The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold wind came in from the broken window in the classroom. Rong Ling sighed, rubbed his hands together, put on his gloves and started to do his homework.

This pink glove was given to her by Wei Yijia a few days ago. Because of the arrival of winter, many students in the class have frostbite, but only Rong Ling does not.

Not only that, because of less farm work, the skin on Rong Ling's hands is much more delicate than when he first came to this world.

Reciprocity, Wei Yijia also gave her a box of clam oil.

After Rong Ling had lunch, he washed his hands thoroughly, spread clam oil on him and lay down under the blanket.

The happiest moment of the day in winter? Probably taking a nap.

Rong Ling was lying on the bed in the dormitory, and heard other girls playing and booing: "Bring it to me to see."

"Look, don't be shy, I haven't seen what a love letter looks like before."

Rong Ling didn't even need to open his eyes to know what they were talking about. Most of these third-year junior high school students were fourteen or fifteen years old, which was the age when they first fell in love. In this age, the simplest and most direct way to confess is to write a love letter.

In a simple love letter, some people express their friendship directly, while others write a few lines of poetry in a polite way, but there is always one theme--a gentle lady, a gentleman is good.

The place where the girls in the class usually talk about little secrets is the dormitory. Everyone knows the bottom line,? You are very lively with each other: "This time, which class boy gave you a love letter. You are good-looking, but you are different."

"Oh, don't talk about it." The girl who was teased blushed, thinking that Rong Ling had fallen asleep. She whispered, "Who is better than Rong Ling in terms of beauty? I don't think anyone has ever sent her a love letter." , These boys obviously think that I am easy to handle."

"Rong Ling has a cold temper. Of course, no one dares to provoke him."

Thank goodness, Rong Ling murmured in her heart, otherwise, if someone really sent her a love letter, she couldn't tell the other party that she didn't like the opposite sex.

It turns out that if you look good, you will receive a lot of love letters?

Rong Ling suddenly thought of Wei Yijia, did she also receive a lot of love letters when she was in school?

After all, not to mention her good looks, she also has such a temperament.

Rong Ling, who was full of food, was in a daze, and suddenly remembered another thing, which was that Wei Yijia would leave the small village and go to the city after the third grandmother passed away in a year.

At that time, she will meet Professor Shen, who is also from a classroom family, and get married and have children.

Feeling a little regretful in Rong Ling's heart, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Really, what did you say? Rong Ling was still thankful yesterday that no one sent him a love letter. On Friday, when the day student on duty came back from taking out the trash, he found a strange letter in the hole in the table.

The last class in the afternoon was over, and everyone in the classroom had left completely. Rong Ling held the pale pink letter, hesitating whether to open it or not.

Just when she couldn't make up her mind, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded outside the classroom door: "A Ling?"

For some reason, Rong Ling hurriedly hid the letter behind her back like a guilty conscience, and she turned around: "Sister Wei, why are you here?"

"I came to the town to send a letter to my family, thinking that you will have a weekend today, and I will go back with you by the way."

It's just that after waiting outside the school gate for a long time, the students had almost left, and Wei Yijia didn't see Rong Ling's shadow, so she came to the classroom.

Without missing Rong Ling's small movements, she asked, "What did you take?"

"No, it's nothing." Rong Ling stammered, she thought about it, and still showed the love letter in her hand, "That's all, I don't know who sent it."

"Love letter?" Wei Yijia's face was calm, but the softness in his eyes sank.

"Ah..." Rong Ling hurriedly explained, "I just saw it too, and I didn't plan to do anything else."

Wei Yijia seemed to be pleased by her helpless reaction: "I know you are a good boy."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to Rong Ling: "In that case, I will keep this love letter for you."

Rong Ling did not refuse, and handed the love letter to Wei Yijia like throwing away a hot potato.

Wei Yijia usually rides a bicycle when she comes to town. In order to find Rong Ling, she locked her bicycle next to the crooked tree in front of the school gate.

After she stabilized her hands and sat in front of her, Rong Ling raised her legs and sat in the back seat of the car.

The main road from the town to the village is a dirt road. Although Wei Yijia pedaled slowly, there were many gravels on the road, and the uphill and downhill roads were inevitably bumpy. Rong Ling reached out and hugged Wei Yijia's waist.

She didn't notice that the opponent's figure froze.After a while, Wei Yijia seemed to think of something again: "Is it cold?"

"Not cold..." Rong Ling shook his head.

With her in front to block the wind, Rong Ling buried his head in Wei Yijia's vest, only feeling warm.

However, Wei Yijia still stopped the bicycle on the flat road. She took off the scarf around her neck and put it on before Rong Ling could react.

There was still the fragrance of Wei Yijia's hair on the plain scarf, and Rong Ling was tightly wrapped, not even letting go of the top of her head.

The scenery on both sides of the road passed by, and she couldn't help raising the corners of her lips.

When she got home, it was Ma Xiaoping who reminded her: "You and Wei Zhiqing are both scholars, and she even gave you a scarf, what a hero and cherish the hero."

It was only then that Rong Ling remembered that he forgot to take off the scarf because it was too warm.

She took off the scarf and asked Ma Xiaoping, "Mom, what are we going to cook today?"

After the autumn harvest, the granary was more than half full, and the harvest of vegetables in the field was good, and Rong Ling never felt hungry again.

Every weekend when I go home, Ma Xiaoping always makes something good for Rong Ling to beat his teeth.

