Legend of the Immortal Concubine's Phoenix Yu Fei

Chapter 219 Is it delicious?
After speaking with a smile, Ling Xian'er quickly ran back to Liuyun Pavilion with the bowl of soup that was really hard to swallow.

Zhu Shazhi looked at Ling Xian'er's running back and wondered, "Ping'er, what do you think happened to Xian'er?"

Ping'er was also a little puzzled, she thought for a while and said: "Master, according to slaves, the princess may like the soup made by the master too much, and can't wait to go back and share it with Banxia!"

"is it?"

Zhu Shazhi blinked, why didn't she feel this way?
"Master, don't be dumbfounded, let's go and send the soup to the study to the prince!" Ping'er said.

"Um... let's go."

……

Ling Xian'er can be regarded as running all the way back to Liuyun Pavilion. Not long after Yan Fu returned to Liuyun Pavilion, Ling Xian'er ran back with a soup bowl.

"Miss, why are you in a hurry? You still have a bowl of soup in your hand?"

Ban Xia was cleaning the stone table when she saw Ling Xian'er running back panting.

Ling Xian'er put the soup on the stone table, took a deep breath, and said, "This, this is, the soup made by Zhi'er, I, I will bring it back for you to taste."

Ling Xian'er finished speaking while panting.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, when she looked up, she looked at Banxia with a moved face.

"Uh... Ban Xia, what's your expression?"

"Miss, this servant is so moved. I never thought that you would run so hard just to bring a bowl of soup to this servant."

Said, Ban Xia sucked her nose, tears streaming down her face.

"..."

For a moment, Ling Xian'er felt a little guilty, just when she was about to raise her hand to stop Ban Xia, she saw Ban Xia holding a small bowl and took a big gulp!

The action just froze there.

As soon as the second pinellia was in his mouth, he felt something was wrong.

The beautiful face gradually distorted, and the small face wrinkled.

Ban Xia tugged at the fabric of the clothes in front of her, forcing herself to swallow the strange-tasting soup in her mouth, her little face was in pain.

"Miss, are you sure, this is the soup made by the side concubine?"

Ling Xian'er wrinkled her nose with some guilt, and said: "Yeah, when I came back, I met Zhi'er who was going to deliver soup to Qin Laowu, so I asked her for a bowl, how about it, it's delicious taste not good?"

Pinellia: "...Okay, delicious."

Ling Xianer shook her head helplessly.

Poor little girl, it's the same feeling as she just felt!

It's just that she drank less just now.

Seeing Ling Xian'er like this, Ban Xia looked at the small bowl in her hand, then at Ling Xian'er, her small face drooped immediately.

"Miss, you don't know the taste of this soup long ago, do you?"

"How could I have known earlier? Isn't it because I have tasted it too!" Ling Xian'er immediately retorted, and said: "Ban Xia, we two sisters, I have always adhered to the principle of sharing blessings and sharing difficulties. It’s based on the principle, there’s a strange soup, so of course we have to share it together, if you let me drink that soup by myself, you might as well stab me to death with a knife!”

"...Miss, if the side concubine hears your words, the side concubine will be sad." Ban Xia said.

"No, no, Zhi'er is not such a stingy person." Ling Xian'er waved her hand and said: "And Zhi'er went to the study to find Qin Laowu, and he won't be back so soon."

"However, having said that, I really want to see what kind of reaction Qin Lao Wu will have if he drinks this soup!"

Ling Xian'er laughed unkindly.

(End of this chapter)