This shadow guard is kinda nice

Xiao Yichen stood up straight, Mo Ran stepped back, he put away his casual look, and stood face to face with Ren Mingfeng.

"Leadership," he said.

Ren Mingfeng didn't respond, or in other words, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he followed out impulsively, and now he is speechless.

After a long time, he said: "When I came down from the stage that day, I wanted to find brother Chu and Mo for a drink." He sighed, "Unfortunately, when I came down from the high stage, I couldn't find them Brother Chu and Brother Mo."

Hearing this, Xiao Yichen seemed to feel pity too, "It's a pity, Mo Ran and I left after seeing brother Ren win the position of leader that day."

"If I had known earlier, I would have left a little later, and I could still drink Brother Ren's wine." He laughed softly as he spoke.

Ren Mingfeng didn't listen to what he said later, but only noticed the first sentence, and he suddenly realized, "It turns out that Brother Mo is really called Mo Ran."

One encounter, four people, three pseudonyms.

Xiao Yichen ignored the strangeness in his words, and only said: "Yes."

Ren Mingfeng didn't know how to answer, said it was great?Anyway, there is another real name.

Silence spread between the three.

After a while, Xiao Yichen said, "Brother Ren, do you blame me?"

When we met again in the martial arts arena, Ren Mingfeng confessed his identity to him, and he expressed his understanding. Ren Mingfeng thought he was broad-minded, but in fact he was not.

Ren Mingfeng couldn't help smiling wryly, "How dare I blame you, brother Chu, everyone is the same."

Seeing Xiao Yichen and Mo Ran in the Qianhua Hall, seeing him sitting in the prince's seat, watching him drinking with his brothers, he was a little dazed for a while, so when the two left the Qianhua Hall, he acted like a ghost, followed.

He couldn't tell what he wanted to do, but the moment he saw the two of them, he understood that he wanted to hear from Chen Ling and Mo Ran who he was and what his identity was.

During the one or two months of short time together, although the identity and name were fake, but the friendship, he thought it was real.

So he didn't want to just pass by in such a muddle, after all, there must be an explanation.

Xiao Yichen didn't want to talk too much at first, he always did things according to his heart, he didn't want to and didn't want to explain too much to others, but the impression Ren Mingfeng left on him was pretty good, so it was fine for him to explain a few words.

"At the beginning, I didn't expect that I would go with them later. The name was nonsense. After arriving in Nanchu, I had to use the fake name of Chen Ling."

He looked at Ren Mingfeng, "Actually, I should stay in Prince Xuan's Mansion for the past three months and not be able to go anywhere."

When Ren Mingfeng was in Qianhua Palace just now, he heard what His Highness the Crown Prince said, congratulating King Xuan for lifting the confinement.

"The one who was restrained by the emperor, I thought it was boring to stay there. Just as the martial arts conference was about to start, I simply sneaked out of the palace with Mo Ran and went to Nanchu."

Xiao Yichen spread his hands, "You also know what's behind. When we were in Muye, the person who was afraid of bumping into Daliang was Xiao Yi'an, so it's easy."

Ren Mingfeng understood the ins and outs, so it was even more difficult to say anything. It was really like what Chen Ling said when he had a showdown, he should walk the rivers and lakes.

Ren Mingfeng finally said: "That's it."

Xiao Yichen took two steps forward, closing the distance between them.

"Brother Ren, let's get to know each other again."

He smiled, compared to the faint smiles that floated on his face in the past, it was now a little more sincere, "Xiao Yichen," his voice was low and gradually dissipated in the cold winter wind, "Da Liang Xuan Wang."

The gloomy energy in Ren Mingfeng's heart just now was swept away, he said: "Ren Mingfeng."

"The son of Ren Zhao, the leader of the Qingyun faction, and the current leader of the martial arts alliance."

Two figures, one green and one white, faced each other, smiling at each other.

"Brother Ren still owes me a drink." Xiao Yichen joked.

"How about today? I invite you to have a drink with Mo Ran." As he spoke, his eyes passed Xiao Yichen and fell on Mo Ran who had been silent all this time.

This man who has been silent from the beginning, no matter what the two of them say, doesn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations.

"Brother Ren, did you drink a lot today?"

Ren Mingfeng withdrew his gaze and said with a loud smile: "Drinking in the palace is no better than drinking with King Xuan."

Xiao Yichen snorted, "That's natural."

Mo Ran, who had been silent for a long time, was hesitant to speak at the moment. It seemed that the master meant to be invited, but the master drank a lot of wine last night, and he slept for a long time before getting up today. He had already drank at the banquet. Drinker, if he drinks with Ren Mingfeng again now, he is afraid that the master's body will not be able to bear it.

Ren Mingfeng looked at the fluctuations in Mo Ran's eyes, and it turned out that his eyes can also be touched by others, for the man in front of him who he called his master.

