail, Tang Shengmin would not be able to move their Su family for a while, and Tang Shengmin had been taking medicine for a long time, and if he couldn't bear the loneliness for a few days, he would return to her. , in order to continue to be angry, and even more unwilling to give King Jin face and clean up for him.

Without the presence of Su Yanyu, all the empresses would not be in a good mood. They performed in front of the emperor one after another, singing and singing, and dancing like a surprise. Those who have no talent can only wink frequently, hoping that the emperor will still think of themselves.

Tang Shengmin didn't pay attention to the concubines who were smearing and posing, and always passed the tree in the National Teacher's Mansion.What kind of sorcery did Xu Liansheng use to make the cherry tree bear Gu Yingjiu's face?How did he meet Gu Yingjiu, and why did he do this?

He was full of doubts, thinking left and right, inexplicably feeling a prairie above his head, jealous and hating in his heart, almost unable to sit still, until he inadvertently ate the dishes presented in front of him, and suddenly came back to his senses.

The dishes on the plate looked mediocre, and I didn't know what they were. He was covered in black skin, and it became even more charred after being grilled by charcoal. If he had paid attention to it before, he might not be able to move his chopsticks.But it tastes wonderful when you eat it. The skin is thin and crispy, and the meat is tender and juicy. The fragrant rice and matsutake stuffed in the stomach permeate the aroma and soup into the skin and meat. Every time you chew, there is a soul-stirring taste. I feel that after eating all of it, I can't wait to savor the taste of the bottom of the tongue.

The emperor had a delicious meal here, but the atmosphere in the cold palace was a bit tense.Xia Chun walked around the kid twice, asking him if he had any strange feelings.

The kid shook his head very calmly, and pointed his little finger at those boxes, which meant that one was not enough to eat.Xia Chun knelt down in front of him in fear: "Ancestor, you can't eat this stuff casually. Are you hot? Are you uncomfortable? Do you have any... strange needs?"

The kid tilted his head to look at him, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.Xia Chun heaved a sigh of relief, Yan Fu is not a mortal after all, maybe he is completely immune to this kind of thing.

There are still a lot of ingredients left, Xia Chun cooked a pot of delicious matsutake soup, he and Zhou Woxue drank a quarter of it, and the rest of the big pot was all contracted by the kid.During the dinner, Xia Chun paid close attention to the situation of the little ghost, and saw that he was very calm from the beginning to the end, with distant and calm eyes, so he was completely relieved.

Xia Chun went to get the watermelon that Liangzhen had in the well before, but Zhou Woxue couldn't eat any more, so he went back to his room to rest.Maybe it was tired of Xia Chun's "secret observation" of peeping, the little ghost disappeared and became his cigarette male god again.Xia Chun was the only one left under the moonlit night, and he was telling ghost stories to the audience while shaking the well wheel.

"In the summer season, the heat was unbearable. The man asked his wife to go to the well to take out the watermelon in Liangzhen to quench his thirst. The watermelon was ripe just right and so sweet that the couple ate the whole watermelon unconsciously. The husband counted the leftovers The melon rind said, "You eat more than me." The daughter-in-law refused to accept it, and pointed to a pile of black melon seeds in front of her and said, "You even ate watermelon seeds, how greedy you must be." The two joked happily, from It's cool inside and out, so...hehehe~"

The audience was listening intently, but they didn't expect "hehehe" to appear in the ghost story:

"2333 drove suddenly?"

"The anchor, please explain in detail, how did heh heh heh."

"This unscrupulous anchor, telling a ghost story is not serious 233"

Xia Chun narrowed his eyes, and said sinisterly: "In the middle of the night, my wife felt as if something was moving in her stomach, and she could clearly feel as if a hand was scratching her belly. She was very scared and wanted to I woke up my husband, only to find that my husband's stomach was bulging, as if he was about to give birth in October. At this moment, my husband suddenly opened his eyes, covered his stomach and whispered, 'I can't help it... '"

"I see, the ghost has turned into a watermelon seed! My husband is about to give birth to a kid!"

"Stop talking, I'm eating watermelon [shivering]"

The rope slowly shortened while shaking, and the bucket filled with cool watermelon slowly rose up. Xia Chun was about to tell an unexpected ending when he suddenly saw a pair of vicious eyes staring at him in the well.

When he encountered a ghost while telling a ghost story, he felt that he could participate in the next "flag contest".Stared at by those bloodshot ghost eyes, Xia Chun reflexively let go of the handle. The wheel froze in the air and then quickly reversed. The watermelon that had finally risen to the mouth of the well fell back down again. There is a sound of "boom" falling into the water.

As he contemplated something to seal the mouth of the well, he took a few steps back until his back hit someone's chest.A very clear fragrance surrounded him, making him instantly feel refreshed.

"Don't be afraid," Yan Fu's sleeves swayed slightly in the night wind, and a cloud of green smoke flew out from the mouth of the well, "Now, you can take out the watermelon."

Xia Chun no longer has any appetite for watermelon, but he still said to Yan Fu: "If you want to eat it, then I will get it."

"Compared to watermelon..." Yan Fu's eyes seemed to be misty, and his eyes were a little hazy, looking at Xia Chun as if he was drunk, "I have something I want to eat more."

These suggestive words caused the live broadcast room to explode:

"What does the male god want to eat, or who does he want to eat!"

"The anchor looks delicious~ what position should I eat?"

"The look of the male god killed me instantly..."

"Eat me, I have a lot of meat!"

"The anchor should follow the male god!"

Xia Chun showed a "kind" look to the audience: "This is the end of tonight's live broadcast, thank you drivers for watching."

Regardless of the wailing barrage, he turned off the live broadcast: "I'd better bring up the watermelon to 'quench your thirst' for you."

