The enemy has a crush on me

Qingze went back with two weed cakes, stood in front of Yin Luo, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hand the grass cakes to Yin Luo.Stretching halfway, seeing Yin Luo's closed eyes and calm expression, he changed his mind again, raised his hand, and the grass cake and the paper bag were thrown on the ground beside Yin Luo.

This is obviously an extremely offensive action.

He said, "Let's eat."

When Yin Luo saw the two straw cakes thrown on the ground, his expression was a little ugly, as if he felt that he was being teased.

"presumptuous.

Yin Luo was really angry. Although he suppressed the second word, he still showed some flaws.After all, he has a rich stomach, even if he was dizzy and dizzy from hunger, he still turned his face sideways, leaned his back against the corner, straightened his back, continued to close his eyes and rest his mind, with an embarrassing and rebellious posture.

Seeing his reaction, Qing Ze said, "It seems that you are not very hungry either."

He seemed a little angry, as if he was the one who was offended: "You pretended to be so miserable, you must want me to worry, but I have a harder heart than anyone else, and I don't feel bad when I see someone die. If the death is too It's ugly, and I think it dirty my eyes. What's more, you human emperors are all double-faced hypocrites in my heart. You are suffering from hunger now, so it must be the karma of why you don't eat minced meat."

Yin Luo ignored him at first, but opened his eyes when he heard his last sentence, his voice was still a little hoarse: "I have never pretended to be a gentleman, and I am not afraid of being reprimanded behind me. But I have worked hard, everything is for Xuanyong, I also think that I am worthy of Xuan Yong. Song Qingze, you can say that I am wrong in many ways, but the crime of not eating minced meat cannot be put on my head."

Qing Ze's tone was extremely sarcastic: "Why do you have to argue in front of me?"

He also said: "You are so righteous because you are a tyrant who claims to be a wise king but is arbitrary and only good at conquering and disregarding the people's feelings. All you hear in your ears is the voice of being forced by the emperor's power to praise you. You are tired of being eaten by others. The delicacies from the mountains and seas, even eating a bowl of ordinary small noodles is condescending, naturally, it is unexpected that there has been a three-year drought here, and ordinary people eat bran cakes made of this kind of wild grass stalks."

Yin Luo said: "Absurd."

He didn't believe what Qing Ze said, he coughed out of anger after saying these two words, and he calmed down and said, "I know the drought situation in the northern border, but the relief money allocated every year is definitely more than enough, and officials have been appointed to assist the northern border." Feedback has been positive both in terms of relocation of people from the environment and replanting of drought-tolerant crops.”

Qing Ze was noncommittal, just looked around for a while, called a boy who happened to be not far away, asked a series of questions, and got all the answers shaking his head.

Every time the boy shook his head to a question, Yin Luo's expression became more dignified.

In the end, Qing Ze gave a few more copper coins, and watched the little boy run away holding the copper coins as if he had found a treasure.

Qing Ze raised his hands and said with some cynicism: "Your Majesty, can you hear me? These are all your great achievements."

Yin Luo's face was really pretty, he frowned, and after pursing his lips for a long time, he murmured: "...these bastards."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the vegetable cakes on the ground, his nostrils contracted slightly, and he cursed in a more serious voice that seemed to come from the depths of his throat, almost gnashing his teeth: "These bastards!"

If he was wearing an imperial robe at this time, he would really have the majestic and majestic aura of a dragon.

But now he was really weak and embarrassed, and after drinking, he covered his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.

He was already physically exhausted, but when he spit out this mouthful of blood, the situation was truly terrifying.Qing Ze almost thought that he was going to be so impatient and die of anger.

—He didn't even know it.

Qing Ze didn't know what he was thinking about Yin Luo.He has never consciously held compassion in his heart, and he has also experienced a world that is a hundred times more cruel and miserable than today, and he does not have a good impression of the human race.

But he was angry when he saw Yin Luo's expression when he ate small noodles on the street, he was angry when he saw Yin Luo's repeated chants of Xuan Yong, he was angry when he heard the secret rumors that might be closer to the truth than the superficial praise, and he was angry when he saw the street vendors in the town. The weed cake feels angry.

