The correct usage of Tsundere Junior Brother

Fragrance mist lingers, smoke gauze curtains, maids hurry back and forth with jade basins in their hands, sweat drips from their foreheads, and wipes lightly with their sleeves, bringing a gust of fragrance.The woman's silver bell-like laughter came from the hall, which made people's imagination run wild and fascinated.

It's just a wave of "dong dong dong" chopping knives that ruined this beautiful artistic conception, but it is interesting to taste it carefully.The sound of the knife is neat and even, never muddy, and the sharp blade tears the flesh and makes a satisfying friction sound, which makes the listener feel as comfortable as if he was actually touched by a woman's hand.The blade broke through the resistance and chopped on the cutting board. The sound was neither heavy nor light, and the strength was just right. Presumably the hands of the knife maker must have been honed, so they can be so calm and relaxed.The sound of chopping knives lasted for a stick of incense, still relaxed and unrelenting.

"His Royal Highness is really amazing!" the woman said adoringly.

And Her Majesty the King of Mausoleum was wearing an apron, with a scale in his mouth, and he was chopping meat with his arms rounded.Frozen meat splattered, and King Guangling's eyes gleamed fiercely, chopping the meat on the chopping board into pieces of the same size like a fierce ghost.Each piece is boxy and precise as if cut out of a mould.

After the meat was cut, King Guangling put down the scale in his mouth, picked up a piece and put it on top, and the maid beside him exclaimed: "One piece is one tael, half a cent is not much, half a cent is not much! His Highness King Ling is really a man of God!"

King Guangling smiled complacently, rubbed his oily hands on the apron, and pretended to be indifferent: "It's just cutting meat, it can't be put on the table. Bai Hong, let's sell it in the West Garden."

Bai Hong said yes, put the pieces of meat on the chopping board into the jade basin, and walked out.

"Oh, wait a minute." King Guangling stopped her, "Count the number clearly, don't be fooled by that profiteer like last time."

"Lie to me again, you cut him with a knife!"

King Guangling nodded in satisfaction, and continued to fight with swords and swords.

"His Royal Highness King Ling! Something is wrong!" A figure flew in and knelt down in front of King Guangling with a plop.

"What the hell, I'm going to be scared to death by you sooner or later!" King Guangling glared at the visitor displeased.

Uncharacteristically, Guan Ri didn't answer back, kowtowed heavily, and said in a crying voice, "His Royal Highness, you have to hold on... Your Majesty... Your Majesty is dead!"

The kitchen knife in King Guangling's hand fell heavily, cutting a bloody gash in his hand. He didn't notice it, his eyes were wet, and he repeated Guan Ri's words in a little confusion: "The emperor died?"

The death knell rang, and the sound hit Guangling King's chest heavily.

Luoyang Taixue, Pan Yue, Yang Rongji, and Shi Chong were in a tense atmosphere. All three of them had drawn their weapons, but none of them made the first move.

Pan Yue moved his lips, and said slowly: "In the name of senior brother, I order you to put down your weapons."

Shi Chong sneered: "What's yours is yours, and what's not yours can't be snatched."

Yang Rongju didn't make a sound, but his tense posture, which didn't give in at all, had made his position clear.

Pan Yue said coldly: "If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

Shi Chong shouted: "Come on!"

A huge black iron pot swept past with the sound of tigers and tigers, forcing the two people on the opposite side to take a step back.Shi Chong didn't show any weakness, he waved his hand, and the rain of coins hit the two opposite people with howling sound, and the two dodged nimbly.

Yang Rongji cast out the spell without hesitation, turned into a vicious villain and rushed towards the two.Shi Chong was so entangled by that villain, and Pan Yue was already familiar with Yang Rongji's routine, tearing the paper figurine into two in two or three.On the other side, I saw a third paper figurine jogging happily towards Yang Rongji, holding the things on the table.

"Despicable!" The two exclaimed in unison, and jumped straight at the paper figurine.

The paper figurine was stumbled by them, and the thing in its hand flew out.

Yang Rongji made a backhand outflank, and firmly put the things into his arms without any damage.

Pan Yue and Shi Chong lay on the ground with despair in their eyes.

This is a blue and white glazed porcelain plate, and the only thing on it is a piece of red oily, fat, tender and juicy braised pork.

Yang Rongji picked up the last piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth without hesitation, chewed it loudly, and said with a smile: "Thank you two brothers for your courtesy."

Pan Yue and Shi Chong thumped the ground bitterly, their eyes tearing apart: "Good boy, you wash the dishes today!"

There was a knock on the door, and the elementary school student in Taoist uniform shouted loudly: "Three senior brothers, the principal is telling you to go!"

"What is the old man doing?"

The little apprentice giggled and said, "Perhaps you were caught stealing food in the kitchen again!"

The three of them straightened their clothes and came to old man Meng's bookstore like dogs.Old man Meng turned his back to them, as if he was thinking about something.

"Master is good."

Old man Meng came back to his senses, turned around, asked the three of them to sit down, and said with a friendly smile, "How are your disciples doing recently?"

Apprentice?Pan Yue suddenly trembled, and goose bumps all over his body, Pan Yue raised his eyes cautiously and asked him: "Master, are you okay?"

Old Man Meng rolled his eyes at him: "I didn't ask you again, I was talking about Volume and Xiao Chong."

Yang Rongji replied politely: "I would like to follow Master's instruction and dare not slack off in practicing."

Shi Chongdao: "Tell Master, this disciple devotes himself to cultivation, but there is one thing that is really hard to say..."

"But it doesn't matter."

Shi Chong filed a complaint: "Eldest brother always disturbs fellow practitioners to practice, and goes to the back kitchen to eat and steal food on weekdays. I think for the sake of everyone's progress, elder brother should be punished to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner every day."

