Why does the shark I picked bite people?

This was the first time that Cheng Jiao felt a different emotion from Shang Bieyun.

Although they didn't get along for long, Cheng Jiao had already figured it out.Shangbieyun has two distinct appearances.When dealing with merman, he was mean and mean-spirited, stingy and stingy, and could be too fierce to lift his head by his little maid, but at the same time he was gentle and dignified, wise and righteous.

But when facing the human race, he remained silent and distant, and even at certain times, such as when he came back from Zhan Ming, he had a faint... loathing.

But at this moment, under the flickering of the candlelight, Shang Bieyun's eyes revealed a look mixed with pity, ridiculous and sad.Cheng Jiao engraved this look in his heart without a moment's notice.

Whether it's ridiculous or pity, I will be the only person in this world who has seen him look like this.Cheng Jiao lowered his head deeply, thinking about it.

Shang Bieyun looked at Cheng Jiao who was crouching beside him, with no expression on his face, just a flash of eyes: "It's not disgusting."

"..."

"You just said that I don't hide my dislike for the human race at all. I smacked it, and my feelings for people are really not disgusting."

Cheng Jiao raised his head and looked at Shang Bieyun.

Shang Bieyun looked back into his eyes.

The young man was dressed in a robe of flame-colored jade, flickering by the candlelight, but no matter how bright the flame was, it seemed that it was not as blazing as his eyes.

Looking at such a pair of eyes, ordinary people will feel a little uncomfortable.But Shang Bieyun just thought it was a novelty, and it was... troublesome.

His gaze lingered on Cheng Jiao's face, and he suddenly asked, "Cong Yin keeps a few herrings in the kitchen, have you seen them?"

Cheng Jiao understood what he meant in an instant, the flames in his eyes went out like a magic trick, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Do you hate them? Do you like them? When you pass by the kitchen by chance, do you stop to look at them more?" Shang Bieyun stopped and smiled: "What do you feel about them, I feel the way I feel about people. "

"...just indifference?"

"Just indifference."

"..."

"So—" After a moment of silence, Shang Bieyun suddenly said: "I feel the same way about the blood of those human races in your body who can't tell how much."

"Just indifferent?" Cheng Jiao understood, and his eyes slowly lit up.

"It's just indifference." Shang Bieyun smiled, bent his fingers, and flicked Cheng Jiao's forehead.

Cheng Jiao covered his head and smiled.

Shang Bieyun retracted his hands into his sleeves: "As long as you are willing to treat yourself as a mermaid, even if you only have a drop of mermaid blood in your heart, I will regard you as my clansman. If you take this as a concern again, See if I don't knock your brains out."

Cheng Jiao covered his head and covered his eyes with his hands, the light from the candle flickered in his eyes. "Yes, sir," he said with a smile.

When Cong Yin came back, she brought a food box and a good Nurhong.The lid of the wine was lifted, Shangbieyun smelled it and floated out from behind the screen, lying on the edge of the wine jar to smell it.

Cong Yin carried out one plate after another from the food box, probably because he ran in a hurry, his face was flushed: "It's hot, sir! There's oil! Watch out for your sleeves!"

Shang Bieyun couldn't wait any longer, grabbed a small wine cup by his sleeve, poured himself a glass of wine first, took a small sip, wrinkled his face from the heat, stuck out his tongue and yelled: "Didn't you say you bought grouper and cooked it yourself? Where did this dish come from?"

Cong Yin couldn't hide her excitement with her busy work, her hands and mouth were busy, and while commanding Cheng Jiao: "Hey Jiaojiao, go to the kitchen and pour a plate of ginger vinegar," while telling Shang Bieyun excitedly, "Aiyo Lord, you don’t know, I went to the sentry station first, and handed out two reply posts from the capital, oh yes, the reply from the capital said that it would be delivered within three days. If their nobles come here in a soft carriage, why? It will take five or six days. Master save time, the nobles in the capital are rich. Hey Jiaojiao, I forgot not to put ginger in the vinegar!"

Cheng Jiao was obviously very dissatisfied with his title, but he didn't bother to argue with Cong Yin, so he went out with a dark face.

Cong Yin didn't even have to catch his breath, and the words burst out like firecrackers: "After the delivery of the capital, only the Qingzhou ones are left. I thought that Wuzanglou was open for business, and the key was issued later than other houses, so I transferred the other houses first. It's over, let's go to Wuzang Building again."

Shang Bieyun looked at her amusedly: "Speak slowly and saliva carefully. Is there anything special about Biejia?"

Cong Yin finally finished her work, put the food box on the ground, and sat down with a plop: "No. There are a few who didn't expect a little maid from me to come and asked a few words. I said that the master didn't have a servant." , I’m the only one serving. Eh? Is Cheng Jiao considered a servant? What will you say in the future?”

Shang Bieyun picked up the chopsticks and picked up a chopsticks of green bamboo shoots: "He can't do it. He doesn't look like a servant like that. From now on, let's say that he is the young master of a friend's house. You go on."

Cong Yin was just asking casually, so he just talked about himself: "Wuzanglou is so famous, this is the first time for me to go, my God, Lord, I'm afraid that's the same as the palace sung in the opera. I stared in a daze, the head in front of me was full of flowers, so I was led to the back. After waiting for a long time, an old man with white hair and white beard came out with a smile. Slave, let me take care of it for a while, and wait for the master."

