Legend of Sword and Fairy, the third sequel

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"The meal is here!" Jing Xiaokong shouted.

"Why so slow?" Hua Yuyao complained, sitting up from the bed.

Hua Yuyao was not in a hurry to drink, she first pulled out the silver hairpin on her head and stirred it twice, and after confirming that it was correct, she brought it to her mouth and blew, then poured it into her mouth.

"As for what?" Jing Xiaokong muttered and complained.

"I treat you like this, can you not hate me? So you will definitely poison me, so I have to be careful everywhere!" It seems that Hua Yuyao's words are very reasonable.

"We don't hate you." Jing Xiaokong said sincerely.

"Anyway, you just don't like me." Hua Yuyao said.

"That's right, but why don't you do something we don't like?" Jing Xiaokong asked back.

"I, you go down first!" Hua Yuyao waved her hand.

"Yes!" Jing Xiaokong didn't want to say anything.

"Hey, wait, you come back first." Hua Yuyao called Jing Xiaokong to stop.

"Huh?" Jing Xiaokong backed away.

"You, you will be my chef from now on." Hua Yuyao said.

"Why?" Jing Xiaokong asked reluctantly.

"Because your cooking is delicious, why ask so much?" Hua Yuyao became impatient.

"Just do it." Jing Xiaokong said angrily.

"Goodbye!" Hua Yuyao said goodbye to Jing Xiaokong.

"Bye!" Jing Xiaokong marveled at Hua Yuyao's transformation.

"What's the matter?" Jing Xiaoxue and the others heard that Jing Xiaokong was called by Hua Yuyao, so they hurried over to ask.

"She doesn't know what kind of nerves she committed. She insisted on asking me to cook, and then asked me to be her cook after cooking. You say my life is miserable!" Jing Xiaokong complained to Jing Xiaoxue.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to cook first, or she'll talk about me again. By the way, what's going on with your actions there?" Jing Xiaokong asked.

"Oh, we didn't have any clues, and we were almost dragged out and beheaded, but we were scared to death." Jing Xiaoxue said very sadly.

"Ah?" Jing Xiaokong agreed and went to the kitchen in a temper.

"Look at the skills of my Chef Jing Da!" Jing Xiaokong made a lot of moves, and in a short while, he cooked a large table of dishes, and the aroma was overflowing, attracting Hua Yuyao.

"Wow! It smells so good!" Hua Yuyao said and wanted to grab one and eat it.

"Hey hey!" Jing Xiaokong knocked Hua Yuyao's hand off.

"What are you doing?" Hua Yuyao asked while rubbing her hands.

"Before you eat, promise me a request." Jing Xiaokong said.

"What?" Hua Yuyao thought about it.

"Call Jing Xiaoxue and the others over for dinner, okay?" Jing Xiaokong asked.

"What if I don't allow it?" Hua Yuyao asked.

"If you don't allow me, I won't let you eat." Jing Xiaokong acted foolishly.

"Okay, okay, then I will agree." Hua Yuyao said pretending to be generous.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoyang, Qing'er..." Jing Xiaoxue called them all over.

"In the future, we and Hua Yuyao can have dinner together." Jing Xiaokong said from the new grave.

"Okay!" Everyone jumped up together.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly!" Hua Yuyao didn't eat like a lady, she could be as barbaric as she wanted.

"Uh..." Jing Xiaokong and the others were dumbfounded——

Poetry scene——

Double tune Qingjiang Yin (four poems)

Zhang Kejiu

seclusion

The world of mortals does not reach me, and the autumn wind breaks in the hut.Living in a small mountain village, the old inkstone is free to work and read.There are three or four jade plums outside the sparse fence.

mountain spring pillow

The good mountain in front of the gate is occupied by clouds, and no one comes all day long.The pine wind resounds the emerald waves, and the oak leaves burn Danzao.Mr. Zui Mian spring from the old.

Spring Festival Evening

Leaving sorrow and sleepiness, the curtain is not rolled up, flying swallows up and down.The solitary cloud has rain marks, the dark water flows flowers, and the day by the lake is far away from Changchun.

Qiu Huai

Xifengxin came home thousands of miles away, asking me to return to the end of the semester?Wild geese crow in the sky with red leaves, people are drunk in the field of yellow flowers, and the sound of banana rain falls in autumn dreams.