After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

Three days later, the princess of Yuanchun was buried.

In the cold and windy weather, Yan Wan stood in front of the new grave in the Yan Family Mausoleum, her eyes were flushed by the wind.

Yan's father looked solemn and said, "Wan'er, don't be wallowing in yourself. You will let your grandmother down."

Yan Wan was silent, bowed and took a handful of soil to add to the new grave.

After a while, he said, "I want to stay here with grandma for a while."

Father Yan nodded and led the people away. Although the funeral was over, there were still many things to do.

The big mausoleum was silent, Yan Wan just said in a low voice, almost like a promise: "Grandmother, don't worry, I will definitely shoulder the responsibility of the Yan family and will not shame the Yan family."

No one should.

After a long time, Yan Wan turned his head to leave, but saw a stern and burly figure standing behind him.

silent.

I don't know how long I have been with him.

Yan Wan walked over: "Brother."

Ji Fengxuan's usually cold eyes were full of pity and tenderness, he raised his hand to untie his robe, and put it on him, his cold voice melted like ice: "Go back, it's very windy here."

Sitting on the carriage back to Yan Mansion, there was silence in the carriage.

Yan Wan turned her face sideways, staring at the car window covered by the purple curtain without saying a word.

The carriage bumped and swayed, and the lively scene of the market would be leaked from the bottom of the curtain.

— Nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, Ji Fengxuan said: "My mother likes to make sweet and sour fish for me to eat. Do you want to eat it? I may not do it very well."

Yan Wan turned his eyes and looked at him quietly, then forced his lower lip and said: "I think, thank you brother."

Ji Fengxuan had no other words.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, a little displeased that his tongue was so clumsy.

The silence between the two became more and more, and finally the carriage stopped at the gate of Yan Mansion.

Ji Fengxuan got out of the car first, and held the palm curtain for Yan. When he got down, he stretched out his hand to support him, and then the two entered the mansion one by one, and went straight to the kitchen.

Yan Wan lost a lot of weight, because of the death of Princess Yuanchun, she ate less and drank less, and her face looked even less fleshy.

When the servants in the kitchen saw the two coming, they retreated spontaneously. Ji Fengxuan rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the fish tank.

The fish in the Yan Mansion are usually kept in fish tanks, and they are killed only when they are eaten. They are very fresh, but Ji Fengxuan caught the fish with one hand, and knocked it unconscious with the palm of the other hand.

The fish was slaughtered neatly, and the fish was cooked beautifully. Ji Fengxuan asked someone to come in and light the fire. About two quarters of an hour later, the sweet and sour fish was ready.

The sweet and sour fish in Hei Bu Liu Qiu was a ball of paste, like charcoal, if Ji Fengxuan didn't know what he was doing, he wouldn't be able to see what it was.

It exudes an unpleasant smell, which clearly shows how poor the craftsmanship of the person who made it is, and how wronged he died.

Ji Fengxuan looked at it blankly for a while, then looked at Yan Wan standing at the door of the kitchen, and said indifferently: "I will redo it."

Yan Wan went into the kitchen and said suspiciously: "Let me see."

Then I saw the masterpiece that Ji Fengxuan had been busy for half an hour.

Ji Fengxuan couldn't hold back his face, so he slapped the plate to block them, and said, "Don't look at it."

Yan Wan wanted to laugh inexplicably: "Brother is really..."

Cook "high" hands.

He originally thought that he killed the fish with such prestige, and the fish would not be badly cooked.

There are really few people like Lan Pei. If it was him, he would definitely do well.

Ji Fengxuan poured out the plate of charcoal fish with a cold face, and said, "Go back to your room first, I'll prepare it and bring it to you."

Yan Wan was very patient: "There is nothing left and right, I will just wait here."

Ji Fengxuan didn't say it was bad, he caught fish in the fish tank again, and made a new one for him.

It's still half an hour...

Ji Fengxuan: "..."

Yan Wan said: "At least you can read this one, brother, don't be discouraged."

Again.

Do one more.

Ji Fengxuan only knows how to kill fish, probably because he kills fish like a human being, disemboweling them in one go, so he is very familiar with them.

But he is indeed not suitable for cooking. A person who has always been indifferent and steady stands so awkwardly in front of the stove, and the sword and spatula in his hand are very different from his general temperament.

His face was ashes from the smoke, but he didn't care about it, and frowned tightly, as if he was fighting with the oil and salt in the pot.

Sugar is easy to burn, making the fish body black. He decided to make pure salty sweet and sour fish without sugar, but it still failed.

The fish in the fish tank was caught in a blink of an eye. When the last one was left, Ji Fengxuan glanced at Yan Wan, and pursed his lower lip. If he couldn't do this well, Yan Wan would have nothing to eat.

His eyes fell on the fainted fish, Ji Fengxuan raised his knife and changed the way of cooking, and soon a boiled fish was ready.

Bringing the boiled fish to Yan Wan, although Yan Wan was a little surprised, he didn't say anything.

He was already hungry, so he was naturally not picky, so he drank the fish soup with a spoon.

There is a lot of sugar in the soup, and it tastes sweet mixed with the delicious taste of fish, which is not bad.

Ji Fengxuan said slowly: "Sorry, I'm not good at cooking."

Yan Wan shook her head: "Brother has done a good job."

It is not easy to succeed in such a difficult dish as sweet and sour fish, let alone his first time cooking.

Ji Fengxuan remained silent, watching him finish the fish bit by bit and drink the soup, his face softened more and more.

Then, he said: "Thank you brother for your hospitality, it's just that there is too much sugar, eating too much may cause tooth decay."

"It's okay."