But today she became embarrassed: "The rabbits have given birth to several litters. I plan to kill the old rabbits and eat them, but I haven't done it. I don't know how to eat them."

Rong Ling had been coveting that litter of rabbits for a long time, but she was not at all embarrassed: "It's okay, mom, just let me do it!"

Naturally, the job of slaughtering the rabbits was handed over to Ma Xiaoping, an expert. Rong Ling asked the system to find out the recipes and start preparing the seasonings.

Dried red peppers are cut, ginger, garlic, and scallions are sliced.

Because of the large amount of ingredients used, when Rong Ling prepared the condiments, Ma Xiaoping just peeled the two rabbits clean.

Put the rabbit meat in the pot and blanch with the spices, take it out after it is shaped, and cut it into small diced meat after cooling.

Rong Ling raised the oil pan and filled almost one-third of the iron pan. After the oil was hot, he fried the green onion, ginger, and peppercorns in the oil pan until it was dry before taking it out.

Before the meat is put in, the stove is full of fragrance.

When the fried diced rabbit was covered with a layer of red pepper, the smell made her sneezed several times.

Rong Ling covered his mouth and nose with his left hand and sneezed. In order to prevent the chili from becoming mushy, he quickly stirred it with a spatula in his right hand.

The second younger sister who was next to her was so greedy that her saliva was about to flow out, she tugged on Rong Ling's sleeve: "Sister, when will it be better?"

"It will be ready soon." Rong Ling ordered her, "Go and see if the rabbit leg is roasted."

It's already November, and every household in the country starts firewood for heating. The fire is usually in the corner of the stove house, and Sanmei and Ma Xiaoping are sitting in front of the fire and roasting rabbit legs.

Fresh rabbit legs are cut into flower knives according to the method Rong Ling said, mixed with soy sauce, vinegar and other seasonings to taste, skewered with sharpened bamboo sticks, and roasted on the fire.

Every once in a while, Rong Ling, who was cooking, would remind them to brush the rabbit legs with honey.

This honey is collected by Ma Xiaoping's man from poking beehives in the mountains every summer, and he doesn't need to spend money to buy it.

The rabbit legs have gradually exuded a shiny luster. Whether it is brushed with honey, oily chili, five-spice powder or anything else, they all have their own flavors.

Here, Rong Ling's diced rabbit was also served in the pot. She picked up chopsticks and tasted a piece of meat, and the spicy and numbing taste burst out on the tip of her tongue instantly.

The whole plate was full of meat, but it was much better than the spicy rabbit diced she ate in the modern day and couldn't find it in the chili for a long time.

Only four rabbit legs were roasted, but they were also big and fat. The younger sister sitting next to Rong Ling forgot that her mouth was full of red oil.

Probably because the food is getting better day by day, there is even half a pot of rabbit diced leftovers, and the rabbit will be eaten cold after it is cooled, which is just enough for Rong Ling to eat as a snack at school next week.

In front of the fire, Feng Xihui was also cooking.

The lotus root pork ribs soup in the pot was simmering, and the firewood was burning just enough to be ignored. Feng Xihui opened the love letter that was given to Rong Ling.

The boy's handwriting was scribbled, and even some sentences were not smooth, but it was difficult to conceal the sincerity and the frank love of the young man.

Feng Xihui looked at each word, and frowned slightly. After reading it, she crumpled the letter paper into a ball without hesitation, and threw it into the stove lightly.

The fire ignited suddenly, and the flames jumping in the furnace made Feng Xihui's eyebrows and eyes more and more condensed.

Of course she understands that even if she loses her memory, from Rong Ling's point of view, she definitely won't like these rough-headed boys.

But even so, Feng Xihui felt slightly displeased.

Feng Xihui remembered that after he met Rong Ling for the first time, he taught her how to use the breath-holding beads to hide the evil spirit. He didn't expect that Rong Ling would leave without saying goodbye and join the righteous way.

There are both male and female disciples in the Taoist sect. Even if Rong Ling deliberately kept a low profile at that time, there were only a few disciples who showed courtesy to her.

It's annoyingly many.

Recalling the past, Feng Xihui's eyes showed a bit of alienation.

Outside the illusion, Princess Longji of the Nine Heavens is still staring at the pair of jade plaques on the banyan tree.

For her, the time passed was less than a stick of incense.

During this period of time, Long Ji still couldn't figure out how the two gods, Feng Xihui and Rong Ling, could form a marriage contract.

Aren't the two of them usually incompatible?And yesterday, Fengshangshen personally punished Rongshangshen by putting her into reincarnation in front of all the immortals as punishment.

Just as Long Ji was thinking more and more confused, footsteps suddenly came from under the banyan tree.

In the shade of the trees, there are shadows of white clothes and jade crowns, and Longji on the tree hurriedly came down to salute: "Meet the emperor..."

"Hmm..." the man replied, "When I was concentrating on cultivation, I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some movement on your side?"

Such a big event really cannot be hidden from the emperor, Long Ji did not hide it: "If you go back to the emperor, I will find out that Fengshangshen and Rongshangshen have entered into a marriage contract."

"Marriage contract?" Dijun didn't seem to believe it either, "How is it possible?"

Long Ji didn't believe it at first, so she pointed out the pair of jade plaques to Dijun.

Only then did Zhuji, known as the emperor, remember that Feng Xihui had never been seen since yesterday.

His face was serious, as if he had thought of something: "I already know, don't say anything about this, don't let others know."

Of course, Long Ji obeyed the order of the superior: "Yes..."