long night walk

Chapter 890

"I'm terrified." He Xingyun bowed his head deeply, and said in a low voice: "I don't dare to show any disrespect. I'm just worried about your majesty's health, so I prepared a special medicinal meal..."

Ying Ji didn't raise her eyes, the spiritual power of her fingertips rotated, and a ghostly fire popped out, burning the food box on the ground into coke.

There was an ice-snow color between her brows: "Put away your meaningless delusions."

The falling fire spiraled into a sharp flame blade again in mid-air, and the flame flew through the wind, slashing He Xingyun's arm cruelly to the shoulder.

Amidst the blood splattering, He Xingyun's body was stiff and trembling because of the pain, his teeth were clenched and trembling, but he didn't make a sound.

His body loosened suddenly, and he fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were somewhat sad, and he looked down at his severed arm.

Although this ending was expected from the beginning, Ying Ji's ruthless and cold rejection still made his heart tense and chill.

What made him even more unexpected was that she really went crazy recklessly.

Although she looked normal at the moment, He Xingyun's medical skills were of great use in the Zhongyou Dynasty and were very important.

Even if he committed the crime of treason, as the only monk in the world who can treat Heroic Spirit, it is absolutely impossible for Ying Ji to break his arm as soon as he comes up.

He Xingyun felt bitter in his heart.

Once upon a time, the proud and inviolable Empress Zhongyou would be so heartbroken for a man that she looked beyond recognition.

Thousands of years ago, he entered Taoism for collecting herbs, strayed into Zhongyou, caught a glimpse of it, had a hope in his heart, and never forgot it.

900 years ago, he died and achieved great merit, refused to ascend, and entered the secluded place to sit in the shadow of the heroic spirit.

The purpose is to be able to watch each other from a distance that is not too far away.

Ying Ji has an exquisite mind, but he doesn't know how to hide his innocent heart. For 900 years, no matter how far he stands, she is on her backland, where she can see, how can she not know his thoughts.

But she never cared.

Today's mind was broken, but He Xingyun's heart was cold, but he definitely didn't want to turn back.

He took a deep breath, looked at Ying Ji and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I love you, even if you kill me with a sword, I would like to offer you all five senses, seven apertures, three souls and six souls. It's worth it, I'm willing to do it for you!"

Ying Ji's icy pupils were full of hostility!

The wind that had stopped in the hall suddenly rose violently, with killing intent like numbness, and the pressure it brought was like mountains and seas, as if piercing his heart and soul.

Her tone was as flat as a cold well water that has not had any fluctuations for thousands of years: "You are here! You are courting death!"

A dark and solemn soul-destroying nail hangs faintly, condensing a powerful light of punishment, carrying an unknown and terrifying power, as if it wants to swallow everything.

See the soul-destroying nail that symbolizes destruction and death.

He Xingyun knew that he had successfully offended her, his heart was empty, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The violent heartbeat pressed the blood to the limbs and bones. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or fear, but it hit the nerve endings one after another.

The soldiers outside the hall were right.

It is really not wise to come here to seek His Majesty's bad luck at this moment.

A faint smile of self-deprecation and despair appeared on He Xingyun's face.

It's ridiculous that he is arrogant, proud of his talents, and thinks that he may be slightly different from ordinary people in her eyes.

But in the end, he was the one who was self-indulgent.

The soul-destroying pain reaches the internal organs, and when death is approaching...

"Knock knock knock..."

Outside the hall, there was a crisp knock on the door.

The Miehun Nail, which was so close in front of him, froze to a stop, He Xingyun was still in shock, and his pupils shrank violently.

He saw that Ying Ji had pinched her fingers to remove the soul-destroying nail, and she looked calmly at the door of the palace.

The silent and killing wind at the palace gate subsided somewhat. At this moment, he actually felt His Majesty's terrifying and thick killing intent receded a little bit.

He Xingyun, who was emotionally moved, couldn't help but look back, and really couldn't understand who's visit could make His Majesty change so much.

Standing in front of the gate of the hall was a strange boy who was also holding a food box. He was wearing a mask, and the moonlight was shining on his body. There were a few spots of light in his robes, and his dark eyes were clear and bright. His gaze calmly killed the life and death in the hall A panoramic view of the scene.

He Xingyun was also held in mid-air by Ying Ji's invisible force, his hands and feet were suspended, and he was not allowed to be free. He glanced at the square food box in Bai Li'an's hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked solemn.

Bai Lian raised his hand, embraced the food box, and looked at Ying Ji innocently, without blinking: "It seems that I came at a bad time."

The biting cold wind dancing in the hall completely calmed down. Although Ying Ji's face was still cold, the blood in her eyes dissipated and turned into pure black.