Ji Fengxuan raised his hand and used his sleeve to wipe off the grease stains from the corners of his lips.

"Even though you lost all your teeth, no one dares to dislike you."

Yan Wan's heart warmed, and he looked at his face, and the two eyes met inadvertently.

All are startled.

Ji Fengxuan immediately withdrew his hand, looked away, and returned to his cool expression: "I haven't closed my eyes for a few days. I'll go back on the road and sleep after eating."

Yan Wan said: "Thank you."

Ji Fengxuan didn't appreciate it, and turned his back until there was no sound behind him.

Yan Wan stepped away from the kitchen and went back to the wing room alone, but a servant from the kitchen chased after him and said, "My lord, I'll see you off."

Apparently Ji Fengxuan instructed, Yan Wan did not refuse, and went all the way back to her wing.

Fushun and Huaying had been waiting for a long time, they were overjoyed to see him come back, and they called together: "Master."

Yan Wan looked at them and said, "I want to sleep for a while."

It made the two of them very happy.

Yan Wan has been guarding the Zhilan Garden since the Princess of Yuanchun was diagnosed with a severed pulse, and she couldn't sleep well all night.

Now that he is finally willing to take care of himself and sleep well, wouldn't it be great news.

Huaying hurriedly said: "My lord, the bed sheets have been replaced with new ones, and they have been scented with incense. You should sleep well. I promise that no one will disturb you."

Yan Wan nodded, went into the inner room, lay down on the bed with all her clothes on, and soon fell asleep.

This sleep was drowsy, and he slept for a full day and night.

No matter how sad, no matter how sad, physical fatigue is unavoidable, Yan Wan has been exhausted for so many days, and she is holding on with one breath.

Now the breath is relieved, the whole person fell into unconsciousness, he had a long, long dream, it was all about the past with Princess Yuanchun, he was extremely happy.

Unexpectedly, there is no sadness at all, until Yan Wan wakes up, this dream is also joyful, the black hair seems to still have the touch of Yuanchun princess touching him in the dream.

Fushun waited on him to dress and wash, and carefully asked him: "Master, are you hungry?"

At this moment, Hua Ying came in with a food box.

She put the food box on the table, her pretty face was full of complex colors.

Yan Wan was keen and asked her: "What's the matter? Who sent it?"

Hua Ying bit her red lips, and said with a little reluctance: "The eldest son gave it."

Yan Wan paused for a moment, walked over and opened the food box to have a look, inside was a plate of hot sweet and sour fish with bright color, rich aroma, and white thick porridge.

He hesitated, picked up the chopsticks, poked the fish with the head of the chopsticks, and brought it to his mouth. The fish was tender and melted in the mouth, with a sweet and sour taste.

Yan Wan was really startled, and then smiled slowly: "Brother is indeed very capable."

Learned so quickly.

Hua Ying said sullenly: "Young Master said, you haven't eaten well these days, maybe your spleen and stomach are weak, and it's best to drink some clear porridge."

"okay, I get it."

Yan Wan sat down, finished the bowl of porridge, and used up the sweet and sour fish.

Although it was sent by Ji Fengxuan, Yan Wan ate deliciously, Huaying felt a little better, and couldn't help but said: "Your love and care for him is not in vain, and the eldest son has a little conscience."

Because of this sweet and sour fish, the back kitchen of Yan's family almost turned into a fish pond. Ji Fengxuan bought tank after tank, killed and cooked it, cooked it and poured it, poured it and killed it.

After soaking there for a whole day and night, I finally made a decent one.

Even the servants in the back kitchen were moved to tears.

After Yan Wan finished eating, she put down her chopsticks, wiped her lips, and said: "Of course, elder brother has always been very good. Don't disrespect him in the future. I sincerely treat him as an elder brother."

Huaying hesitated to speak, but finally gave up: "...Yes."

Yan rolled her body and said, "Let's go, accompany me to sort out grandma's belongings."

All the things she liked during her lifetime will be burned to her.

At the same time, the main hall of the Yan family.

The three figures sit or stand, all in the posture of a dragon and a phoenix, each with its own merits.

The man in green clothes and plain hairpin sat upright, his wide sleeves hanging down like clouds, drinking tea casually.

The snow-white figure stood with his hands behind his back, like a cedar on the top of Tianshan Mountain, admiring the paintings of famous artists on the wall of the main hall.

There was another man in blue with gentle eyes, sitting in the tail seat, playing with the bell on his waist, his mind was calm, and he didn't say a word.

Then, the tall and strong man in black clothes stepped into the threshold, with a stern look on his face, his piercing eyes swept across the crowds in the hall one by one, his eyes became colder and colder.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince, Taifu Song, Lord Lan."

The three people in the hall were startled, and Qiqi looked at him, and the atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became chilling.

Father Yan is busy, all distinguished guests are received by Ji Fengxuan on his behalf.

But he is really an eyesore, a person who was taken to the house by Yan's mother in the name of a righteous brother to be Yan Wan's foster husband, is really not half-favorable.

The man in green clothes and plain hairpin smiled slightly: "I want to see Wan Wan, how is he now?"

Ji Fengxuan looked at Ning Chen coldly, and said in an indifferent voice: "Thank you for your concern, Yan Wan is in a bad mood and doesn't want to see anyone, please go back, Your Highness."

Since he's not in the capital, he doesn't know that he wants to force the token of the prince and concubine to Yan Wan?

Yan Wan read with him sincerely, but he became covetous, a scumbag.

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……感谢在2020-06-2000:56:12~2020-06-2021:52:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Fengliuer;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: study hard and win a bottle of glory for the country;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!