knife cut mountains and rivers

With Huang Siye intervening, the largest internal assassination in Liuyin Lane's history finally came to an end.Huang Siye's personal guards guarded the gate of the ruined temple in Fucheng all day long, like two living door gods, no one dared to trouble Zhou Xuanyi anymore.

Both Zhou Xuanyi and Jin Ling were seriously injured, especially Zhou Xuanyi, who was stabbed in the lower back and thigh.Fucheng felt that he had raised Zhou Xuanyi with good medicine for more than half a month, but was beaten back to his original shape all of a sudden, and Zhou Xuanyi became a sick child again.

While the assassination was still going on, Zhou Xuanyi insisted on going to Wande even in such a difficult situation, but now he relaxed and asked Mr. Yu for sick leave.

The fact that Zhou Xuanyi assassinated Zhang Jinsheng at the gate of the academy really made Zhou Xuanyi famous. Old Mr. Yu was frightened. Can he still refuse Zhou Xuanyi's request?The children of Wande Academy were all overjoyed. They didn't expect that the cripple who was despised before was still such a powerful character. They had been looking forward to when Zhou Xuanyi would recover and come back to teach.Zhou Xuanyi was probably the favorite teacher of those disobedient children since they entered the academy.

Compared with Zhou Xuanyi, Fucheng was more worried about Jinling. She was stabbed in the chest. Although the wound was not fatal, Jinling was a girl, and the scar that was nearly a foot long on the girl made Fucheng feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.Jin Ling was involved in the assassination outside of the plan, and this action had nothing to do with her, but she had no complaints, and she did not criticize Zhou Xuanyi afterwards.

Fucheng felt very sorry, and specially invited Liu Qingqing over from Luojiazhuang, but Liu Qingqing looked at the wound on Jin Ling's body, and said directly: "It is impossible to have no scar at all, at most it will be shallower."

It's better to be shallow than to have a horrible scar. After all, Jinling will marry in the future, and most men in this world would not like their wives to have such a scar.Fucheng thanked Liu Qingqing to take care of Jinling, and he was willing to pay for the expensive medicinal materials.

Liu Qingqing seemed to have heard Yan Shaokang talk about the ruined temple in Fucheng, and she also knew that Jinling, a little girl, cared enough without Fucheng's ramblings.What's more, Liu Qingqing's temper and Jinling are surprisingly compatible, both of them are generous and straightforward people, so although her Yizhuang is busy, she still comes to the ruined temple in Fucheng to see Jinling's situation once every two days.

Liu Qingqing is also a strange person, she is very close to Zhou Xuanyi and Jinling, but she doesn't like Fucheng, I don't know if Fucheng has a better relationship with Yan Shaokang, Liu Qingqing complains that Yan Shaokang can't find an exit, so Even looking at Fucheng is not pleasing to the eye.

Jinling and Zhou Xuanyi were lying side by side in the small courtyard of the ruined temple basking in the sun. The weather in Bailucheng was surprisingly good these two days. sun for a day.Both Zhou Xuanyi and Jin Ling were wrapped in conspicuous bandages, they looked like a pair of brothers in trouble.

There were a total of three people in the ruined temple, and now two fell down, and all the big and small things in the ruined temple fell on one person in Fucheng.

In fact, Jinling's legs and feet were not injured, but she didn't want to go to the ground at all. Maybe it was infected by Zhou Xuanyi, and she had bad intentions to play tricks on Fucheng.

"Dog City," Jin Ling yelled, "I want to eat noodles."

Fucheng was boiling medicine for two patients, and he wore a ridiculous apron around his waist. Hearing what Jin Ling said, he wiped his hands on the apron and said, "I'll buy it for you. Remember the noodle shop?"

"No," Jin Ling smiled sweetly, and said, "I want to eat what you made."

"I made it?" Fucheng pointed to himself, and said, "Can I eat it?"

Apart from having a good-looking face, this person in Fucheng looks ugly in everything, his handwriting is ugly, and his cooking is ugly.

"Yes!" Jinling nodded, staring at Fucheng with two big eyes, and said, "Brother Zhou also wants to eat, doesn't he?" She tilted her head and smiled at Zhou Xuanyi. .

Zhou Xuanyi was thinking about something, but at this moment he was infected by Jin Ling. Jin Ling's smile drove Zhang Jinsheng's dying appearance out of Zhou Xuanyi's mind. Zhou Xuanyi said, "Add an egg."

Jin Ling smiled and said to Fu Cheng: "Did you hear that? Add an egg."

Fu Cheng rolled his eyes, he was serving a prince named Zhou Xuanyi before, why was he thinking about serving a little princess now?But who made Fucheng an old lady's life?What else can he say?Quickly rolled to go under Princess Jin.

If there is anything wrong with a person like Fucheng, it's that he can't do any fine work, especially the trivial things in life.Fucheng stared at the black pot, as if that pot had some kind of sworn feud with him.

Should I boil a pot of water first?Fucheng thought carefully about how Jinling cooked, and boiled a pot of water.What is the water boiling for?Let's go, Fucheng sprinkled a handful of noodles in again, isn't it not good to have noodles but no vegetables?

Fucheng searched and turned and found only one white radish. The family had no food left during the critical period two days ago, and this one radish survived.Let the radish be the radish, it's better than nothing.

Fucheng erected a white radish, took a kitchen knife and began to peel it at the pot, could it be said that the knife technique is good?The white radish floated into the pot like snowflakes, which seemed to be the same thing.

Jin Ling folded her hands on her chest, she was still giggling seeing Fu Cheng flustered in the kitchen, but when Fu Cheng came out with two bowls of noodles, she started to put on a serious face.