He Xingyun's whole body lightened, and he fell to the ground again.

Ying Ji looked down: "Get out of here."

He Xingyun was in a complicated mood and couldn't understand why His Majesty, who was so murderous, would suddenly show mercy to him.

After all, he came to the Empress Hall with the determination to die, and he let him go so easily after he said something rebellious?
Who is that boy?
Moreover, in Zhongyou, he had never seen that person who could enter the Empress Palace without any summons or honorific title.

He Xingyun didn't dare to think about it any longer, it was not easy to escape from death, he hurriedly clutched his broken wound, pleaded guilty and left the palace.

The moment he passed by Bai Lian, He Xingyun's eyes showed a hint of doubt.

This person seems... not a living person, nor a heroic spirit.

It wasn't until He Xingyun's back completely disappeared into the night that Bai Lian stepped over the doorstep and entered the hall.

His eyes faltered on the broken arm between the carpets, and he didn't speak.

Diameter came to the inner hall where He Xingyun would never dare to set foot, he opened the food box and took out the food one by one.

Red clay copper stove, silver bone charcoal, broth, spicy oil, beef and mutton rolls, juicy radishes, green vegetables, and stacks of side dishes, crystal meat, Changhong catfish, steamed cold noodles, couple's lung slices, Salty burnt white.

The staple food of dim sum includes brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, leek box, Zitong shortbread, almond baked.

As soon as the food box was opened, there was suddenly a bit of warmth and fireworks in the cold hall.

Bai Lian used Ying Ji's usual table as a dining table, and took off the mask on his face.

He randomly picked out a mountain of official documents on the case and threw them into the small clay stove to use as firewood for the fire.

Ying Ji stood there like an ice sculpture for a long time. Bai Lian, who was eating like no one else, lit another candle to disperse the darkness, and said, "Today I brought the lamb from Donglinpu and the roasted pepper beef from Yipinlou. , the snowflake sturgeon in Nanxiang Street, why don’t you sit down and taste it?”

Ying Ji glanced at the food on the table calmly, did not speak, and seemed unmoved.

She bent down to pick up the severed arm on the ground, walked over in two steps, and put the severed arm on the desk, dripping with blood.

Bai Lian leaned back, avoiding the few drops of blood that flew over, frowned, and pointed at the severed arm: "You want to cook this?"

Ying Ji raised her eyebrows: "He Xingyun also came to deliver meals just now, but before his meals were delivered, one arm was left here."

Bai Li'an smiled, sat upright, started to prepare the seasoning dish, bowed his head and said, "Isn't your mother beheading his arm because he was talking and thinking, wishing to be Prince You's stepfather? "

Ying Ji's face turned cold: "I want to fight."

It's really courageous, he doesn't know how to live or die, and dares to commit the following offenses, even she dares to make fun of her.

But Ying Ji didn't realize that she was also committing the same offense above, without any cover for her words.

Her attitude towards He Xingyun was 'seeking death', but to Bai Lian, she was just 'begging to be beaten'.

"Your Majesty is really angry today." Bai Li'an sighed, and as if he conjured a mandarin duck pot from the box and put it on the shelf, he said with a sad expression: "Spicy is easy to get angry, and it makes you angry. The red oil soup base tonight , Your Majesty is afraid that she will suffer without blessing."

He made a gesture to remove the red soup pot, and was going to replace it with the mandarin duck pot.

"But it's okay. Fortunately, I have prepared a mandarin duck pot, and the empress can eat white soup."

Ying Ji raised her eyebrows, her face was full of displeasure, she raised her chopsticks and pressed the back of Baili Anduan's boiler hand: "Red and white mandarin duck pots are never served on the dining table of Zhongyou people. This is a blasphemy against hot pot."

"That empress doesn't care about getting angry?" The flickering candle light was blown away by the wind and fell into the young man's eyes. The tiny fragments of light were like fireflies in summer, with a touch of warmth.

A lamp was lit on the table, and the sound of rain gradually started outside the window, and the night rain was beating on the eaves.

The eaves of the teeth were clanging and crisp, the wind and rain were entangled in the silent night, and the chaotic sounds of mixed singing made Bai Lian's voice extremely soft.

The call of the lady was low and gentle, and the repeated sounds sounded unrecognizable, as if only the single word 'mother' was pronounced.

Empress Yingji's heart trembled, and her face was in a daze for a moment. She hurriedly lowered her head and straightened the stove, and coldly picked up a piece of good streaky mutton, and dipped it into the bubbling red oil and spicy soup.

"With those ordinary people, why should we care about it. He Xingyun is practicing medicine in the Zhongyou Luo Pavilion, treating the wounded and sick of the heroic spirits.

