Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

The Taoist priest didn't sleep and ran to the gentleman's room

"Why did Mr. Xu Xiaolang fall asleep on the table?" Wen Jing, who came out of the room, was about to report to the official about the arrangement of the memorial, when he saw Mr. Xu Xiaolang lying on the table drowsy, while the official The family just sat aside and watched quietly.

Yin Yanjun raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Jing, and said lightly: "You don't need to guard, go back to your room and sleep first!"

Mu Yu and Qi Chen didn't come back at noon, so Aunt Li cooked too much food, so she gave some of it to the village chief and his family. When she came back, Aunt Li carried a small bamboo basket with a lot of hot food in it. steamed stuffed bun.

"The village head and his family steamed buns today. When I passed by, little Aning was carrying a basket and was about to run towards us. His parents couldn't stop him. In the end, it was his grandma who was afraid that he would spoil the buns." It was only when it reached the ground that it was stopped." Aunt Li couldn't help laughing, the little grandson of the village head's family is really very gratifying.

Xu Yanqing raised the corners of his mouth: "Most children are very annoying when they make a fuss, but fat dolls can be regarded as well-behaved." Jumping around happily.

Yin Yanjun's eyes showed a hint of uncontrollable laughter. Xiaolangjun usually hated little babies, but now he seems to be a duplicitous and soft-hearted master.

In the morning, I was busy tossing the little thing that made marshmallows. After lunch, Sangpi Xianyu couldn't lift up at all, so he simply lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Turning his head sideways, Xu Yanqing saw the loosely tied hair band on his head. He touched the knot in his hair, but it didn't mean to loosen at all, so he couldn't help but cocked the corners of his mouth. It seems that the Taoist priest not only To be a good blacksmith, he even combed his hair so well.

Xianyu bowed his hands to show his deep admiration for the Taoist priest. He has been in this world for so long, and he can learn a style of hairpin hair, which is already considered a great deal of face for Xianyu.

Xu Yanqing was awakened in a daze by the chattering sounds in the yard, and the sounds of Aunt Li and Wen Jing walking back and forth and talking.

Sleeping under the quilt was a bit stuffy, Xu Yanqing lazily kicked the quilt away, and then put his feet on top of the quilt, this posture made him look tired, undisciplined and unkempt.

He continued to lie on the quilt for a long time, but the chattering outside still did not subside. Xu Yanqing dissipated the heat from covering his body at this moment, and after dawdling for a long time, he got up from the bed and opened the door .

The scene outside was a bit messy, Xu Yanqing blinked, thinking that the picture in front of him was an illusion caused by him not waking up.

But closing and opening eyes three or four times back and forth, the scene outside still hasn't changed a bit.

Seventeen or eight chickens, half-sized and small, ran back and forth across the yard. Aunt Li and Wen Jing grabbed one on one side and ran away on the other, looking very embarrassed.

A chicken cub ran to the door of Sangpi Xianyu's room and circled back and forth. It wanted to sneak into the room, but was kicked away by the indifferent Xianyu.

The chick felt that he was being hurt, so he flapped his wings and slammed into Xu Yanqing's body, and then a hand with strong bones grabbed the chicken's back, and the chicken flapped its wings to protest, but it didn't help at all.

"Taoist." Xu Yanqing called out.

"En." Yin Yanjun looked up at the disheveled little man: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Sangpi Xianyu waved his hands indifferently, and stared down at the chicken in the Taoist priest's hand, with a hint of pleasure in his eyes: "I'm tired of working, I'll use you as fried chicken tonight."

The meat of chicken cubs is very tender, and it must be delicious to make fried chicken.

Xu Yanqing salivated at the chicken cub, and sure enough, he was not a qualified salted fish, but a salted fish with a strong appetite.

Aunt Li saw a group of chickens catching one and running away from the other, she ran to the next door and called all the big and three rough nurses over to catch the chickens together.

There are many people and strength, and after working for a long time, they finally caught all the chicken cubs.

Aunt Li stared at the chicken coop in the yard and was a little worried. This place was originally a temporary chicken coop, and before it had time to repair it, it rained heavily for two or three days, probably because of the heavy rain in those few days. The temporary chicken coop was breached, and all the problems were exposed today, so all the chicks ran out.