Xia Chun turned around and went back to the well, just as he held the handle, suddenly a pair of hands stretched out behind him and hugged him tightly.Yan Fu's clothes were thin, Xia Chun was not wearing thick clothes, the fiery temperature from his chest immediately spread to Xia Chun's back, causing Xia Chun to have the illusion that a layer of his skin had been burned off.

"What did you do to me?" Yan Fu murmured softly.

"I won't recite this pot, you stole it yourself." Xia Chun's legs were weak, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock, "God, hold back, I'll cool you down with iced watermelon!"

His heart beat faster, his face was flushed, and his body had begun to reject close contact with another person.He desperately broke free and ran to the well, not only wanted to give Yan Fu a watermelon, but also wanted to pour cold water on him to cool him off.

Xia Chun just ran to the edge of the well and held the handle when he suddenly felt something wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back. He fell to the ground and was dragged to Yan Fu's feet. He said helplessly, "You know it's a foul. ……"

Several golden streaks wrapped around Xia Chun's body, pulling him up, and sending him back to Yan Fu's arms.There has always been a clear and pleasant plant aroma on Yan Fu's body, which is usually very light and soft, but at this moment it suddenly becomes extremely rich, as if uncovering a thousand-year-old brew buried deep underground.

Xia Chun struggled endlessly, but no matter where he ran, he would be dragged back gently and firmly by the tentacle-like golden pattern.It was the first time he saw Yan Fu like this, and he begged for mercy without tears: "Great God, Great Immortal, don't do this, I'm still a pure child..."

A chuckle came from behind, and Yan Fu hugged this pseudo-pure child in his arms, put his chin on his hair and said, "That's it, let me hold you for a while. If you move around, I can't guarantee that I won't let you go!" what will happen to you."

His voice was soft and soft, as if a deeply affectionate lover was pouring out his love, which was hard to refuse.Xia Chun couldn't enjoy this lingering affection, his eyes turned black and his stomach contracted, "Don't... I'm going to throw up... Don't get me wrong, I don't hate you, I..."

Yan Fu looked down at the cold sweat overflowing from his forehead, and sighed softly in his heart.

Xia Chun's stomach twitched to an unbearable limit, at this moment, that light breath penetrated into his skin and brain, somehow reducing his physiological response.There were no longer blackouts in front of my eyes, and the fear deep in my heart gradually dissipated. At the same time, the feeling of being hugged and restrained also disappeared.

Xia Chun stared blankly at the moon reflected in the well, his mind went blank in the slightly drunk evening wind.He knew that Yan Fu was still holding him behind his back, but he couldn't feel anything, as if there was no one around him.

He said blankly, "What happened, what did you do?"

Yan Fu put his cheek against Xia Chun's head and rubbed it lightly, and the hanging strands of black hair rested on Xia Chun's shoulder: "You should just lean against a tree."

After hearing his answer, Xia Chun wanted to laugh but couldn't.The night was like water, cool and pleasant, Xia Chun was so preoccupied with the clouds that he never thought of letting Yan Fu let go.

Anyway, I can't feel Yan Fu's hug, so let him... hug for a while?

There was a sound from the direction of the palace gate, and two people walked in after a while.Tang Shengmin dismissed his entourage, and brought only a eunuch who served him personally, and came to Xihe Palace.

Zhou Woxue came out of the room when she heard the movement, and forgot to salute when she saw Tang Shengmin.The two hadn't seen each other for two years, and when they met suddenly without any preparation, Zhou Woxue almost couldn't control his emotions, almost revealing deep hatred.

Xia Chun finally regained his sanity: "I think something is wrong, are you okay, let's go and have a look."

Yan Fu's eyes were like water, staring at the void in a trance.Long, long ago, that person used to lean against him - when he was a tree.Later, when he had a human form, he often took advantage of that person's inattention, suppressed his sense of existence, and secretly hugged that person from behind.When that person noticed something, he stepped back as if he hadn't done anything.

Unwilling and helpless, but for that brief moment, he repeated it again and again, pretending to own that person... Yan Fu took a deep breath, as if he was tasting Xia Chun's breath: "Not enough."

Xia Chun was startled: "What's not enough?"

Yan Fu said deeply, "Hold you."

"..." It seemed that the dog days came suddenly, Xia Chun felt extremely hot.But if hugging could solve this problem, then the term "burned" would not exist.He pursed his lips and said, "I just said that charcoal-roasted salamanders are too powerful to eat casually, but when you get younger, you always eat whatever you see. Don't you have an easy and feasible way? Medicine, it can't always be like this..."

"En." Yan Fu was silent for a moment, then reluctantly let go of his hand, conjured a golden leaf out of thin air, "stretch out your hand."

Although to Xia Chun, it was just a non-existent hug, but when he lost the fragrance behind his back, his heart suddenly felt empty.He stretched out a hand a little uncomfortably, Yan Fu put the corner of the leaf on his palm, and a drop of crystal clear water rolled down from it.

The leaves of Yanfu tree are soaked in the thousand-year-old Buddha fragrance, and the condensed dew has the effect of purifying the mind and washing desires.After hearing Yan Fu's explanation, Xia Chun felt that this tree was like a treasure.

"If you have something like this, you should take it out earlier." Xia Chun looked at the dew rolling in his palm and said, "Then what should we do?"

Yan Fu smiled lightly, took Xia Chun's wrist, pulled his hand in front of him, stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the dew in his palm, his movements were as gentle as if he was tasting the taste of that small drop of water.

When he did this, his eyes were fixed on Xia Chun.Xia Chun, whose whole body was stiffened by him, concentrated all his senses in the palm of his hand.After the dewdrops disappeared, there was still a moist and cool feeling in the center where the chaotic palm prints gathered, it was unknown whether it was left by the dew or Yan Fu's soft tongue.