It's not that I don't know what is right and what is in his mind, but I just saw that he has kept his own law and order for the past 900 years and has not done anything out of the ordinary, so he left. "

She snorted coldly, and said again: "It's ridiculous to see me, Zhongyou and Tianxi becoming enemies again, and even my father was disturbed to be born.

Everywhere in the human world was panicked, for fear that Empress Zhongyou, who had been neutral for many years, would go crazy for a while and stray into the devil's way. That's why he had such a clever mind.

Although there is no turning back for this relationship between Zhen and Bailiyu, and there is no room for relaxation between Zhongyou and Tianxi, but this is definitely not a reason for him to try to take advantage of the opportunity to sell it! "

As the Empress of Zhongyou, Ying Ji is a master at eating antique soup. After only cooking the mutton seven times in the pot, she steadily lifted the chopsticks out of the soup.

As soon as she put away her chopsticks, Ying Ji frowned, but not long after, Bai Lian kindly pushed over a saucer.

Ying Ji's brows quickly relaxed. With a noble and glamorous posture, she dipped the mutton on the chopsticks into the sauce and ate it.

The tender mutton is wrapped in a rich sauce with hints of sweetness and spiciness, and the taste of happiness spreads between the lips and teeth.

Ying Ji bit her chopsticks, her black pupils became translucent and clear under the hot mist.

The sauce was adjusted to suit her taste very well.

At the beginning of the rain at night, there are all kinds of flavors in the world.

Her eyes were warmed by the heat from the hot pot, and Ying Ji's face gradually became peaceful and calm.

"Pour wine." She ordered lightly, then continued to reach out to pick up the mutton with her chopsticks.

Bai Lian poured a glass of fruit wine for her, and while she was cooking the meat, he threw a few tender green vegetable leaves into it, boiled it, picked it up, and put it in her bowl: "Don't just eat meat, eat more vegetable."

Ying Ji's action of boiling the mutton suddenly stopped, and she stared at the simmering red soup with far-reaching eyes.

Bai Lian didn't know where he said the wrong thing to make her unhappy, he was about to ask a question, but Ying Ji let out a very light, very light laugh.

"Speaking of which, my son, Xiao An, was also brought by me to eat antique soup."

She raised her eyes, smiled, and her eyes became very soft: "He has such a quiet and quiet personality, but when he eats antique soup with me, he likes to chatter like you. He allows me to eat meat, but not me. Do not eat vegetables.

I was allowed to drink alcohol but not strong alcohol, and I was not allowed to eat too much dessert after a meal. "

She said it was annoying, but the tenderness in her eyes seemed to melt into water.

Bai Lian was silent for a while, his eyes darkened a little, looked at her and said slowly: "Today's dessert, I promise you three of each."

Ying Ji frowned, and didn't like his child-disciplining tone, her eyes were cold: "If you weren't for your father, how could you, a junior, be allowed to speak freely in the palace of the empress."

Bai Lian said slowly: "Suddenly I remembered that I brought crushed peanuts and coriander, do you want it?"

"Yes." Ying Ji's topic was distracted by success, and she nodded without thinking.

It wasn't until Bai Lian really grabbed a small handful of crushed peanuts and coriander and mixed it into her sauce bowl that Ying Ji realized that she was a little annoyed, and slapped her chopsticks: "Don't be arrogant!"

"Ah, I forgot there are sesame seeds, do you want it?"

Ying Ji, who had an inexplicable pious obsession with hot pot, was brought in again, and she asked seriously, "Is the sesame seed raw or cooked?"

Bai Li'an said: "It's cooked slowly over a low fire, it's crispy but not burnt, and the taste should be crispy."

Ying Ji's expression was restless, and she held up the dishes: "Here, take a small handful and try it."

As soon as she raised her hand, she realized that she had been tricked, her expression became more and more embarrassing, and she gave Bai Lian a look with reddened ears.

After Bai Lian sprinkled a handful of sesame seeds into her bowl, he glanced at the boiler again and said, "Oh, has this beef been boiled for too long?"

Ying Ji suddenly frowns, as if the locks are hard to open, and hurriedly picks up the chopsticks to fish for the beef, with a displeased face: "When did you get the beef? How can the beef be cooked for a long time?"

She fished out a few pieces of beef, and it was really cooked for a long time, the meat was even older than the old lady.

Ying Ji struggled and disliked it for a long time, and finally put the old beef into Bai Lian's bowl, and raised her chin: "Whoever cooks it will eat."

Bai Li'an raised his chopsticks with a sincere face, the tops were clean and not stained with oil or water: "These pieces of meat seem to be put into the pot first by the empress and forgot to pick them up?"

(End of this chapter)