Xu Yanqing leaned over to Aunt Li's side as if watching the excitement, and stared at the group of chicks who had calmed down for a while: "This chicken ring needs to be built again!"

"That's right!" Aunt Li sighed, "Who knew that a single rain would wash away this chicken coop."

Xu Yanqing rubbed his chin, and asked the group of big and thick guards to bring bricks and planks over, and then lazily nestled in the recliner to watch them build the chicken coop.

In ancient times, most houses were built with mud mixed with clay. The viscosity of clay is very good, but its firmness is not as strong as cement.

So the recipe for making cement appeared in Xu Yanqing's mind instantly, and Xianyu raised his hand and slapped his forehead, intending to slap away all the messy thoughts in his mind.

Cement is very good, but salted fish don't have the strength to do research, so it's better to lie flat.

Seeing that Mr. Xiao Lang slapped him on the top of his head suddenly, Yin Yanjun wanted to pull it, but before he could pull it, he heard a slap, which was quite loud.

Dumbfounding whether to laugh or cry, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of Xiao Langjun's head: "You are very smart, Yilang Jun, why did you suddenly become stupid?"

No, salted fish don't need a smart head, after this slap, the head may become a little stupid, Xu Yanqing's eyes fell on the chicken cubs in the chicken pen: "The Taoist priest still remembers which chicken hit me ?"

Yin Yanjun: How should he answer as a monk...

However, Mr. Xiao Lang seemed to be very impressed with the chicken who was doing evil, and he didn't need Taoist Xuanchen's answer at all, he directly saw the chicken that wanted to die in a group of chickens.

"Aunt Li, that chicken looks extra fat, why don't we fry it tonight!" Xianyu had eaten marshmallows, and now he couldn't forget fried chicken again.

Aunt Li: "The chicken cub is too small, it's not good, let's kill it at this time!" Why did Mr. Lang suddenly want to eat chicken?

"Hmm." Xu Yanqing stared at the chicken who was still trying to escape from prison for a moment: "The chicken of this size is the most tender when fried, and it seems to agree with me." Salted fish began to speak seriously again. Nonsense.

Aunt Li replied with a smile: "There is no chicken that would take the initiative to seek death, but if you want to eat it, let's kill the chicken tonight."

Yin Yanjun chuckled, it seems that Xiao Langjun's body is really in good shape, at first he vomited so much that he couldn't eat anything, but now he has started to take the initiative to report the menu.

Thinking of this, Yin Yanjun raised his hand and rubbed the top of Xiao Langjun's furry head.

Aunt Li went to catch chickens, and the group of nurses had already mixed the clay and started stacking bricks on the ground.

They were very nimble, and quickly built a brand new chicken coop, drove a group of chicks into the new coop, and the nurses cleaned up the mess on the ground before leaving the yard.

Seeing that Aunt Li was already preparing to kill chickens, Xu Yanqing dragged Taoist Xuanchen away contentedly. Perhaps Xianyu had a sudden conscience attack, and even comforted Taoist Xuanchen: "Don't worry, Taoist, if you don't see the killing, you will be killed." I don’t feel bad anymore, anyway, I’m the one who eats the chicken in the end.”

Yin Yanjun smiled lightly and explained to Xiao Langjun: "Actually, I am not a serious Taoist. I am in the secular world, and I am full of right and wrong. I don't care about such trivial things."

He is not really a fairy who is not stained with dust and has an immortal demeanor. Now Daliang looks peaceful, so it is not a situation that he achieved by using iron and blood methods.

People don't know how many times they have killed, let alone a chicken.

Xianyu blinked, suddenly remembered the real identity of the other party, and understood the meaning of the long story in an instant.

The yard that was messed up by a group of chickens has been tidied up by Wen Jing. Several paw prints were stepped on the table by the chickens. Wen Jing directly lifted the table to the side of the water tank and rinsed it back and forth several times. , which restores the table to its original position.

The re-built chicken coop was in the corner of the yard. Aunt Li killed the chicken in the original chicken coop, cleaned it, put the chicken in a pot to marinate, and cleaned up the old chicken coop.