The shape of Fucheng's bowl of noodles is unclear. The clear soup is bland, with a few slices of white radish floating on it. No matter how you look at it, it looks bleak.

"There are no eggs at home, so you can live to eat."

Jin Ling picked out a chopstick of noodles, looked at the chopsticks of noodles over and over again, and arched her nose like a cat. The smell was not bad, and there was an aroma in the radish soup base.She felt relieved and took a small bite. It was hot at first, she chewed it twice before she figured out the taste, opened her mouth and spit it back into the bowl.

Salty and bitter, the noodles are half raw and half too soft, how on earth did Fucheng make the noodles taste like this!She knows what it means to lift a rock to shoot herself in the foot.

In contrast, Zhou Xuanyi was much calmer, he swallowed the noodles expressionlessly, then Zhou Xuanyi put down his chopsticks, and commented objectively: "It's done."

Fucheng was a little surprised, he thought that Zhou Xuanyi's temperament would not hurt him, he would never give up, but he didn't expect this ancestor to swallow it.

Jin Ling couldn't sit still anymore, put down the bowl, and said, "I'll do it myself."

Fu Cheng pressed the golden bell back and said, "Sit down properly, I'll go out and buy you something to eat."

While talking, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a timid male voice said, "Is anyone home?"

Ever since Fucheng lived in a ruined temple, his door has never been knocked like this. Either he just broke in, or he knocked casually like a mysterious woman. It sounded like Zhao Xiaohu's voice outside the door. Zhao Xiaohu knocked on the door The sound was like some ghosts and ghosts in a ruined temple.

In Zhao Xiaohu's view, there are no ghosts and ghosts in the ruined temple, but there is a person who makes him more timid than ghosts and ghosts-Jin Ling.God knows how much courage it must have taken him to knock on the door, especially when there were two living door gods at the door.

"Why are you knocking on the door? Go straight in." Another voice came from outside the door, sounding like his big daddy Bian Qinghe. "Hey? Why are you stopping me? Do you know who I am and you stop me?"

As soon as Fucheng heard Bian Qinghe's voice, he was afraid that something bad would happen. Fucheng had been taught how this person can break his temper, so he hurriedly invited the two people outside the door in.

As soon as Bian Qinghe came in, he looked up and down the ruined temple in Fucheng, thinking that Fucheng lived in this ruined place and could earn more money than his own theater. What kind of drama did I sing when I came to Bailu City?But how did you meet Zhao He if you didn't sing?After all, this is life.

Bian Qinghe was a businessman, and when he opened his mouth, he put the gift in his hands to Fucheng in a pinched tone, and said, "I heard from Xiaohu that Mr. Zhou Zhou was ill, so come and have a look." Xuanyi is ill, what does Bian Qinghe care about him?Wasn't it because Zhao Xiaohu saw that Jinling also asked for leave for several days, Zhao Xiaohu was anxious, but he was too embarrassed to rush directly to Jinling's house, and hurriedly dragged his eldest father over to make a pretense.

Fucheng received the presents, they were all great tonic herbs, both Zhou Xuanyi and Jinling could use them, Fucheng sighed: "You are quite caring." Fucheng thought that Zhou Xuanyi's being a teacher was just for fun , I didn't expect that someone would really miss this Mr. Zhou Zhou.

Only Zhou Xuanyi could see what was tricky at a glance, he snorted coldly, thinking that this was not for him, it was clearly for Jinling.

There was only one stone table in the ruined temple, and Fucheng moved two chairs over. Zhao Xiaohu was sitting directly opposite Jinling, but he couldn't say a word. The bandage on Jinling's body was too eye-catching, Zhao Xiaohu couldn't be stupid What's the matter?How could Zhao Xiaohu understand Jinling's world if he doesn't know martial arts?

Bian Qinghe didn't bother to care about his son's cowardly behavior. He brought him here. Do he have to teach him step by step how to do it?Bian Qinghe chatted with Zhou Xuanyi and said: "Hey, you are very famous now, our theater has heard about it, and people always ask me if I want to act in your play."

Fucheng asked curiously: "What do you say?"

Bian Qinghe snorted coldly and said, "I said what's the point of playing him? With a cold face, you don't need to show any expression from the beginning to the end. Isn't it true that the acting skills I have learned in the past half my life will not be used?" Bian Qinghe not only He has a bad temper and still holds grudges. He still remembers the incident when Zhou Xuanyi kicked him away.Therefore, Bian Qinghe didn't have a good impression of Zhou Xuanyi, mainly because Bian Qinghe judged people accurately, he always felt that Zhou Xuanyi had a vicious vigor in him, and it didn't look like that silly boy in Fucheng could handle it.

Bian Qinghe was clearly armed with a stick, and Zhou Xuanyi was not angry when he heard that, he just said to Jin Ling: "Do you want to eat Chen Ji's noodles?"

Just now when their lords were talking, Jin Ling couldn't get in the way, and stared at Zhao Xiaohu, but Zhao Xiaohu would only look at him and giggle, unable to say a single interesting word. When Zhou Xuanyi asked, Jin Ling nodded and said: "Well, if you want to eat noodles, you also want to eat eggs. Fucheng's cooking is too bad."

Zhao Xiaohu took the bait, got up quickly and said, "I'll buy it for you." He got up so anxiously that he almost flipped the chair, and felt that he was being rude, and said, "Sir, didn't you eat?"

Zhou Xuanyi nodded, and said, "I haven't eaten yet, I'll bring you a bowl for Brother Fucheng."

Zhao Xiaohu quickly responded, and hurriedly went out to buy noodles, Bian Qinghe couldn't stop him, turned his head to see Zhou Xuanyi raised an eyebrow at him, Bian Qinghe gritted his teeth and thought, this person dared to order around in front of him Zhao Xiaohu is gone!