After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Except for Yang Mei and Feng Jiu, no one else present had ever heard of the term "love brain", but they understood what it meant after just going over it in their minds.

It seems to be more derogatory...

Zhihe opened his mouth as if he wanted to defend himself, but in the end he said nothing.

In front of Yang Mei, Emperor Donghua finally decided to make things clear instead of dismissing Zhihe with the ambiguous words he had just said.

"Zhihe, I adopted you as my sister and let you live in Taichen Palace because your parents asked me to. If I have any feelings for you, it is just an ordinary brother-sister relationship, which has nothing to do with love between men and women. I hope you can understand this." Donghua said seriously.

Seeing Zhi He nodded with tears in his eyes to show that he understood, he continued: "Besides, Bai Fengjiu is not my sweetheart, and I will not marry her to be my empress. I will deal with those who spread such nonsense one by one when I have time!"

“Although what he said was true, why did it sound so harsh to me? It made me feel like some poor unwanted person.” Fengjiu muttered.

Zhi He still didn't believe it: "Then why do you cook for her?"

"Those dishes are not made for her, they are made for him. He is my sweetheart." Donghua pointed at Yang Mei.

Zhihe mechanically turned his head to look in the direction he pointed, and his neck seemed to make a rusty crackling sound.

"Who, who?"

"Lord Bai Zhen." Donghua replied in a good mood, "Of course, this is just my wishful thinking at the moment. In order to let Lord Bai Zhen understand my feelings, I decided to cook it myself."

Then how come it was Bai Fengjiu who ate it after it was finished? Zhihe turned his gaze to Bai Fengjiu again.

Fengjiu couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Why are you looking at me? Do you think I want to eat it?! I don't care what others think, just from my point of view, I don't trust his cooking skills at all. What if the food he made is poisonous, so of course I have to help my fourth uncle test the poison! If the food is not edible, then it's better not to bring it to my fourth uncle to embarrass himself.

It turns out that what he made is poisonous!

Although your intention in rushing over and flipping the plate was not good, I am happy to see this result. It is better for this kind of thing to disappear as soon as possible. "

Donghua was stubborn and said, "Only that one dish of mine didn't perform well. The rest fell on the ground. If it hadn't fallen on the ground, I would have let you taste it. Then you would have been convinced of my cooking skills!"

Fengjiu shrugged perfunctorily: "As long as you are happy!" Just think of it as her caring for the elderly.

However, she would never let her fourth uncle eat a single bite of what Emperor Donghua made! If he could eat this kind of leftovers, why not just eat pig food?

Zhi He stared blankly at the vegetables that had become a mess on the ground not far from where she was kneeling... It should be said that she only realized now that the smell of the vegetables she had overturned did not seem to be very pleasant!

The majestic image of Emperor Donghua suddenly became somewhat disillusioned in her mind.

The kitchen door fell into an inexplicable silence.

Yang Mei sighed slightly: "So what's going on now? Are you all waiting for me to express my opinion?" One by one, some confessed their love to him, some apologized to him...

"Your name is Zhihe? Get up. Considering your good attitude, I won't bother with you this time." Yang Mei waved her hand.

Zhihe stood up and said, "Although my parents have passed away, our Linghe tribe still has elders to manage it. I will have someone send an apology to Qingqiu later." She said it very seriously.

Yang Mei nodded indifferently. This girl is quite good at dealing with people. How come she has a brain full of lovesickness?

"As for you," Yang Mei looked at Donghua, and Donghua unconsciously straightened his chest, "Forget about cooking, come here and continue reading to me."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the library. He did not say whether he accepted Donghua's confession or not.

It seems unkind to keep people hanging without making a clear statement, but who can blame Shi Chen in this little world for being a bad man? He will have to be tortured for a while!

Donghua was somewhat disappointed that he did not get a positive response, but he also knew that Yang Mei was not the kind of person who would be easily impressed. Moreover, the fact that he was willing to order him around showed that he was still different.

Otherwise, why would Yang Mei order him around instead of others?

Yang Mei: Is there a possibility that you are more useful?

In a word, the dignified Emperor Donghua was like a donkey being dangled by a carrot in front of Yang Mei, diligent and hardworking.

……

That day, Yang Mei and Donghua were sitting under a tree by the pond playing chess when Chonglin came over to report that the third prince Lian Song had arrived.

Donghua kept making moves: "Let him in."

Lian Song walked over slowly, fanning himself: "You guys are so leisurely, don't you know what's going on outside?"

"The sky hasn't fallen and the earth hasn't caved in. What's left is nothing more than the unpleasant matter of who lives and who dies. Is there anything worthy of our concern?" Donghua didn't even look up at him.

Lian Song closed his fan and tapped his palm with it: "Okay, okay, okay, you don't care, but I have to say it's okay."

"Isn't it just that the Second Prince Sang Ji was demoted to the King of the North Sea? What's so strange about it? The Third Prince is really surprised by everything." Zhihe and Fengjiu also came over.

Zhi He didn't know whether he and Feng Jiu were strangers who knew each other through fighting, but after the farce at the kitchen door that day, the two of them became inexplicably familiar with each other.

Fengjiu kept talking and told Zhihe a lot of shortcomings of Emperor Donghua, especially how bad the food he cooked was.

Zhi He could still clearly remember Feng Jiu's original words until now. She said, "Zhi He, I am not trying to persuade you to give up your love for that old man, Emperor Dong Hua. I just want you to understand one thing. The food he cooks is really poisonous. With your cultivation level, you will go to the underworld after eating it. So you should improve your strength first.

We are obviously about the same age, but look at you, you are not even a fairy.

My fourth uncle taught me not to cause trouble when there is nothing to do, and not to be afraid of trouble when there is trouble. It is not wrong to take the initiative to find trouble with others when you go out, but at least you must have the ability to find trouble, otherwise what is the difference between this and delivering food to others? Just like you wanted to push me that day, that is, I don’t want to bother with you, otherwise I can knock down ten of you with one palm, believe it or not! "

When Zhi He looked at the flamboyant and bright Feng Jiu, he couldn't help but feel envy and yearning in his heart.

Yes, she is about the same age as Fengjiu. She should have been such a lively and beautiful girl. How come she has become like this now, just like the married princess of the eldest prince in the Heavenly Palace!

To put it nicely, it's called the feeling of being a wife, to put it bluntly, it's the feeling of being old...

Because of Fengjiu's words, Zhihe decided to practice hard and no longer care about the various affairs of Taichen Palace.

She clearly came to Taichen Palace to be a master, but now she has become a nanny, and no one appreciates her!

It's like flirting with a blind man.

Maybe Emperor Donghua doesn't need her help to drive away those female fairies with ulterior motives...

So, Zhihe practiced with Fengjiu, wandered around the Thirteenth Heaven together, and went to the Ninth Heaven together to meet Cheng Yuyuanjun, who liked to dress up as a man. They listened to a lot of gossip from her, including the things the Second Prince did for love.