When Mu Yu and Qi Chen came back from the town, they felt that the whole yard seemed different. It took Mu Yu a long time to find the location of the new chicken coop. After hearing Aunt Li's explanation, he also laughed for a while.

"But this is also good, the chicks have grown up, and their twittering is getting louder and louder every morning. Keep it far away so as not to wake up the gentleman in the morning." Mu Yu said.

But Qi Chen couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "As long as Lang Jun falls asleep, he might not be woken up by the explosion of thunder. These chicken bastards are no match for him."

Xu Yanqing didn't care about Qi Chen's mocking words at all, after all, deep sleep is a special ability of salted fish, and the taste of fried chicken is so delicious that he didn't have the energy to listen to Qi Chen's words Ramble.

Mu Yu raised those chickens very well. Although the chickens were a little smaller, the meat on their body was not inferior at all. Chickens of this size were not bad in taste and smelled delicious!

According to Mr. Lang, Aunt Li brushed the marinated chicken cubs with a layer of honey, then spread a layer of flour, and finally deep-fried the whole chicken.

The flour on the surface of the chicken turns into a layer of crispy burnt skin in a short while, and then the frying continues on a low heat. The meat of the chicken is very tender, so it is also very easy to fry.

After a cup of tea, Xu Yanqing took a pot and sat in the yard and started eating fried chicken. The salted fish didn't care about food, so he generously distributed a large piece of meat to Qi Chen and Mu Yu, and then pulled another one. Pass the chicken leg to Taoist Xuanchen.

Qi Chen: Mr. Lang, what kind of magical operation is this? Do you really not feel guilty for forcing monks to eat meat?

However, while Qi Chen was stunned, Yin Yanjun slowly raised his hand to take the crispy and tender chicken leg from Mr. Xiaolang.

It's true that Yin Yanjun doesn't eat much meat, but that's not because of his status as a monk, but because of some inside information that can't be understood by outsiders.

Wen Jing has been busy for a long time, didn't sleep well and got up to clean the yard, now he has gone back to his room to rest, Xu Yanqing pulled a piece of meat and put it in a clean bowl for him to keep.

A chicken cub is not very big, and there is not much left if everyone shares a little. Xianyu pulled the other chicken leg and gnawed it very happily.

The skin of the chicken is very crispy, and the meat that has been marinated in advance is very tender. In addition, Aunt Li's fire is just right, and the taste is very rich after one bite.

After dinner, Yin Yanjun helped Xiao Langjun to walk around in the yard. Sure enough, he didn't walk for a long time. Xianyu's fleshy face showed a dying expression again, and he was very resistant to continue walking.

The wicked Qi Chen gave him another round, and Xianyu didn't even have the strength to grab him and beat him up.

"I can't walk anymore, my legs say they are really tired." Xiao Langjun relaxed all of a sudden, his hands and feet became limp.

Yin Yanjun raised his hand to hold Xiao Langjun's waist dumbfounded. Xiao Langjun has a lazy temperament.

But his laziness is very interesting. When he encounters something he wants to do, he will be busy all day without being tired.

But when it comes to things he doesn't want to do, others really force him, and Mr. Xiao Lang doesn't bother to talk about it, but after a while, his face will turn pale, his hands and feet will be weak, and he will physically reject and protest.

Yin Yanjun's warm hands protected Xiao Langjun's side waist: "Persevere, we will finish walking soon."

Xianyu didn't want to lift his feet, and Xianyu felt wronged: "My leg hurts." He didn't want to leave at all, he just wanted to lie on his soft bed and have a good sleep.

Yin Yanjun lightened his hands and gently rubbed Xiao Langjun's waist: "After a while, I will press Xiao Langjun's legs so that they won't hurt."

Xu Yanqing blinked his tired eyes lightly, and then continued to walk forward weakly under the soothing words of Taoist Xuanchen.

The salted fish that came out of the sweaty funeral batch was helped by Mu Yu into the bathtub. There was no bathtub in the yard, but now Mu Yu bought one when he went to town.

The water in the bathtub just covered Xu Yanqing's chest, and he lay back lazily, letting Mu Yu scrub his body.

