The black-bellied princess plays the prince

Chapter 7 Falling Down
I kept falling, and I was about to become a part of the meat in the pot. Suddenly, a big iron mesh spoon stretched out from the horizontal, and just so coincidentally, it caught me.

There were a few shreds of meat hanging on the large iron sieve spoon. It was obvious that it was used to scoop up the meat just now. Under such circumstances, I still thought, what kind of meat are these few pieces of meat?
The steam from the pot rose to my face, and in the hazy mist, I saw him holding the mesh sieve in a horizontal knife posture, and the string of white fox fur on his black fur coat His brown face has distinct features. In the hazy mist, his eyes are cold and dark golden, his hair is slightly curly, and a canine tooth hangs from the top of a chain made of bone around his neck. He is tall and makes me feel I thought of beasts such as leopards and lions, but his face reminded me of words such as gorgeous and charming at the same time.

It is said that people look good only when they are pure and white, but he is as black as a blooming peony.

If men can also be described as flowers.

To drive Qingqi away, the snow is full of bows and knives.

He was born to belong to that place of dust and wind in the desert.

"Who are you?" His voice was cold and cold, like a knife drawn from its sheath.

I looked at him, then at the big pot of meat under the iron spoon, swallowed and said, "Would you believe me if I said I came to add some condiments for you?"

Loud laughter came from all around, and someone slapped the table and laughed loudly: "Your Highness, this girl is a little interesting..."

Even more humane: "I haven't eaten human flesh for many years, try it tonight?"

Someone added oil and vinegar: "Skin and tender meat, thin skin and tender..."

Only then did I realize that there were already people sitting on both sides of the empty long table, all tall and tall, wearing black armor, and with dusty faces.

And this big pot was placed in the middle of the main room, and I, so coincidentally, fell asleep on the beam in the middle, and even more outrageously, I fell asleep more than once, and even used the beam as a bed, rolling over and over down.

The spoon sank, and I took a step closer to the pot, feeling the heat of the pot, his face hidden in the mist was particularly dark, I took another sip, and estimated the distance from the spoon to the door. From a distance, he quietly took out a bottle from his arms, looked at his face and said: "Actually, I was sent by Lord Inspector to give you a surprise..."

I opened the bottle in my hand, just as there was a cold wind blowing outside the house, and when the mist cleared, I threw the bottle at him.

His eyes froze for a moment, and while he was froze, I flicked my legs and flicked towards the door of the house. No one stopped me, and I saw the faces of the people on both sides of the long table with funny expressions... This is What's the meaning?Look down on my lightness, right?
I tried my best to flick my legs.

Seeing that the door is getting closer and closer, I can still see the animal head carved on the door. As soon as I step through the door, with the help of two of my Eighteen Ladders of Auspicious Clouds, I will surely be able to open up the sea and the sky. If you flick your legs in midair, you won't be able to move...

Looking back, I saw a slender long whip wrapped around my waist. I flicked my leg again, trying to break free from the long whip, but the more I flicked, the more I retreated... I flicked my leg many times in mid-air, and it must have exceeded Eighteen times... I can hear people around me start laughing again.

"What kind of kung fu is she doing? Chicken kicking?"

"It's a bit like, and it's a chicken that is about to die..."

I regret it very much. Why did I not learn the bone shrinking skill well after learning the eighteen ladders of auspicious clouds under the evil influence of my master?If he had mastered this kind of kung fu, he would definitely not regard Liang as a white cloud, and would definitely find a jar to hide in and sleep. In this way, he would never fall down!
While regretting, I let the whip pull back, and kicked my legs quickly until I reached his arms.

He smelled of fur, metal, and meat. In the end, I only felt a warm smell, like that big lion Wangcai.

His eyes were cold and cold, and as soon as he raised his head slowly, the surrounding voices fell silent. A general in black armor stood up from the table and walked out the door. He brought it up like a chicken.

The short and fat official knelt on the ground, shaking like chaff.

I have some sympathy for him.

"Liu Dequan, is this your gift?" He said.

The short and fat official had long since lost his brash appearance outside, his lips were trembling, and the fat all over his body was trembling even more. He stammered and raised his head: "Yes, yes, yes..."

Before the 'yes' was over, the man above my head said: "Is this what you sent here to warm my bed today?"

After hearing this, I felt inexplicable grief and indignation in my heart. While trying to break free from his arms, I declared loudly: "Where is the bed warmer, it is obviously sleeping..."

As soon as I finished speaking, everyone around me looked at me with all kinds of eyes, but the meaning expressed by one eye was particularly clear: this little girl is really wild, such a wild little girl is rare in the world...

He held me tighter, and rubbed his chin on the top of my head: "This, I like this."

It felt a bit like when the big lion was rubbing against my head.

There was a layer of oil on the fat official's face, and he said tremblingly, "It's as long as the prince likes it."