Yang Rongji echoed it repeatedly.

To tell the truth, Luoyang Taixue's rice is clear and watery, and after two meals, people can't wait to fly to the sky immediately. Everyone hopes that Pan Yue can cook dinner for everyone every day.

Old man Meng slapped Pan Yue on the back of the head, angrily cursing: "Stinky boy, don't learn well all day long!"

Pan Yue pointed at Shi Chong tremblingly: "Traitor!"

Old man Meng stroked his beard and said, "Punishment. But let's take it easy first. I'll give you one thing to the three of you. If you do it, you will be rewarded."

"Master ordered."

"The emperor has passed away."

The three were shocked: "Huh?"

Old man Meng said in a deep voice: "I just got the news that the crown prince will ascend the throne soon, named Emperor Hui."

Shi Chongdao: "I really didn't expect, I didn't expect that an idiot can be the emperor."

Old man Meng slapped him lightly, signaled him to shut up, and said: "Someone from the palace has just come to inform that at least three people from Luoyang government schools, large and small, will go to the palace to mourn the emperor until the new emperor ascends the throne."

Pan Yue had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He met Sima Yan by chance that day. Fortunately, he was able to escape from the control of the terror-eating monster with his help.He passed away suddenly, and he felt extremely sorry in his heart at this moment.

Old man Meng said: "The emperor passed away suddenly, there may be something hidden in it. I will send the three of you to wear mourning for the emperor. Remember not to cause trouble and treat the palace as your own kitchen." While speaking, he squinted at Pan Yue from the corner of his eyes, naturally I told him to listen, but Pan Yue was so excited at this moment that he didn't listen at all.

A hand gently stroked his back, also erasing his sadness.Looking into Yang Rongju's eyes, Pan Yue gradually came to his senses.

Sima Yan reigned for twenty-five years, benevolent and generous, the country was once prosperous and prosperous, and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.After the emperor passed away, ceremonies and music were banned, meat and meat were banned. The imperial city of Luoyang was no longer decorated with lights and festoons, but was covered with a layer of white and misty colors.

The three of them were dressed in plain clothes and gowns, kowtowed step by step, all the way from the palace gate to the mourning hall.Sima Yan's body was placed in the coffin. In the mourning hall, the next emperor Sima Zhong and empress Jian Nanfeng were kneeling beside the coffin. On the side were Sima Yan, the king of Guangling who was about to become the prince, and Jia Mi, the queen's nephew.Sima Lun, the late emperor's uncle, sat on a carved chair, looking tired.

The guards reported: "Luoyang Taixue, Pan Yue, Yang Rongji, and Shi Chong came to mourn the late emperor."

Hearing the sound, Jia Mi raised her head and winked at Pan Yue, and mouthed "I'm exhausted". After being stared at by the queen, she continued to bow her head in a distressed manner.Jananfeng saw the three of them and was about to speak, but Sima Yu asked first, "Are you Pan Yue?"

"It's Xiaomin."

Sima Kui looked him up and down, and said: "It is said that Mr. Pan's beauty is extraordinary, but when I saw it today, he is indeed unparalleled in the world."

"His Royal Highness praises you."

Jia Nanfeng said: "Luoyang Taixue has always been loyal to the emperor and cared about the country, and took killing demons and demons as its mission, and the young people who came out are all better than each other. Principal Meng sent three beloved disciples, and the spirit of the late emperor must be deeply moved. "

This was originally his father's mourning hall. As the rightful lord, Sima Zhong was supposed to stand up to receive the visitors, assuming he was succeeding the emperor, but a wife and a son on the left and right overwhelmed him.Under the pressure of a strong aura, he smiled honestly at Pan Yangshi and the three of them as a greeting.

Yang Rongji replied: "When the late emperor passed away, the whole world mourns, and Luoyang Taixue wept unceasingly. I hope that the emperor, empress, and prince must also cherish their bodies, and don't be too sad."

Jananfeng wiped away his tears, and said: "The illness happened suddenly, and the emperor and I didn't even see the late emperor for the last time."

Sima Yan suddenly said: "Grandpa Huang died for no apparent reason, the doctor said it was just a common cold, how could he die overnight?"

Jananfeng shouted: "Prince, don't talk nonsense!"

Pan Yue rolled his eyes. Sure enough, as old man Meng had guessed, Sima Yan's death was not that simple.

Sima Yu said: "You are my mother in name, I will not argue with you. By the way, Mr. Pan and the two people behind you, since you are in the palace for funerals, you must be trapped in the palace before my father ascends the throne." It's too boring, why don't you come to my palace as an errand, and accompany me to relieve boredom."

"What kind of dignity!" Jananfeng scolded, "You are also the one who is going to be the prince soon, why are you still so stubborn? Now the whole country is wearing sackcloth and mourning, why, his most beloved grandson wants to have fun at this time Have fun?"

Sima Cui curled his lips and said: "The emperor was generous and benevolent all his life, and he didn't care about trivial matters. On the contrary, you banned rituals, music, meat, and business after his death, and made people all over the country cry for him for three months. If the emperor knew, I'm afraid you will Angry."

Jia Mi suddenly became unhappy, stepped forward and said, "Oh, Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

Jananfeng scolded him back, without the slightest displeasure on his face, and said: "The people love the late emperor from the bottom of their hearts, and they spontaneously wear sackcloth and filial piety, how can it be said that I let them?"

Sima Yu said: "I can't say no to you, I took these people away, don't mind your own business."

The author has something to say:

The fourth main quest has just started, and our lovely big donkey hoof Sima Yan has received a lunch box~ It feels like old Meng is like an NPC who releases a quest.