The little Douding in her belly started to become active again, and Mu Yu stared at her husband's abdomen curiously: "Your Excellency, the little gentleman is becoming more and more active now!"

"En." Xianyu weakly agreed, he didn't care about Xiaodouding at all.

Xu Yanqing, who was lying drowsy in the tub, was woken up by Mu Yu. He stood up from the tub, and the water on his body dripped down, revealing a pair of very beautiful waists, against which the white and flawless The skin is very attractive, but the slightly protruding belly looks a bit unusual.

Sitting lazily on the edge of the bed, Mu Yu wiped his hair bit by bit with a cloth towel. When the hair was almost dry, Xianyu couldn't sit still anymore, so he raised his hand and pushed Mu Yu away. He lay down lazily, his chubby face was reflected in the spread of black hair, like a handicraft carved in powder and jade.

At this moment, Yin Yanjun opened the door and walked in, holding a very delicate medicine bottle in his hand, looking up, the delicate and beautiful young man on the bed had already closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep.

"Daoist Xuanchen?" Mu Yu looked up in surprise. She didn't expect that the other party would come to find her lord at this time, so she could only explain in a low voice: "Daoist, your lord has already fallen asleep."

"En." Yin Yanjun nodded, didn't pay much attention to this, just walked over lightly, smoothing down a strand of black hair that was on Xiao Langjun's face.

Mu Yu was a little dazed, although his lord and Daoist Xuanchen usually got along very well, but he didn't expect that Taoist Xuanchen would come to the door at night and make a fuss about his lord.

Could it be that Taoist Xuanchen has taken a fancy to his husband, but isn't a monk not allowed to have emotions and desires?Mu Yu scratched her head, unable to come up with a clue.

"The Taoist priest is here." Xianyu opened his eyes in a daze, saw the medicine bottle in Yin Yanjun's hand, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and unceremoniously stretched out his legs from the bed.

Mu Yu was kicked out by his husband, and walked to her room full of confusion, but Qi Chen happened to open the door and walked out at that time, and the two bumped into each other firmly.

"Hiss." Qi Chen touched his forehead: "What are you thinking, you are so careless when you walk?"

Mu Yu grinned his teeth in pain, wishing he could jump up and down a few times. He touched his forehead and said hesitantly, "Master Xuanchen is in Langjun's room."

"Yeah." Qi Chen nodded, putting on an expression that I'm listening to you continue.

But Mu Yu patted his arm: "Dr. Qi, don't you think it's a bit strange? Although the relationship between Mr. Lang and Daoist Xuanchen is very good on weekdays, it's like old friends at first sight, but this night, Xuanchen Daoist I don’t sleep for a long time but ran to the gentleman’s room, I always feel that something is wrong.”

The main reason is that Mu Yu is very aware of the fact that his husband likes men, and when he thinks about it, he feels that everything is wrong.

Qi Chen reluctantly frowned and listened to Mu Yu's mumbling speculations, then patted him on the shoulder with a look of disgust: "Mu Yu, come here, let me diagnose your pulse."

How long has Taoist Xuanchen lived in Xujia Village? Why is Mu Yu, an idiot, so slow to react?

"Little Doctor Qi?" Mu Yu looked at Qi Chen in confusion, "I don't seem to be sick." So there is no need for a pulse diagnosis.

"No, I think you are sick, and there is still something wrong with your head." Qi Chen clicked his tongue: "I remember the two days when Daoist Xuanchen just rented in, you always thought Daoist Yuancheng looked familiar, Now do you remember where you met Daoist Yuancheng?"

Qi Chen's topic jumped too fast, before Mu Yu had time to tell the other party about his brain problem, he followed Qi Chen's words and recalled the appearance of Yuancheng Daoist, but Yuancheng Daoist had been away for so many days Yes, he really can't remember.

So Mu Yu shook her head foolishly: "I can't remember." Anyway, it looks familiar.

"Hey!" Qi Chen sighed, Marquis Wu An is also interesting, he has arranged such a silly personal servant for his youngest son, it is really hopeless: "Okay, don't think too much Anyway, although the gentleman is a bit tired and lazy, he is a master with clear ears and eyes, and he knows what he is doing."

