The heroine kidnapped the female partner!

Wu Jiao looked at the gossip with a blank expression——

[Shock!The Son of the Chosen is full of rustic looks! ]

What is "earthy"? ?What Sheng sent is the most beautiful one, can you speak? !

Fortunately, Sheng can't see these messages now.

"His Royal Highness..." The personal butler next to him trembled.

Really ignorant, you gossip is just gossip!How can you say that another king in the future has a bad vision? ?

Take a look, it's all you, the princess is angry!

The personal butler crazily complained about the gossip group in his heart, trying to maintain his poise on his face.

"Is it beautiful?" Wu Jiao suddenly looked at the housekeeper gloomyly, and asked this endless question.

As witty as a housekeeper, she certainly knew what her Royal Highness was asking.

"Beautiful, of course beautiful!" The butler cheerfully replied and kept giving his thumbs up.

In fact, she couldn't help but complain in her heart.

It's really too earthy...

The tastes of the light elves are totally different from Yang Yansheng's.

Like what colorful black, all kinds of dark colors mixed together are their favorite colors.They like all kinds of colors mixed into ghostly symbols, even khaki plus black, or even shit yellow plus red and green are nothing to them.

And... the light color is what they think is the most earthy.

That's right, light colors.For example, sky blue and light pink are colors that most people will prefer.

As an outsider, Yang Yansheng was blinded when she went shopping on the street. After searching for a long time, she found a gadget that didn't have the devil's mixed color in a dilapidated stall.

The reason why Yang Yansheng, who has the memory of the original owner, does not know the preferences of most of the elves here is because the original owner either went to the deep mountains to practice, or stayed in the dark forest, which is where the dark elves gather, and read all kinds of magic books or history books. .

So there are gossip groups making complaints about gossip.

"It's good to know. It's interesting." Wu Jiao was about to put down the leaf with gossip.

Just when she put down the message, she glanced at the next message on the opposite side.

Um? ? ?wonderful love? ? ?

Wu Jiao picked up the leaf again.

There are two pictures on the magic record on the leaf.

The person in picture a is exactly Wu Jiao—Wu Jiao who stood in front of Yang Yansheng with a "stingy" face.

Picture b is Wu Jiao wearing "rustic" things all over her body, with a happy smile like that...

"Love? What love? Where is love here?" Wu Jiao frowned, turning the leaves over and over.

"Come and see, what exactly do you want to express?" Wu Jiao, who had a sudden pause, waved to the butler beside her, and handed the leaves to her.

"Your Majesty, you and that person are really in a beautiful relationship." The butler said solemnly, and actually began to wipe away tears while talking.

True Housekeeper Steady wiped it while spurning herself in her heart.

Look at you, how could you cry in front of His Highness the Princess!What about your stable personality? ? ?

"Which one?" Wu Jiao was a little unresponsive.

Regarding this gossip and what the housekeeper said, she didn't think about it at all, so she naturally looked confused.

"The other king in the future." The housekeeper wiped away the tears from her face, and began to maintain her mature and steady personality again.

Wu Jiao's eyes widened before she realized what the gossip was about.

"What nonsense!" Wu Jiao gave the housekeeper a fierce look, "The other elves don't know, don't you? Don't talk nonsense, I don't have that kind of relationship with Sheng."

"Yes, my subordinates offended me." The housekeeper, Wu Jiao, seemed about to explode, so she said something against her will.

Not now, but in the future! ! !Your Royal Highness, don't be too sure!

The butler has the truth in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense about these things in the future." Wu Jiao stood up and left.

She didn't want others to say that because she felt that she had to maintain her Sheng's reputation.

It's not that she feels that her own status is not worthy of Yang Yansheng, but that she feels that there is nothing between the two of them, and everyone insists on saying it like this.

She knew that Yang Yansheng wouldn't care about these things, but she did—because of these non-existent things, Yang Yansheng became the object of discussion.

Although most of them have good intentions, there are also elves who do not have good intentions.

She does not allow the person she protects to be secretly dissed.

Although Wu Jiao was reluctant to spread the fake news like this, she really had nothing to do with the gossip group.

The gossip group is an organization in Mingjian, as long as there are gossips, they will be there, and they will be scattered all over the place.

They do not have a clear gossip leader, and members come from all walks of life, with a large number and strong mobility.

So in other words, the gossip group can be said to be most of the white elves...

Just around the palace, 80.00% of them are members of the gossip group. What do you think Wu Jiao should do?

Thinking of this, Wu Jiao shook her head helplessly.

There are countless gossipers in the world, and they are the first to eat melons, especially like to eat her Wu Jiao's melons.

But this is also an expression of her people's love for her.

……

This time Wu Jiao returned to the palace just to deal with some matters that had to go through her hands, now Wu Jiao rushed to Yang Yansheng's place after dealing with it.

Because Yang Yansheng said to relax this time when he came back.

The two passed by the god of death together, so during this time the two decided to get along well for a while.

Just two people.

When Wu Jiao arrived, Yang Yansheng was waiting for her at the door.

