Food on the tip of your tongue

present. "

Zhan Feng: "..." Does he, a man of seven feet, really want to marry this little thing?

The next morning, outside the city of Kaifeng.

Zhang Yonghuan rushed to the cripple Ren Chongsheng with tears in his eyes like the fathers and villagers who saw the children of workers and peasants, "Brother cripple, you are here...have you brought food?"

Ren Chongsheng stared at him blankly, took off the burden from his body and said, "There are dry pancakes."

"Dried pancakes are also food!" Zhang Yonghuan burst into tears, grabbing his bag to find something to eat.

Qin Yang looked at Ren Chongsheng complicatedly and said, "My lord, what does this mean?"

Ren Chongsheng said: "It's here to imprison us."

Qin Yang was furious: "Should we just stay in this deserted house and wait to die?"

Ren Chongsheng said: "Someone will come to clean up the yard later, the prince wants to use this method to force Young Master Zhang to reveal his father's whereabouts."

Qin Yang: "He is really patient."

Ren Chongsheng: "I've been jealous for so many years, and it's not too late."

Qin Yang looked at him again, took the pancakes from Zhang Yonghuan, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, and said, "Is there any water?"

Ren Chongsheng looked around, "I'll look for it."

Zhang Yonghuan was so choked that he couldn't breathe, stretched his neck and coughed embarrassingly: "My lord is trying to grind us to death!"

Qin Yang said coldly: "If he is really patient, we will spend it with him."

Zhang Yonghuan thought for a while and said: "Are we being supported by the prince?"

Qin Yang's mouth twitched, "Your imagination is too rich."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled: "Just kidding, let's have fun!"

Going with the flow and being at peace with the situation, Zhang Yonghuan's psychological quality is still very sturdy.

Qin Yang squatted down in the grass with him, "What do you think?"

Zhang Yonghuan scratched his hair, and said helplessly: "Wait for the opportunity." The courtyard has been surrounded by many Kung Fu masters silently, and it is more difficult than going to heaven to get out from here!

Qin Yang also laughed, and stretched out his hands to rub his messy hair, "So... can we start dating?"

Zhang Yonghuan said to him last night: "It's too boring, why don't we try dating?"

Then Qin Yang became agitated, and after being agitated, he realized that this was Zhang Yonghuan showing his favor to him, how could he refuse?

"Okay." Zhang Yonghuan said without embarrassment: "Don't mention the past, and don't mention anything."

Qin Yang nodded.

Zhang Yonghuan stretched out his friendly right hand and said a line from a late Hong Kong star on Hong Kong Island in a classic literary film, "Qin Yang, let us start again."

Qin Yang imitated his appearance and reached out to shake his right hand, "Start again."

Zhang Yonghuan leaned against the corner of the wall, looked at the warm winter sun in the sky, and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The feeling of being in love is good. Although the other party is a man, who made him fall in love with a man? !

In the afternoon, a group of agile servants entered the house, as well as a group of construction craftsmen.

The yard was cleaned, the house was refurbished, there was a kitchen, water, food, and a fire to cook. After the servants cleaned up the yard, it was taken away by Lord Qing's loyal guards.

There were only three people left in the yard, Ren Laizi, Zhang Yonghuan and Qin Yang.

Zhang Yonghuan sat down on the lacquered chair in the main hall, clenched his fists and said, "Comrades, let us become serfs and sing!"

Lame Ren said blankly, "We are... criminals, right?"

Qin Yang: "..."

With a playful smile, Zhang Yonghuan walked up to Ren Laizi and put his hands on his shoulders. The two brothers said nicely, "Well, Brother Lame, can you tell me why you sacrificed your life for the prince? Between you two... um, um..." Looking at him with blurred and complicated eyes, she smiled.

Cripple Ren's scarred face flushed immediately, and he said, "He is the master, I am the servant, that's all."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded, touched his chin and said, "You are such a loyal dog."

Cripple Ren smiled wryly and didn't speak again.

Qin Yang stared at Ren Chongsheng for a while and said, "Did he train you?"

Ren Chongsheng nodded.

"So in order to repay his kindness, you willingly entered the palace to be his undercover agent?"

Ren Chongsheng said: "It was the prince who put me in the palace."

Qin Yang was surprised, "That is to say, you were recommended by Song Qing to the emperor when you entered the palace as a shadow guard?"

"good."

Qin Yang suddenly smiled and opened his eyes, "It's really interesting, I didn't expect Prince Qing to be such an interesting person."

Deliberately sending his people to the emperor directly and frankly, is this to make the emperor pay special attention to him?

Ren Chongsheng's face darkened, and said: "When the prince was the prince, it was not so cloudy and uncertain. It was only after the emperor ascended the throne...that the prince's temperament changed..."

Zhang Yonghuan interrupted Ren Chongsheng's words, and recited affectionately: "The flower of Tangdi, the calyx embryo, the love of brotherhood, is like brothers... Asking what love is in the world, I just make him worry about it—"

Ren Chongsheng looked puzzled: "..."

