palm order

Chapter 48
The corners of Mu Yang's lips curled up, the flute in his hand was not high-end, it was just a street stall, it was the best gift he ever received.

... Except for A Niang, it is difficult for anyone to give him a heart-warming gift.

Dizi is Mu Yang's favorite, but it's just because of his habit, he never said much about what he likes, even to A Niang.

After all, he is always different from his eldest brother and others.

The reason why Yunwei gave Mu Yang the flute was not because the words that the eldest prince said about Mu Yang reminded her.

The gentleman of Jiaojiao, the pearl of the world.

The genius whose foundation of martial arts has been destroyed is missing a flute.

Control and command the iron guards with the sound of flute, and defend against the enemy with the rhythm array... Ordinary people do extraordinary things, and they can win martial arts masters with integrity.

King Jing is more suitable for a flute.

This can be regarded as the ideal into reality.

With her chin in her hand, she fantasizes about King Jing standing on a high place and playing the flute...

Her eyes were bright, and there was a smile on her lips.

Mu Yang sneaked a glance, and couldn't help but look a few more times. A strange warm current lingered in his heart, and his fingers brushed the sound hole of the flute.

He doesn't have to be cautious all the time, he always observes the likes and dislikes of the people around him, and he relaxes.

Yun Wei couldn't help asking: "What is the name of the ninth rank?"

"Grandmaster." Mu Yang's eyes were pale, and his voice was steady: "Grandmasters above the ninth rank are hundreds of years old and have stepped through the void. They are already considered half-step immortals, and they can also be called land gods."

"How many people are there? How many masters does the Tianmu Dynasty have?"

Yun Wei asked again, Mu Yang shook his head and said softly, "I don't know."

"Then can the prince use the sound of the flute to control the iron guard to win the ninth rank? Against the grandmaster?"

Yunwei's curiosity suddenly increased a little, is it because Prince Jing always answers his questions?

She let down her guard against Prince Jing because he was too handsome and too foul.

Mu Yang's cold appearance is full of abstinence, and occasionally he shows gentleness and "innocence" that answers questions.

After all, Lan Wei fit together, Yun Wei couldn't bear it, and the blood tank was almost empty.

Mu Yang's eyes were as pure as glass, and he said seriously: "It's not enough yet."

"You mean to be able to fight against the grandmaster in the future? Half-step immortal, land immortal?"

Yunwei doesn't know the depth of martial arts, so she speculates that it will be difficult for King Jing's iron guards to improve their strength, and Mu Yang will be able to fight against the Grandmaster in the future...

There is only one possibility, Mu Yang is hiding his clumsiness at this time, he can fight the seventh rank by himself, and he still has a lot of room for improvement.

Mu Yang not only found his own path of martial arts, but also went a long way.

The most important thing is that the world doesn't know Mu Yang's real strength at all.

She gave a thumbs up and praised: "When it comes to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, I won't accept anyone, but you, my lord."

There is another sentence that is not suitable to say in front of Mu Yang. In terms of pretense, Mu Yang is also a leader.

In the future, can she quietly watch Yun Mo and Mu Yang take turns playing who is the strongest 'pushing' king?
It must be interesting!

After all, if men's stories are not pretending, passionate, or powerful, how can it be cool?

Mu Yang's smile deepened, the girl in front of him understood him!

Yunwei picked up the teacup, "Substitute tea for wine, I wish the lord to beat Grandmaster, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

She quickly drank the tea in the cup, and Mu Yang picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea.

"My lord."

Xiao Er walked in with a tray, his uncle dressed as a literati bowed and said: "I have prepared some food, my lord, please use some first, it's too late to reserve a table at the Zuixian Tower."

Xiao Er put four dishes on the tea table, put a jug of fine wine, and quietly glanced at Yun Wei.

He had known for a long time that Miss Yun was not simple, and there was no sense of disobedience when she sat with Tian Mu's first face.

"My lord is really interesting. Do you think the money is too much for a cook to be the shopkeeper of the teahouse?"

Yun Wei can tell that the dishes are delicious just by looking at a few dishes. If the shopkeeper of the tea house is allowed to open a restaurant, it may be able to dominate the restaurants in the capital.

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the nearest dish, and after putting it in her mouth, she paused, and slowly turned her head to look at the shopkeeper of the teahouse:

"You... your cooking taste is a bit like my mother's, no, your cooking skills are better than my mother's."

"Miss Yun means that Ling... Lingtang's cooking is similar to mine?"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse was even more excited than Yunwei, and, ignoring the presence of Prince Jing, he rushed to Yunwei out of control, "Did she learn it from a cookbook? You have seen that cookbook."

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and big tears fell down, followed by crying.

Yun Wei hurriedly said: "Don't cry, my mother said that I learned it from a book, but it seems that my father left that book, I don't know exactly what happened."

The shopkeeper of the tea house has only nine fingers and lacks a thumb.

He wiped away his tears, knelt down in front of King Jing, and kowtowed repeatedly, bleeding from his forehead.

Mu Yang put down his chopsticks slowly and said, "What are you doing?"

The shopkeeper put his forehead on the ground, put his hands on the ground, choked with sobs and said: "My life was given by the prince, and I swear to be loyal to the prince for the rest of my life. I dare not think that I can still hear the news of the ancestral recipes.

The recipes of the Tan family were lost in the hands of my subordinates. I was speechless to face my ancestors. I once swore in front of my ancestors that whoever could keep the recipes in the flames of war, I would like to serve them all my life and be a cook for the rest of my life. "

"If the girl has the recipe, I'm afraid that the subordinates will not be able to fulfill their oath to the prince. After all, it is more important to swear in front of the ancestors, and the recipe is more important to the Tan family."

Xiao Er knelt down with his uncle, he looked confused, and only today did he find out that his uncle belonged to Prince Jing.

Not long after he was happy, his uncle was about to abandon King Jing and join Miss Yun.

Can you give him time to adapt?
Xiao Er has always thought that uncle is very smart, could it be that uncle can't see that Prince Jing treats Miss Yun differently?
The difference between recognizing Prince Jing as his master and recognizing Miss Yun is actually not that big...Maybe the prince will be happier serving Miss Yun well.

"You don't have to." Mu Yang raised his hand to support the shopkeeper, "I said a long time ago that saving you doesn't mean you have to repay me for the rest of your life. You can leave at any time, as long as you don't stab me in the back."

The shopkeeper choked with sobs and said, "I...I really didn't expect that there would be a day when I would see the recipe handed down from my ancestors again. The prince is so grateful for his life, I can only repay it in the next life."

Yunwei reminded: "That book may not be your recipe..."

The shopkeeper's eyes were red, and his facial features were a bit ferocious, "That's right, it's my family's recipe, girl, I recognize you as the master, I just ask you to return the recipe...to me."

"My family has no money, so I can't afford you."

If it was really handed down from the shopkeeper's family, she and her mother would definitely return the recipe to the original owner.

"I don't want money. Over the years... I've saved a lot of money. In the future, you can tell me what you want to eat, and you don't have to pay me for food."

The shopkeeper picked out Xiao Er, "My nephew can be regarded as half of my successor, he is smart and intelligent, and he can help the girl run errands, and he doesn't need money."

Xiaoer smiled awkwardly at Yunwei, can he say no?

(End of this chapter)