The Legend of Hibiscus Lonely Immortal

. "I thought that there was nothing to eat in this small place in Qingcheng. I didn't expect that although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The temple is small and there is a big Bodhisattva! I have never heard of these dishes in the capital."

Birou smiled, "Ms. Huang made these specially, and it's as an apology to everyone."

"Ah? So Miss Huang did it!" Prince Nan was even more surprised.

Ye Mao nodded in satisfaction, "Good food! It's very elegant! It's just that if good food is paired with a good name, it's the best of both worlds!" Ye Chen gave him an annoyed look, "I don't like your jittery look the most. The crooked literati are so sour! Eat as soon as you eat, don't care about poetry!"

"No! I think Miss Huang's cooking must be the same as I thought, good food with good mood!"

Huang Rong smiled slightly, "Brother Ye Mao is worthy of being the most intelligent person in Baiyun City. Every dish of mine does have a name."

"Oh? What is it?" Ye Gucheng was also a little curious.

There was a hint of cunning in Huang Rong's eyes.She walked over slowly, Prince Nan pointed to the one closest to him and asked, "What is this?"

"One Leaf Knows Autumn."

"What about this?"

"Gu Yun goes to idle alone."

"This bowl of soup?"

"The river surrounds the night and the city is cold."

Prince Nan clapped his hands with a smile: "Wonderful! Wonderful! It really has a profound artistic conception and is very famous!" Ye Mao also joked to Huang Rong: "Is there still 'Long Smoke Falling Sun' and 'Great Desert Cold Mountain Black'? ?”

Ye Chen quietly moved his face closer to Ye Mao next to him, "Where is the famous hall? Where is the artistic conception? Why didn't I see it?"

Ye Mao gave Ye Chen a gouged look, "I told you not to read normally! You don't understand such a simple thing? Don't you think there is a word implied in every dish?"

"What word?"

"Thousands of mountains, long smoke and setting sun... Oops!" Ye Maogang wanted to say, but he felt that his foot had been trampled hard.He gritted his teeth, glanced at Ye Yin on the right who had a calm face, and dared not make a sound.

Ye Zilin looked at Huang Rong with great interest, pointed to the three big dishes in front of him and asked: "These three must be more different, right? This silk is like a snow mountain, but I don't know the blue soup underneath. What is it?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "It's a lotus leaf."

"Lotus leaves?" Ye Zilin asked suspiciously: "How could there be lotus leaves in this season?"

Huang Rong smiled almond-eyed, "I couldn't believe it at first. But I saw lotus leaves in the kitchen, so I asked the cook here. Then he told me that Qingcheng is a small town with a special terrain. The Central Plains is warm and hot; it is also close to southern Zhejiang, surrounded by mountains, so spring and summer here always come earlier than other places. These are the most tender new lotus leaves, and this section of fish has green The unique earthy smell of the city river water can't be removed with wine. So I had an idea and used lotus leaf juice to cover it up."

Ye Zilin smiled and asked: "Then what is the name of this dish?"

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain."

"Changyun dark snow mountain in Qinghai?" Ye Zilin narrowed his eyes, stroked his long beard, and laughed foolishly twice.

The delicacy of this meal is undeniable.Especially Prince Nan, who didn't have lunch in the first place, and was hungry all afternoon.If it wasn't for a little bit of scruples about the demeanor of the little prince, I'm afraid he would have already thrown off his cheeks and ate his belly round.

The son of the Southern Prince clicked his tongue and praised Huang Rong: "I didn't expect Miss Huang Rong to be the best chef in the world. In my opinion, even the chief chef of the Tianxiang Building in the capital should obediently give up his seat." It's better, Miss Huang will go to the palace with the king and be the private cook of our palace. I don't know what to do?"

Private cook?Huang Rong blinked her eyes, curled her lips, and snorted softly, "I don't want it. I only serve as a private cook for my own family. Even if you give me thousands of dollars, I won't go."

Prince Nan smiled awkwardly, "It's true. It seems that whoever marries Miss Huang will be the most lucky person in the world."

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Little Theater (Moe Version)

Ye Chen (opening his watery eyes pitifully): Fourth brother, what are the names of Miss Huang's dishes? Why do you all know it, but I don't?

Ye Mao (gouges out his eyes, complacently): Let me tell you that I am a scholar who is useless!

Ye Chen: Fourth brother, tell me quickly, it seems very interesting.I didn't know that Biore and the others would laugh at me

Ye Mao: In Qianzhangli, the long smoke sets in the sun and the lonely city closes; the next sentence for the cold mountain in the desert is yellow at night in the lonely city; the next sentence for the Changyun dark snow mountain in Qinghai is the lonely city looking at Yumen Pass in the distance... Fifth, do you understand?

Ye Chen nodded repeatedly (laughing): Got it!Miss Huang's dishes are full of castellan!

Ye Mao nodded slightly, feeling very relieved: "Old Wu, you have finally enlightened!"

Ye Chen (slobbering): Braised Santo, Steamed Santo, Fried Santo, Vinegared Santo, Sauce-baked Santo... Miss Huang meant to say that Santo is beautiful and delicious!