Qin Yang looked at Zhang Yonghuan and smiled faintly.

Prince Qing's Mansion, study room.

When King Qing received the nondescript poem by Zhang Yonghuan from the spies monitoring the house, he angrily knocked over the third tea bowl.

The little maidservant who brought the tea trembled in fright, knelt down and tremblingly said: "My lord, forgive me, my lord, forgive my sin, this servant deserves to die, this servant deserves to die!"

King Qing roared angrily: "Get out."

The maid burst into tears and rolled out of the study in a panic.

Prince Qing sat behind the desk with a cold face, impatiently flipping through the official documents on the desk.After a while, he suddenly overturned all the things on the desk, "Two ignorant children!"

King Qing never expected that he would admit the wrong person, and what was even more unexpected to him was that that ordinary and slightly wretched young man would be Zhang Qinghua's child. What made him even more unbearable was...they actually cooperated in acting in front of him. After playing a play, he also saw through his unknown dark thoughts.

This made him so angry, King Qing gritted his teeth and cursed secretly: "Zhang Qinghua is a frivolous bastard! His son is an out-and-out rogue bastard!!!"

34. Not satisfied with the status quo

The greedy nature of human beings may be innate. When Zhang Yonghuan was imprisoned in the house for a month with food and drink, he began to be dissatisfied with the status quo.

The weather is getting colder and colder, just like Prince Qing's attitude towards them is getting more and more shabby. From the beginning, two catties of pork will be delivered every day, to the present coarse grains, brown rice, cabbage, radish and tofu. Now Zhang Yonghuan finally understands the 60s famine At that time, why do people eat sweet potato noodles and corn noodles?

Although coarse grains have high nutritional value, they are far from meeting the needs of the human body.

When the sweet potato noodle steamed buns are steamed, the skin on the hands can almost be sticky when you hold them in your hand. If you eat too much, your stomach will burst into sour water, and the taste is self-evident.

Zhang Yonghuan was wearing that gray padded jacket. After washing the radishes, he took a knife to cut the washed radishes into slices and dried them in the sun.

Ren Chongsheng sat beside him and helped him without saying a word. Both of them were silent and did not speak.

Today Qin Yang challenged those hidden masters who were watching and watching them in the dark for the third time. After he knocked down three people, he was besieged by the rest of them and returned defeated.

At noon, Qin Yang made mixed noodles for them to eat. Zhang Yonghuan cut a piece of radish and took a bite. Bing’s teeth chattered. The white radish was full of water, crispy and sweet to quench his thirst. He wrapped himself in a cotton jacket and hummed an out-of-key tune. Go to the kitchen.

Qin Yang looked at him sullenly, "Go and sit down, I'll serve the meal."

Zhang Yonghuan curled his lips, "Yeah." Zhang Yonghuan's stomach began to protest after eating too much cabbage stewed tofu during this period. It is even more sallow and difficult to see.

Qin Yang snatched the raw white radish from him, and scolded coldly: "You still eat white radish when you have a bloated stomach, don't you want to nourish your stomach?"

Zhang Yonghuan grinned, looked at Qin Yang, turned and walked into the main room.

Zhang Yonghuan took advantage of the heat and slipped a bowl of mixed noodles, Qin Yang went to serve him another meal, he shook his head and said, "I'm full."

"Eat more."

Zhang Yonghuan shook his head, and sat listlessly on the stool with his head lifted.

Qin Yang filled another bowl of rice for him, put it in front of his eyes and said, "Eat some more."

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him with a smile, "Be my child." These days, some of Qin Yang's nature gradually emerged, for example, he would stubbornly force Zhang Yonghuan to eat according to his wishes, and for example He likes to control Zhang Yonghuan's behavior at all times, so that Zhang Yonghuan can act according to his ideas.

Qin Yang stubbornly put the rice in front of him: "Eat another half bowl." His tone became gloomy, with a little impatience that was hard to detect.

Zhang Yonghuan has been feeling angry for a while, and he pushed away his hand holding the meal, "Don't treat me as a woman, put away your manly master."

Qin Yang's gentle expression suddenly dimmed, he put down his rice and looked at Zhang Yonghuan coldly, then turned and left the room.

Being imprisoned in the courtyard without any contact with the wind and grass of the outside world made Zhang Yonghuan feel very anxious. He was disgusted by his current living conditions and wanted to get out of the courtyard, not wanting to confine his soul and thoughts here.

After sitting in a daze for a while, he took the bowl of cold rice to the kitchen. Qin Yang was packing firewood outside the kitchen. Hearing Zhang Yonghuan's footsteps, he just paused his movements slightly and continued to pick up firewood.

Zhang Yonghuan threw away the leftovers, washed the dishes and dried his hands, and walked towards Qin Yang. He stared at Qin Yang's movements, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and just stuffed his hands into the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket.