Suo Jinling

"Nonsense!" Chen Rui slapped the square table violently, the teacup vibrated in shock and turned around a few times, "It's unseemly! Let's see what you look like!"

As soon as the words finished, Chen Rui raised his hand to raise the tea, and the hot tea flew over his head and face, pouring over Chen Jing, Chen Jing was knocked back half a step, his cheeks were hot and painful, and he woke up immediately: "Yes, I'm sorry. "

He took two steps back, clenched his fists tightly, and turned his head to look at the red stick, his neck hanging weakly on his chest.

Chen Rui laughed back angrily, and grabbed the stick with his hands: "Today I will let you understand the rules!"

"Don't be angry, general." He Zhongyin took a step forward, raised his hand to block the stick, and stood between the two of them, "The little general is smart and clever, but he just missed the hour because of his fun. It's getting late today, and the night outside is heavy with dew. Why don't you eat first."

It's okay if this person doesn't talk about it, but if he talks about it, he really feels hungry.

Chen Jing raised his eyes quietly, and covered his lower abdomen with his palms. He seemed to be frozen in the forest for several nights. If he didn't eat three meals a day, his stomach would be sour, and the pain would last until midnight.

Chen Rui had already found a lot of doctors to check his pulse, knowing his problem, he was blocked by such a person, most of his anger was vented, and he waved his arms helplessly: "Sir, let them prepare the meal first."

The two walked into the side hall, Chen Jing followed slowly with his head down, reluctantly sitting in the corner, holding two chopsticks in his hand, and poking them into the bottom of the bowl.

Not long after, the maidservant brought dinner, and put everything on the table, opened the lid and the fragrance was overflowing, several dishes were presented on the white porcelain plate, there were sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup, gold and silver stewed elbow, chestnut powder yam cake, rose lotus Ye Geng and so on, there are always different kinds, and they are placed all the way to the edge of the square table.Chen Jing was still angry with his neck choked, but now he lost his mind, and with a turn of his eyes, he picked up two chopsticks and grabbed a piece of goose meat.

"Unbecoming!" Chen Rui raised a chopstick and slapped it on the back of his hand, "There are two elders on the table, how can you lift the chopstick first?"

Chen Jing subconsciously pulled his hand back, and this hit his phalanx, causing severe pain in his veins. His fingers trembled twice, he clenched his teeth, curled up into a ball, and shivered back to his cuffs.

Chen Rui didn't want to hit his phalanx, and immediately regretted it: "..."

"I won't eat," Chen Jing slid down the wooden chair, bowing his hands perfunctorily, "I'm sorry, sir, please let me go back to my room to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left, turned around the side door sullenly, and disappeared suddenly.

"Oh," Chen Rui put down his two chopsticks, put his hands on his forehead, and lost the intention of eating, "Mr., I laughed at you. The young brother is so stubborn, it really makes people feel ashamed."

"Who knows that every piece of Chinese food on the plate is hard work." He Zhongyin picked up an elbow and put it into the bowl Shi Shiran, "This plate of delicacies is delicious, it would be a pity to let it cool down. General, listen to me, There is an old saying that eat without talking, sleep without talking, this is the way of self-cultivation, even if the general is anxious and intends to teach his younger brother, he is not in a hurry to eat for a while."

"Sir," Chen Rui said, "I was too rude."

Chen Jing went back to his bedroom, drove the maids and retainers outside, blocked the wooden door with beams, and did not allow outsiders to enter.

He nestled back on the pillow by himself, rolled up two quilts, and stuffed them into the bottom of his abdomen.

People are hungry and upset, and their minds are full of random thoughts. There is a wisp of sandalwood on that gentleman, which floats into his nose lightly.

It is so similar to the fragrance of the boy in the snow...

Maybe... Maybe it's just a coincidence. There have been wars in Daliang for years, monks, Taoists, and witches are flourishing, temples and temples are lined up, and everyone's homes are enshrined in incense and Buddhist halls. If they worship Buddha all the year round, it makes sense to wear sandalwood of.

On his side, his soul flew into the sky, with mixed feelings in his chest, and on the other side, there were two knocks on the door, and someone knocked on it from outside.

"Who is it? I told you several times not to knock on the door, and let me stay alone! Who is knocking outside?"

"Come and serve dinner to the little general," He Zhongyin replied outside the door, "Just now the little general has blue lips, white lips, and cold limbs. If he doesn't use some nourishing medicinal food, he might not be able to sleep."