Mu Yu thought about it for a while, nodded in agreement, and said, "Little Doctor Qi is right." Then she really relaxed and went back to his room to rest.

Behind him, Qi Chen touched his painful forehead, and couldn't help sighing, he really has a big heart, which is also a very good advantage.

Xianyu nestled on the bed, lazily pulled the thin quilt to cover himself, only two legs were exposed, then closed his eyes very skillfully, and fell asleep after a while.

Yin Yanjun sat on the edge of the couch and stared at Xiao Langjun's exquisite face for a while, then raised his hand and slowly rolled up Xiao Langjun's trousers, revealing his white and tender legs.

Because of Xiao Langjun's lazy personality, his legs are white and tender, and even the flesh on his calf is soft. I'm afraid his legs really don't have much strength.

Pour the medicated oil in the medicine bottle into the palm, and rub it quickly to warm it up. When the palm started to feel a little hot, Yin Yanjun just put his hands on Xiao Langjun's calf.

Xiao Langjun's skin was already fair and tender, but under the infiltration of the medicated oil, there was a little luster, and it was as white as suet nephrite, and the tentacles were warm and greasy.

Yin Yanjun lowered his eyes, took some medicated oil with his wide and warm palm, and then wrapped the whole of Xiaolangjun's calf, gently massaging and kneading.

Mr. Xiao Lang, who had already fallen asleep, was massaged and rubbed very comfortably. He groaned twice in a daze, and fell asleep more soundly.

After massaging both of Xiao Langjun's legs, Yin Yanjun cleaned his hands and slowly lowered Xiao Langjun's trousers, and stuffed them into the bed.

As soon as a pair of legs were tucked into the bed, Mr. Xiao Lang turned over, rubbed his legs twice, and then curled up slightly, looking very cute.

Poured a cup of hot water and put it on the stool beside Xiao Langjun's bed. Yin Yanjun lowered his head and rubbed the side of Xiao Langjun's face before getting up and walking out of the room.

The recent days are a bit strange, hot and cold, Xu Yanqing is a little bit cold, so Mu Yu prevents him from sleeping on the recliner in the courtyard, so Xianyu obediently nests in his room and continues to toss him mechanical clock.

All the wooden parts of the mechanical clock are fully prepared, and they have all been polished during the time when Daoist La Xuanchen was a young man.

But so far, it can't be formally assembled, and some other important parts are still missing, so Xu Yanqing turned his attention to the remaining wooden boards.

He plans to use those wooden boards to make a wooden creative calendar that is very popular in later generations, but ancient times are not as simple as recording time in later generations, and it is a bit cumbersome to combine the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

But that is naturally not a big deal for Xu Yanqing, when he is not in the period of depression, everything is easy to talk about.

Xianyu couldn't go to the yard to lay the dead body, so he could only nest in the room and saw wood, but he still had a little self-knowledge, he was good at drawing pictures, but he couldn't compare with Taoist Xuanchen when he climbed.

So Xu Yanqing simply handed over the task of writing the calendar to Taoist Priest Xuanchen.

"Look, Daoist, these wooden blocks have six sides, you just need to write all the words on the drawing in order." Xu Yanqing moved closer to Daoist Xuanchen, and her white fingers landed on the drawing in front of the case. .

The distance between the two was so close that Yin Yanjun could feel the warm breath from Mr. Xiao Lang on his neck, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Prince Daoist." Xu Yanqing shook the sleeves of Taoist Priest Xuanchen lightly, blinked and asked, "Does Priest Daoist understand?"

Didn't pay much attention to what Xiao Langjun said, Yin Yanjun's heart trembled, his hand stretched out at some point, and unconsciously protected Xiao Langjun's side: "I didn't quite understand, Xiao Langjun, can you say it again? ?"

At that moment, there seemed to be ripples in his calm as water heart.

The author says:

small theater:

Mu Yu (mysterious): I found out that Dao Dao went to Lang Jun's room without sleeping in the middle of the night!

Doctor Xiao Qi: What’s the matter, isn’t it normal? (After all, there are children)

Mu Yu: My husband likes men, maybe he will do this to the Taoist priest!

Doctor Xiao Qi: I'm afraid the Taoist priest will do this to Lang Jun, silly Muyu.