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"Sir, I specially watched the imperial chef and cooked this meal for you. It is absolutely less oil, less salt, less vinegar and less sugar. You should try it." Zhou Ji ordered someone to bring up clear soup and side dishes one after another, as if asking for a reward. Looking at Meng Yan.

Meng Yan took a closer look, and sure enough, they were all home-cooked dishes, without the slightest hint of meat, and they had put a lot of effort into them. A home-cooked tofu was cooked to perfection, and he couldn't help but smile.Originally, the time for lunch was approaching, and he was still worrying, but now he broke his worries into a smile, and couldn't help saying: "Please worry about it."

As he spoke, he sat down and picked up the chopsticks. Although his movements were still surprisingly slow, he somehow looked like a normal person eating.

Zhou Ji laughed secretly, thinking that he had a high skill, so why should immortals not eat fireworks in the world?He just wanted to drag him into the mortal world, into the vulgar way, and wanted him to live like a normal person!

"Why does this soup taste weird?" Meng Yan scooped up a bowl of soup, took a sip, shook his head intuitively, and came to ask Zhou Ji.

Sure enough, you can't even tell the difference between wine?It seems that he hasn't drunk a single drop of alcohol and has a healthy and restrained diet all these years.

Zhou Ji said calmly: "Sir, I don't know, this is a famous dish in my Pingcheng. It's not uncommon for Mr. to live in Jiangling for a long time, and the taste is difficult to adjust. It's just that Mr. must try this dish, so that it is worthwhile to come to Pingcheng. "

Meng Yan believed it was true, and couldn't resist Zhou Ji repeatedly persuading him to drink it, and boasting how popular this dish was all over the city, so he took advantage of the opportunity and drank a few more bowls, "Why do I feel hot on the face?"

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "Mr. Xu Shi's physique is incompatible with this soup, so he should not drink too much."

Meng Yan supported his head and said, "...that makes sense."

"Sir, come again." Zhou Ji filled another bowl for him and handed it to Meng Yan.

Meng Yan's face was overwhelmed, but Zhou Ji's hand did not withdraw, and his smile was a little stiff, as if it was painted on, and it didn't reach his eyes at all.

"...Okay." Meng Yan couldn't bear to ignore him.

Before finishing a bowl, he fell asleep on the dining table drunkenly, his clothes were stained with wine, a bit wanton, a bit elegant, red like a jade face, and his tentacles were hot like hot water.

Zhou Ji smiled complacently, and looked at him coldly with folded arms: "What's the point of drinking some wine? Do you think you can still be as pure and flawless as before after being my tutor? Let me tell you, it's impossible! I still want Watching you kill people, watching you conquer cities for me, your hands are bloody! Hahahaha!"

The palace people passing by heard his arrogant and wicked laughter, and felt creepy, and stepped back on tiptoe.

Zhou Ji put him back on the couch, took off his boots and robe for him, picked up a brocade mattress and covered him tightly, "It is impossible for me to be kind to the Tao with you. When you beat me, you should have expected that I am not a kind person. It was not before, and it is even more impossible to be now!"

He walked to the table, beckoned, and called a little eunuch over, "Tell me, is this soup or wine?"

The little eunuch nodded hurriedly and said: "Of course it is soup, and it is also a famous dish in my Pingcheng. It is not usually used to entertain people. His Royal Highness must respect the Taifu from the bottom of his heart, so he will invite him to drink this bowl of soup."

"If half a word is leaked..."

"This servant will tell the palace to warn the servants that anyone who has handled today's food will never reveal a word. This servant dares to guarantee it with his life."

"Go down."

"Yes."

Meng Yan woke up after sleeping for an hour, feeling very dizzy and rubbing his forehead with his hands.

"Sir, are you unwell?" Zhou Ji, who was sitting at the corner, said abruptly.

"...you've been here all this time?"

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "That's not true, why, do you want me to be here all the time, sir?"

He kept looking at Meng Yan, his eyes were sharp and strange. Ordinary people would feel their scalps go numb if they were stared at by such eyes, but Meng Yan didn't realize it, and smiled slightly, like a spring breeze thawing a frozen glacier, "Ji'er Now that he is highly regarded by the king, there must be a lot of official documents to deal with and many rules to learn, how could he always be by my side?"

"Sir, are you complaining that Ji can't always serve you?" Zhou Ji asked.

"I am very gratified that you can concentrate on learning the way of the king. How can you blame you for these trivial things? Besides, I am not old or eighty, so I don't need to keep you by my side all the time serving tea and water. Don't think too much about it." Just woke up When he came, his mouth was lingering, and his speech was a bit hoarse.