Just as Ren Mingfeng was about to say something, Mo Ran said, "Master, why don't you make an appointment with Leader Ren at another date?"

Xiao Yichen turned around and looked at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran met his gaze, and for a long time held back a sentence that drinking hurts the body.Xiao Yichen's gaze was very playful, and he let out an oh.

Mo Ran was a little confused, oh, what do you mean, did you agree or not?

Xiao Yichen admired his ignorant little expression enough, it was so funny, he turned around contentedly, and said to Ren Mingfeng: "I'm sorry, brother Ren, I drank too much wine at the banquet just now, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink brother Ren today wine."

Ren Mingfeng didn't care, "It's okay, it's the same if you drink it another day."

"Okay, let's make an appointment another day."

The three of them left the palace together, said goodbye outside the palace gate, and walked in two directions of the long street.

The night was vast and most silent.

Xiao Yichen asked suddenly: "Are you hungry?"

Mo Ran's footsteps stopped, huh?hungry?It's okay, but the master asked like this, and because of the relationship between the Ninth Prince and the Crown Prince, he didn't eat a few bites during the banquet, so the master must be hungry.

He considered it and said, "A little bit?"

Xiao Yichen stopped and turned his head, "A little bit?"

amount……

Mo Ran immediately changed his words, "Very hungry."

Xiao Yichen was satisfied, but at this hour, no matter whether it was a restaurant or a roadside stall, they had already rested, so they could only go back to the palace to eat.

The two returned to the palace, but they didn't find anything to eat. At that time, the two stood in the kitchen, staring at each other.

how to do?

The people in the mansion were probably asleep, and it would not be good to wake them up to cook again.

Xiao Yichen made a decisive decision, "You do it."

Mo Ran: "..."

He can't cook, let him do other things, it's really difficult for him to cook.

"Master, are you sure?"

Moran said with some difficulty that he was really not sure whether the things he made could be imported.It's fine if he eats it himself, but it's for the master, it's really hard for him.

Xiao Yichen nodded, "Sure."

"Ok."

Mo Ran's heart fluttered, isn't it just cooking?

He rolled up his sleeves and stood still in front of the stove. What should we do first?Yes, light the fire, and what does the master want to eat?

He knelt down and asked while lighting the fire, "Master, what do you want to eat?"

Xiao Yichen stood there idly, watching his movements, knew that he couldn't cook, so he didn't make things difficult for him, "Let's have porridge."

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, but it's okay, it's just cooking porridge, he should be able to.

He scooped up a spoonful of water and poured it into the pot. When the water boiled, he went to wash the rice again, thinking that the master should have a bowl of porridge. He made a whole bowl of rice, which should be enough.

Xiao Yichen stared at it dumbfounded, what do you want to do with a big bowl of rice? "Just a little less."

Mo Ran stopped and looked up at him suspiciously, "Is half a bowl enough?"

"That's enough, we don't need so much rice to cook porridge."

"Oh."

Mo Ran responded, and poured half a bowl of rice back into the rice vat. He still didn't believe what the master said. The master has never been in a place like a kitchen, let alone cooking. Can he believe what he said?

Xiao Yichen knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, don't you believe me?"

Mo Ran washed the rice and poured it all into the pot, "I believe, I believe everything the master says."

Xiao Yichen snorted, "That's right, if you don't believe me, who do you believe?"

The rice porridge soon made a gurgling sound, and Mo Ran was startled at first, but then he stirred the porridge calmly.

"The fire is a little too big, let's make it smaller." Xiao Yichen stood aside and directed with folded arms.

Mo Ran squatted down again, tossing the firewood.

"Remove the lid a little and it will overflow."

"Oh."

Why does the master seem to be very good at it?Illusion?he thought to himself.

After clearing away the firewood, he opened the lid of the pot a little, and the faint fragrance of rice porridge came out.

After cooking for a while, the rice porridge came out of the pot, the simplest white rice porridge, and nothing else.

The main reason is that he can't do the ink dyeing beside him.

The two sat at the table in the corner of the kitchen, drinking porridge by a faintly glowing candle.

After eating a spoonful of soft and rotten porridge, Xiao Yichen was satisfied, "It's cooked well, at least it's not mushy."

It was much better than the porridge he cooked last time.

Mo Ran put down the spoon, and said obediently: "The master taught you well."

Xiao Yichen smiled, and he lazily said: "It's the first time I cook without lighting the kitchen, praise me."

Just now he was standing there watching Mo Ran's movements, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he was afraid that if he was not careful, after dinner in various restaurants in Jinling tomorrow, there would be little storybooks flying all over the sky, and it was his Prince Xuan's mansion that caught fire late at night for unknown reasons.

Mo Ran: "..."