Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 36 The Gears of Destiny Restart

Entering the fifth embroidery, the scenery in the courtyard came into view. In the courtyard, a towering tree covered the sky and the sun, full of vitality.

In addition, there are rows of crystal clear grapes on the grape racks.

And, the garden is full of rare and rare plants that Wen Tao has only seen in ancient books, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

In the yard pond, the lotus flowers in the garden are in full bloom.

The layout of the courtyard reflected something, a certain law.

Wen Tao can't comprehend it, but he likes this environment very much, and the abundant energy washes his limbs and bones.

His wife's residence is full of energy, clean and pure, and it is one of the few pure lands that has not been polluted.

This is Wen Tao's first time stepping on the fifth stage, but he feels as if he has passed away.

Holding the wheelchair with his hand to stop, Wen Tao raised his eyes to look at the towering tree, pursed his thin lips tightly, and did not say a word.

Fifth Yao looked at Wen Tao, waved his folding fan, walked to the Zixing wooden table and sat down, his elegant sitting posture was pleasing to the eye, and his voice was like water: "What's wrong?"

Hearing the voice, Wen Tao retracted his gaze, Xie Meifeng looked at Wu Wuyao, "It seems to be familiar, it seems to have been here before."

For Wen Tao, these eight words are just a kind of perception of his presence here.

But for Wu Wuyao, this is the pull of fate in the dark.

This means that the gears of fate are turned on again.

Putting away the folding fan, Wuyao looked at Wen Tao with her chin in her hand. The imperial capital is a flower, and people are more delicate than flowers, like pearls and jade, with a clear breeze and bright moon.

Wu Wuyao claims that she is not a face controler, but she has a Wen Tao's appearance, which makes her feel deeply at a glance.

For all things in the world and all living beings, Wuwuyao has seen too many people of all kinds who are astonished as heaven and man.

But among all living beings, there is only Wen Tao, and he is the only one who will let her look at her for ten thousand years, and his love will last forever.

Keeping his eyes on Wen Tao, Wu Yao said in a soft voice, "It's good to know each other, I like this word."

"In the future, this place will be your other home, and the courtyard door will always be open to you, welcoming you home."

This feeling, to Wen Tao, is weird, revealing an insurmountable sense of distance.

The person in front of her was clearly his wife, but the way she spoke seemed to be talking to someone from another time and space through him.

Even, where did Xu Yizhi, who was brought back by her, go?

What is the relationship between her and Xu Yizhi that makes her...

Wen Tao pursed his thin lips tightly and kissed him, and was about to speak when, out of the corner of his eye, a delicate figure slowly approached.

That figure stopped beside Wu Yao, lowered his eyebrows and nodded, with a respectful attitude, "Master, lunch is ready."

Gathering her hair, Wuyao wrapped her fingers around a strand of hair that was hanging down, and said lazily, "En."

A word of 'um', no more words.

The person who stopped in front of Wuyao was called Nan Xing, with long braided hair like a waterfall hanging behind his back, wearing a black cheongsam.

The palm-sized face is timid, fragile and pitiful, but also heroic.

Received Wuyao's response, Nan Xing said: "I'll let Su Mu serve."

……

The dishes served by Su Mu are as exquisite as works of art, rather than a dish.

Qi Tezhu had never seen anything in the world, but this was the first time he saw this scene.

He had witnessed the luxury of the Wen family's meals.

But at this moment, he felt that the luxury of the Wen family was far less than what he saw.

Wen's is luxury, Madam's is more like art.

Regardless of the ingredients, the way of cooking, the way of arranging the plate, and even the tableware are exquisite and exquisite.

Who would have thought that the tableware used by their wives to serve dishes, without exception, are works of art with unit prices starting from seven figures.

The fifth day filled the soup, the steam was lingering, and the aroma was tangy.

When the soup cooled down, she pushed the soup towards Wen Tao, her voice was clear and charming, and she said tentatively: "This soup is good for your leg injury recovery."

　Good evening, the lovely couple is asking for a wave of tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)