Cheng Jiao came back at this time, Cong Yin took the plate of vinegar from him, and put it next to a plate of crabs: "My God, I have never seen such a grand old man, who knew he was just a servant?" I waited for a while, and when a white, fat and fat old man wearing gold and silver came, I quickly saluted again, but the man didn't accept it, saying that the master was not there, and he was just in charge, so he came out to answer my post .”

"I quickly sent him the reply. He answered it and chatted with me with a smile. I couldn't understand what he said, and I couldn't reply well, so I said goodbye and left, saying that I was afraid that the case would be closed at the pier later, and it would be too late. To buy fish and wine for my grandfather, who knew that he ordered someone to go to Wanghu Tower to order a table and deliver it, plus a jar of 50-year-old daughter red, which made me dizzy out Door."

While talking, Cong Yin put fish, shrimp and seafood dishes in front of Shang Bieyun: "I don't like this kind of fire square elbow, so give it to Jiaojiao. Do you remember that Hui Niang blackmailed us once?" Dunwanghu Tower? For this meal, you can’t get down without ten gold, and they didn’t make a decision in advance. They went as soon as they said they would go, and they could get it back when they went. So rushing, lord, I think it’s true this time There is a show, but this time it will be ruthless."

Shang Bieyun looked at the crystal-clear and translucent honey-flavored fire recipe that had been removed, and wondered if it would be okay for me to try something new, but then he was a little embarrassed to say so, and coughed: "I think this Wuzanglou is a bit of a bummer. Familiar with each other? Literati and elegant scholars, sending books and paintings is easy to talk about, but what’s the matter with sending table noodles? It’s like visiting relatives, sending elbows?”

Cong Yin almost jumped up to argue when he heard the words: "What kind of unrefined and indecent, I think it's very good, it's so kind, you can still eat it when you send it for dinner, and you can get moldy in the room when you send it with books and paintings! Besides, you don't care what he gives, it's a good thing to give, it's just to curry favor, if we want to sell it at a high price, there will be a joke!"

Taking advantage of Cong Yin's fork, Cheng Jiao glanced at Shang Bieyun, and pushed the plate of honey juice fire towards Shang Bieyun.

Shang Bieyun covered his ears: "Okay, okay, don't make noise, I'm just saying it casually. You know, Wuzanglou, I just focus on taking care of it, but it's still the old rule, I only deal with the master who can have the final say. If it’s that chubby steward who came, I still won’t pay attention.”

"I know, I know, I told every family." Cong Yin rolled his eyes and sat down, couldn't help thinking with his chopsticks in his mouth, and didn't know what kind of god the master of that family was.

Shang Bieyun took the opportunity to take a mouthful of honey juice and put it in his mouth.Dense and sweet, with a lingering fragrance on the lips and cheeks, I couldn't help squinting my eyes.

Cheng Jiao glanced at him and buried his head in cooking.

From the next morning, Shangbieyun began to prepare for battle.

He was wearing azure blue sleeves woven with golden thread and sea patterns, and his skirt fluttered. He sat behind a screen, looking like a fairy.

The room was lit with agarwood, and the smell was heavy. Shang Bieyun sat behind the tea table with a serious look, and couldn't help yawning a lot.

These sour literati engage in this kind of greeting card back and forth, and they never set a certain time to come to the door, so that they get up early in the morning to pretend to be gods here, and they are sleepy to death.

Cheng Jiao sat on the edge of the piano stand in front of the screen, holding his knees with both hands, expressionless.

Cong Yin wore a bun for a rare occasion, and stood aside with a calm face. Coupled with her almost transparent white skin, she was a bit dignified and profound.

She looked at the lazy Shangbieyun, then at Cheng Jiao, who looked more like a guard with a knife than Qintong, and sighed: "Forget it Jiaojiao, you go to the door."

Hearing this, Cheng Jiao stood up, walked out of the door, and walked to the side of the door—the same expression, it looked more like a guard with a knife.

Shang Bieyun didn't finish yawning, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Forget Cong Yin, it's early in the morning, how can anyone come at this time."

Before Cong Yin could reply, there was a "Duo Duo" knock on the door.Shang Bieyun sat up straight and looked at Cong Yin.Cheng Jiao looked over at the gate, Cong Yin nodded to him, Cheng Jiao understood and opened the gate.

At the door is a carriage with four carriages, the rafters are square, the groom is skilled and capable, his eyes are straight ahead without glancing around, there are patterns of bluebirds floating on the soft curtain of the carriage, and beside the carriage stands a maidservant dressed in autumn fragrance, with a dignified appearance Impressively, he stretched out the curtain and said something to the carriage. After a while, a hand was stretched out from the carriage to put on the maidservant's hand.

Cong Yin's eyes were particularly good, and he saw the hand at a glance, thinking, it's over.Immediately lifted his spirits and said loudly: "The honored guests stop."

Those hands stopped, the coachman and the maid looked at Cong Yin together, and the maid even frowned at Cong Yin.

Cong Yin stabilized his voice: "Guests, please go back, we will not accept you, and I hope you will take care of me."

The author has something to say: catch up, catch up.

I basically don't use words very much, today I mainly want to thank the two little angels.

One is the little angel who knows if Yuyan is not.I just learned about popular science nutrient solution today, and I was shocked when I saw my own nutrient solution, which is more than my collection on the street hahaha.I checked the background and found that they were all sent by little angel Yuyu.Thank you for your love, I don’t know if you are still watching it, sorry I didn’t know thank you until today.

The other one is the little angel Chachachazi. Even if I rush to the street to make a decision, I will leave a comment for every chapter. To be honest, it has become my motivation for updating hahahaha.

grateful.I have nothing to repay, what can I do, I can only try to update, Jiumi.