Ye Mao fell to the ground in a deep coma, foaming at the mouth; beside him was the city lord with black lines on his face...

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14 Farewell to You

The new moon is like a hook, what time is the remaining star.The window of Ye Gucheng’s room is facing the inner courtyard of the inn. There is a single lamp, and the mottled tree shadows are projected on the wall through the half-opened window lattice, shaking slightly. I don’t know if it’s because of the candlelight or the breeze.

Ye Gucheng stood holding a sword, his deep eyes seemed to be looking at something, and seemed to be concentrating deeply.

At this time, Ye Zilin came over, stood side by side with Ye Gucheng, chuckled, and chanted: "In a thousand mountains, the long smoke sets in the sunset and the lonely city is closed; the desert is cold and the mountains are black, and the lonely city is yellow at night; The snow-capped mountains, the lonely city looking at the Yumen Pass in the distance! Every word of Miss Huang implies the city owner."

Ye Gucheng slightly bent the corner of his mouth, "You don't worry too much, it's just a 16-year-old girl. I took her in and taught her swordsmanship; she treats me like an older brother; maybe...or maybe Rely on me as his father." He stroked his beard subconsciously, and couldn't help but think of the day when he met Huang Rong for the first time at the beach.

Ye Zilin let out a burst of hearty laughter, "Why should the city lord deceive himself?"

Ye Gucheng turned his face slightly, looked at Ye Zilin, and said coldly: "Are you trying to say that she has feelings for me or that I have feelings for her?"

"Like a person who drinks water and knows how warm it is!" Ye Zilin's words were short and powerful, and the eight words struck Ye Gucheng's heart like a hammer.In the entire Baiyun City, only Ye Zilin dared to talk to Ye Gucheng like this, and even more dared to tell him the truth that others dared not tell.

"You're wrong. The word love doesn't belong to me, Ye Gucheng." The night breeze brushed his hair by the sideburns, his eyes were as dark as night, and there was no trace of attachment.

Ye Zilin spread out his hands, "I don't know the origin of the love, but the love is deep as long as it goes. If a person is not a sage, can he be innocent? If a person is not a god, can he be ruthless?"

"You think I have feelings?" Ye Gucheng felt a little ridiculous at Ye Zilin's words.He has always thought of himself as a cold and heartless person with no family, no friends, and no lover.

"Yes! Of course!" Ye Zilin's words were sonorous and forceful, "To your sword, to the people of Baiyun City, to the retainers of the City Lord's Mansion, to every plant and tree on Feixian Island, to the sea, to the mountains and rivers, to the rivers and mountains... including How can you be ruthless towards Miss Huang?"

Ye Gucheng didn't turn his face away, but said to Ye Zi indifferently: "Did you forget that my favorite poem is 'Yellow River far above the white clouds, a lonely city Wanren Mountain'?"

Ye Zilin bent the corner of his mouth, nodded and said, "Of course I remember. The city lord is already in the clouds, and it will be a matter of time before he sits on the magnificent mountains and rivers."

Among the twelve guards, Ye Zilin had followed Ye Gucheng the longest, so he naturally understood the city lord's thoughts the best.It's too cold to be high!Ye Gucheng became famous when he was young, and the reputation of Baiyun City Lord has long been famous in the world.The ancient sages are all lonely, let alone the sword master?For him, the greatest loneliness is that he has no opponent.So he chose something that everyone in the world wanted, but dared not covet.

After being alone in the martial arts, there is nothing like being alone in the world; on the top of the Forbidden City, under one person, above ten thousand people.

"Have you ever regretted doing this with me?" The afterimage of the candlelight shone on Ye Gucheng's sharp outline like a knife.

Ye Zilin shook his head, "The subordinates only have the word 'loyalty' in their hearts, nothing else."

Ye Gucheng had already expected Ye Zilin's words, which also made him gratified and proud.I'm afraid that the imperial guards in the emperor's palace today are not as good as his twelve guards in Baiyun City.

"Our fate has already belonged to the city lord. Whether it is success or failure, the twelve guards have no regrets. It's just the city lord. After all, success or failure in this matter is equal. There is one person, do you really plan to involve her?"

Of course Ye Gucheng knows who Ye Zilin is referring to, but in fact, is this not what he thinks in his heart?Yu Jiansui of Baiyun City can't completely protect her for the rest of her life; in case things are revealed and the success fails, who will protect her life?She is only 16 years old.

Ye Zilin went on to say: "Miss Huang is very smart, she is a rare woman in the world. I can see that the son of the world is very concerned about Miss Huang's intelligence, and he wants to take it for his own use. If you go to the capital, if Also bring Ms. Huang back to the palace. With Ms. Huang's intelligence, she is bound to be unable to contain the fire. We are all dead men, but Ms. Huang may not support the move of the city lord. Maybe in her eyes... the city lord did this Well, he is a rebellious traitor. In the end, only two people will be harmed."

Ye Zilin's last words are like a wake-up call,