"Jiaojiao, come quickly." Yang Yansheng brought Wu Jiao into the room, the two sat next to each other, and then Yang Yansheng handed her the juice on the table.

There is no such thing as fruit juice in the elf world, so Yang Yansheng squeezed this glass himself.

The fruit used was picked by Yang Yansheng early in the morning, and when he picked it back, there was still morning dew.

Wu Jiao took it and drank it without hesitation.

The juice in the mouth is sour and sweet, which suits Wu Jiao's taste very well, so Wu Jiao finished the whole glass of juice before saying, "It's delicious!"

"As long as you like it, I can squeeze it for you every day in the future." Yang Yansheng took the cup and patted Wu Jiao's head with a loving face.

Wu Jiao was still immersed in the sweet and sour just now, so she narrowed her eyes and enjoyed the artificial service.

Every time Wu Jiao would say "not tall" or something, in fact every time she would show a face of enjoyment and enjoyment.

"Take a break, we'll go to the kitchen later." Yang Yansheng comforted Wu Jiao, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay." Wu Jiao leaned on Yang Yansheng's shoulder.

A few days ago, Yang Yansheng promised to teach Wu Jiao how to cook, and now he is about to start teaching.

Wu Jiao thought about it.

How will Sheng teach me?

……

The kitchen has already prepared a bunch of dishes.

Both of them stood in front of the kitchen knife and the chopping board.

"Jiaojiao, come here, I'll wrap it up for you." Yang Yansheng smiled and took out his homemade kitchen apron, hugged Wu Jiao face to face, and helped her tie the knots behind.

Wu Jiao didn't dare to move for a while.

Yang Yansheng's hair was a bit short, and because of his posture, all the strands of hair stuck to her neck, scratching her neck itchy.

Even the heart is a little itchy.

After Yang Yansheng tied the knots, he started his own teaching.

Wu Jiao regained her distraction from just putting on the apron, and concentrated on listening to Yang Yansheng's words.

"First of all, it's not convenient to hold the knife like this." Yang Yansheng kept his gestures, and then showed Wu Jiao a 360-degree view without any dead ends.

Wu Jiao picked up the knife and followed suit.

Yang Yansheng nodded and continued:

"There are several ways to cut vegetables..." She demonstrated.

Wu Jiao nodded, and began to cut vegetables with a serious face.

This time she sliced ​​carrots.

First, Wu Jiao cuts carrots into chunks, then strips, and finally shreds.

When cutting into pieces, Wu Jiao felt that her usually very sensitive hand was out of control at the moment, and she always felt that it was going to slip out of her hand.

Not only that, she felt that the carrot was super hard, and she felt like she was cutting a stone.

As a result, with one knife down, she only cut half of the carrot, and did not cut off the carrot.

Wu Jiao looked at the carrot that was about to break in embarrassment.

If she picks up her sword, let alone a carrot, she can cut a tree!

Seeing this situation, Yang Yansheng knew the reason.

This is like a student who has not picked up a pen for a long time, um, a student who has finished two months of summer vacation.

Because of the unfamiliarity, the pen becomes difficult for the students to hold, and the writing is crooked.

The same is true for Wu Jiao. She is not familiar with kitchen knives and has never cut vegetables.

"Come on, keep going and practice." Yang Yansheng encouraged.

Wu Jiao took a deep breath, remembering how she was when she chopped the sword.

So Wu Jiao went down with the knife, and there was a "click", the carrot was broken, but the cutting board was also broken...

"Nothing, keep working hard." Yang Yansheng rubbed Wu Jiao's head, cleaned up the broken cutting board and carrots, and then brought Wu Jiao to him.

She decided to teach Wu Jiao how to chop vegetables like teaching how to write.

"Jiaojiao, feel it." Yang Yansheng lowered his head and said softly.

The ambiguous heat sprayed onto the back of Wu Jiao's neck, which caused goose bumps on Wu Jiao's very sensitive back neck.

"Hmm..." She responded weakly.

"It should be like this..." Yang Yansheng said softly.

"Okay..." This time, Wu Jiao didn't know what her hands looked like, and now all her attention was on the heat on the back of her neck.

The hot air invaded Wu Jiao's body and rushed to her earlobe along with the blood.

At this moment, Wu Jiao felt her ears were burning.

Under normal circumstances, she has never burned her ears, or the one with a particularly red face.

As a result, because of this intimate contact today, and the ambiguous heat on the back of her neck, Wu Jiao's earlobe was red, and her face was as red as if she had drunk wine.

torment.

And oddly comfortable.

Wu Jiao endured the throbbing in her heart.

After finally finishing this tutorial, Wu Jiao's mind went blank.

As soon as the heat left, she felt a little bit reluctant.

"Jiaojiao, you understand...why is your face so red?" Yang Yansheng reached out to touch Wu Jiao's forehead.

"Hmm..." For a while, Wu Jiao didn't know what excuse to make.

She couldn't tell Yang Yansheng that it was because of the posture just now.