I looked at him with sad and angry eyes... I spoke too fast, my mouth trembled, and I missed a few words in the middle. Sleep on a beam...

But he picked me up, turned his head and sat down on the white tiger leather seat in the middle. While he was picking me up, I could clearly see the two skeleton scepters on both sides of his seat. The people sitting on both sides of the table had more or less scars on their faces, and someone stuffed a bright red piece of unknown meat dripping with unknown liquid into their mouths with a sharp dagger... These situations made me think about it: my Is the meat thin and tender?Can I cook it and eat it?

With this interruption, I forgot everything I wanted to add.

I was hugged by him and sat on the chair. The fine fur on his body slid across my face, reminding me of the big lion Wangcai... I caught a rabbit and offered it to me. When rubbing against the legs.

I am caught in a dilemma. If I complete the missing words, I may become the rabbit whose neck was bitten off. If I don’t complete the completion, I may become the white tiger behind him that warms the bed. Skin.

I struggled for a while between peeling the skin and biting off the neck, and finally decided not to say anything.

It takes a long time to peel the skin, and it needs to be processed by octopus to make a white tiger skin warming bed. The rabbit that has bitten off its neck is immediately boiled in the pot. From the perspective of time, the warming bed is longer, and there is still a chance for me to escape .

Besides, I haven't seen the wine pool and meat forest yet, at least I have to see it before leaving.

Besides, I saw the big wine jar in the house, and I remembered the bone shrinking skill I had secretly practiced... I secretly laughed in my heart, I only learned two ladders of Xiangyun Eighteen Ladders, and was laughed at as a chicken kicking legs , but there is still such a stunt that can make me escape far away!
Taking advantage of people not paying attention, huddling in the wine jar, leisurely being pushed out of the mansion, isn't this a bright way to escape easily?

I am hehehe secretly straight music.

"What are you laughing at?"

As soon as I looked up, I saw him looking at me with amber eyes, with a faint smell of wine in his breath, slightly wrinkled brows, slightly curled eyelashes, as beautiful as a cheetah in the dark night.

"No... this wine smells so good, I have never drank it before." I remembered the time when I was recuperating on the mountain, under all kinds of boredom, I read all kinds of escape techniques from the script, one of them was Feed the man wine, lightly smile, and promise not to forget any of them.

When he can't forget it, I can find the right opportunity to complete the bone shrinking skill, right?

I stretched my hand towards the wine glass on the table, and he stopped the wine glass as soon as he stretched out his hand: "This king doesn't like women who drink."

I thought to myself, do you like to have nothing to do with me?Didn't I feed you?This way doesn’t work, I blinked and looked at the table for a while, why don’t I feed him a grape?
There is a saying in the scriptures that beautiful women with plain hands and grape-like jade are the most fascinating. It would be even better if you feed them with your mouth, as it can be used as a seductive effect of red lips and light jade.

Besides, when feeding, I can take the opportunity to smear something else on the grapes... I touched the small bottles hidden in my waist.

But when I looked left and right, there were no grapes on the table, only roast suckling pig, roast duck, roast suckling chicken...all of them were roasted until they were browned and tender. curses, beasts, beasts...

I'm thinking far-reaching again... Can the big cooking pot and big oven in the center of the lobby hold people?

His chin rubbed against my head again: "What do you want to eat?"

I shivered all over, swallowed my saliva and said, "I'll just drink water."

He raised his forehead: "Go, cook it on a low fire, and serve it up."

The servant girl bent down and went down.

The hall was silent, and all the thick men looked up, including the man with the bright red unknown meat in his mouth, his mouth was half open, and the bright red unknown liquid dripped the skirt of his clothes.

I trembled again, seeing my exposed arm, as tender as a lotus root... Didn't he really like my tender body?Want to boil a pot of water over low heat, cut it with a knife and eat it while boiling?
So all these talents in the hall stared at him with wide eyes?Don't even remember to eat and drink?
He picked up a dagger and inserted it into a roast duck until it sank into the handle. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Suddenly, I don't want to drink water anymore."

The small red clay pot was brought up and simmered with silver charcoal. He whispered: "This is Chinese wolfberry hundred flower tea, do you like it?"

He opened the jar without any hassle, and the hall immediately smelled the fragrance of flowers, which completely covered the fragrance of meat.

The rude man in the hall was still watching with his mouth half open, still silent.

In this situation, I feel a lot of pressure, what are they doing?I want to appreciate how fast and slow their master cuts meat with a knife.

Without blinking an eye?
Don't you think it's too cruel to sleep?
My whole body was tense, my whole body was tense, and my whole body was full of vigilance. Suddenly, I rolled up my sleeves, closed my eyes and said, "Come on."

While I was talking, I put my hand on my waist and touched a small bottle.

The mouths of the thick guys below opened even wider, and daggers fell to the table with a thud thump.

(End of this chapter)