Zhou Ji smiled and said: "It's Ji who is thinking too much, sir, don't take offense. Every time Ji wakes up from a nap, he is always very sensitive and suspicious, feeling restless, so Ji seldom takes naps on weekdays. It is only because I am in a good mood today Squint for a while."

"You used to not rest after lunch?" Meng Yan paid great attention to health preservation, and the focus of the question was particularly different from others.

"Ji is a person who sleeps little. If he takes a nap during the day, it will be difficult to fall asleep at night." Zhou Ji replied truthfully.

"How is this possible?"

Zhou Ji rolled his eyes helplessly, decided not to dwell on this topic any longer, found an excuse at random, and left Yongle Palace.

"What did you see, Mister?" Zhou Ji put on his clothes and sword, walked up to the high platform, and looked around.

"Family, country, and world, all living beings." Meng Yan said.

Zhou Ji laughed without warning, recklessly, with sarcasm, "Really? Why do I see that the country is in ruins and the people are in dire straits?"

Meng Yan looked at him silently, his eyes were pious and compassionate, and he had immeasurable merits in saving people, "All appearances are illusory. What you think in your heart is what you see."

Zhou Ji hated his detached appearance the most. Such elegance made him feel ashamed, and he couldn't help but want to destroy him.His eyes were like needles, and his voice was icy cold: "The country is like a child's play, and human life is worth less than an ant. Is it just these things that Mr. is guarding so hard?"

Meng Yan frowned, looking a little unhappy, "What exactly do you want to say today?"

He is so wonderful, so wonderful that Zhou Ji is like tearing open his compassionate skin to see what is inside, whether it is black or white, good or bad.

He's not crazy, he just can't see... He's so good, he envies him, he hates him, more precisely, he envies him!

The same person, why can he be clean and unstained when he is filthy?

"Mister is willing to save all living beings with this life, why can't he save me?" Zhou Ji said with a half-smile.

Meng Yan was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, Zhou Ji had already pushed him to the edge of the city wall, with an evil smile on his lips, his posture was extremely ambiguous, making people imagine Feifei, "Do you know how much I want to destroy Miss you? Do you know how much I want you?"

There was a pitiful smile in Meng Yan's eyes. He looked at the child in front of him gently, with the attitude of an elder caring for the younger. In his eyes, he was like a hedgehog, hurting others, and even more... hurting himself.

"Why do you look at me like this? Why do you look at me with such alms and pitiful eyes? You are presumptuous! You are presumptuous!" Zhou Ji yelled desperately and arrogantly.

These words did not have any influence on Meng Yan, he was still pure and innocent, like an unattainable god on the top of the clouds, he even lifted his large tea-white sleeves, trying to calm Zhou Ji's anxiety and anger.

Just as soon as he raised his hand, he was knocked down by Zhou Ji and hit the cold city wall.

"Okay! Okay! Do you think I dare not? Do you believe that I can destroy you right now?!" He suddenly opened his eyes wide and screamed like a collapse.

The clothes were torn, exploded in the air, and fell into the city wall, like a kite with a broken string, carrying Zhou Ji's despair into the abyss.

He loosened his restraints haphazardly, eager to become one with him.

The people in the palace under the city wall were so frightened that their viscera were almost displaced. Have they ever seen His Royal Highness, who is usually modest and treats others, do such a crazy move?

In broad daylight, in broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of all, and all talking, he was actually forcing another man!

What kind of world is this?

They didn't dare to speak, and they didn't dare to move around. They hid in the corner, shivering with their heads in their hands.

Zhou Ji's eyes were blank, unable to reflect anything, and the overwhelming anger submerged in the top of his head in an instant, he aimed at Meng Yan's shoulder fiercely, and bit down like a hungry wolf.

Meng Yan's eyebrows gathered in the center, and her thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

After a long time, Zhou Ji stepped back again and again in a panic, with blood flowing wantonly from his mouth, making his face very hideous and strange, "Why don't you hide?"

"If I gave up my life to exchange for your enlightenment, why would I regret my death?" Meng Yan sighed, like a spring breeze passing by, infinitely gentle.

Zhou Ji smiled desolately, but he still lost to him after all. Looking at his dilapidated clothes that barely covered his body, and a glaring and terrifying tooth mark on his shoulder, he smiled in relief, feeling unprecedented satisfaction, " Don't worry, why am I willing to let you die?"

As he said, he took off his robe and put it on him. Consciously or unconsciously, his breath sprayed on his neck, "I want to watch you fall step by step, and I want you to destroy yourself. Hahahaha!"

The eyes of the two people on the city wall are intertwined and intertwined, but they have different looks and meanings.

One person's eyes are like a pool of death, the eyes are broken and cannot be put together again.

One person's eyes are gentle and compassionate, as in the past, able to tolerate and resolve all suffering in the world.

A contest broke up unhappy.

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not really that......