Although he haggles every penny and acts recklessly, he has not been angry a few times since the prehistoric period.He is a beast with a good temper, a hard heart, and a game of the world. Even if someone is upset, he will not be angry with the other party, and he will just kill him.

But when he saw Yin Luo, he often felt angry.The resentment was not so strong that he wanted to kill Yin Luo, but it never disappeared.He is like a hedgehog, his body is covered with fine and dense thorns, every time he faces Yin Luo, he will stab him like that.

Is it because Yin Luo's appearance is too similar to Ying Long that he was angered by himself?Or is it because he disdains Yin Luo for playing too well the rules of the weak and the strong?

Qing Ze didn't understand and didn't care.

But Yin Luo looks really miserable now.For some reason, this person has been hanging on half breath for several years, and now even this half breath is almost starved, and he is so angry that he may die of anger at what he said.Qingze had no choice but to change his tone and said: "There were steamed buns at the stall just now, and if you lose the vegetable cakes, you throw them away. I'll buy you two steamed buns. You don't want to throw them away, otherwise... I will die of starvation too. I won't care."

He was so righteous, as if he was not the one who made the ridicule just now.

Yin Luo wiped off the blood on his lips with his hand, and said, "No need."

He also knew why Qing Ze deliberately made things difficult for him just now, picked up the wild vegetable cakes on the ground, and swallowed the half mouthful of blood that hadn't been spit out in his mouth: "On the battlefield, don't talk about vegetable cakes, even bark cakes They can all be used to satisfy hunger."

Because the vegetable cake was too dry, he forced a few mouthfuls and then coughed non-stop. After a while, he continued to eat.

"Nothing matters more than staying alive."

Qingze watched him swallow the wild vegetable cake, his expression was no different from that of him eating palace tribute vegetables and street side noodles.It's an expression that can't perceive the taste of the food itself, and seems to be eating just to replenish enough energy.

Qingze asked: "What's the smell?"

Yin Luo hesitated for a moment, then replied, "It's okay."

It was this kind of expression that even he himself didn't realize, looking away slightly, with a guilty conscience.

Qingze reached out and snatched Yin Luo's unfinished half of the straw cake, and took a bite.

There is mud and sand, no oil and salt, and it is difficult to swallow.

He swallowed the straw cake and said, "You have a pretty wide range."

Yin Luo didn't expect that he would suddenly attack to snatch it, his expression stiffened for a moment, he pursed his lips, and didn't speak any more.

Qing Ze saw his expression and understood.

It's not that he's used to delicacies from mountains and seas and dismisses that bowl of ordinary noodles, but that he can't taste that bowl of noodles at all.

Perhaps his sense of taste had been lost when he became a living dead, half-human and half-demon.

He couldn't answer Qing Ze, whether the bowl of noodles was good or not.

Qing Ze regarded him as someone else to ask.

Qing Ze blinked, turned around, and said, "Call me when you have a rest."

After a while, Yin Luo regained some strength, stood up, and said to Qing Ze, "Let's go."

Qing Ze still turned his back to him: "It's getting late and it's hard to know the way. Let's find an inn here to rest tonight. We'll start tomorrow."

At this time, the sun had not set, so it was actually not too late, but after he said this, he did not listen to Yin Luo's reply, and walked forward on his own, as if he was sure that Yin Luo would not run away, and he did not look back to confirm Will Yin Luo keep up?

Yin Luo followed him at a distance of two or three meters, walked into the town, and saw the hawker who was cleaning up the stall, and there were indeed two large dustpans of dried wild vegetable cakes on it.He stopped when he was walking, put his hands in his sleeves, and clenched his fists. When he came back to his senses, he found that Qing Ze was waiting in front of the inn door not far ahead.

The inn is spacious and should have a prosperous business, but it hasn't been repaired for two or three years, so it looks old after all.

Qingze reserved a room, waited for the moonlight to cover, lit the candle lamp, sat on the bedside, looked at the candlelight for a while, looked at the beams for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything.His temper during the day had subsided, and he said to Yin Luo, "Go to bed early." After speaking, he went to blow out the candles.

Yin Luo spoke up.