The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Ever since Bai Lin tried Yin Tingli's black charcoal cakes, he never let him cook again.

Where is this pastry?Bai Lin looked at the piece of black charcoal on the jade plate, no matter how delicate the plate was, it couldn't bring out the half-excellence of the pastry.

"Your Highness, did you do this?"

Yin Tingli nodded happily.

Bai Lin couldn't help but slander from the bottom of his heart: "Don't you know how to count what you do?"

But he didn't touch his face in front of outsiders, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've seen His Highness cook, His Highness looks so handsome, handsome, and this pastry must be delicious."

Yin Tingli couldn't find it after hearing his boast. If everyone thinks his cakes are good, then his cakes are really good.

The corner of Yue Jiu's mouth couldn't help twitching now, thinking: "This isn't a family, so I really don't want to enter the house!"

"A Lin, would you like to try it?" Yin Tingli looked up at him eagerly.

"Ahem...Your Highness." Bai Lin suddenly covered his chest and coughed, and tears were coughed up, "I'm afraid it's a relapse of an old illness, I have some cough, and I can't eat or drink as I please. I'm afraid this cake, Ah Lin, is not blessed Enjoyed."

As soon as Yin Tingli heard him coughing, he became flustered, and quickly stepped forward to pat him on the back: "At this time, why do you care about cakes or not? Go back to the room and lie down. You can save the cakes for next time. The body is the most important."

What?Do you want to save the pastry for next time?

Bai Lin hurriedly evaded: "Your Highness, this pastry won't taste good next time, if you give it to Yue Jiu, I'm afraid he hasn't tasted the pastry made by His Highness."

Yue Jiu was also shot while lying down. He wanted to say that he had eaten, and even ate all those failed products.

Yin Tingli held Bai Lin in one hand and walked into the room: "Alright, alright, go back and lie down quickly, don't worry about anything here."

September nine...

Lush and lush, the overlapping bamboo forests are rustling by the breeze, and the criss-crossing bamboo leaves cut the sunlight into mottled pieces.

I only heard the sound of a piano and the sound of a few long swords piercing the space.Yin Tingli was sitting in the middle of the bamboo grove, holding the long qin in his hand, plucking the strings with both hands.Bai Lin's soaring and leaping accompanied by the music, he raised his sword at will, the sword wandered like a white dragon, twisting and circling, sometimes delicate and shallow, suddenly leaping up from the ground, flying like a gust of wind, and the fallen leaves fluttered like a gust of wind.

"A Lin, why don't you continue practicing sword?" Yin Tingli looked at Bai Lin standing among the fallen leaves.

Bai Lin glanced at him, put his right index finger in front of his mouth: "Shhh!"

"I heard the sound of a carriage."

Yin Tingli listened intently, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where? Why can't my husband hear you?"

Bai Lin thought to himself that he could hear it so clearly, why didn't His Highness hear it?

He raised his hand and turned Yin Tingli's ear to the source of the voice: "Listen again!"

Yin Tingli shook his head in a daze.

But Bai Lin was in a hurry, there were few people in this place, how could there be the sound of a carriage?Could it be that Yin Tingchen discovered it?Send someone over to catch them?

He hurriedly grabbed Yin Tingli's hand and ran straight into the bamboo house: "Your Highness, there is really a sound of a carriage. Maybe my ears are better than yours, so you can't hear it. Let's go out and hide for a while. For a while. If Yin Tingchen and his gang come, then we will be miserable."