But he shared the dream with Jun [Rebirth]

"Wait for me a moment."

Nie Zhen had to admit that, moved by this commitment and care, his heart softened.

You can still earn more after completing the points, if Changle accidentally made a mistake within three years...

Having obtained the system for more than a year, Nie Chen has never had so many completion points on hand, and now he has handed over all of them to Jinfeng Yulu Pavilion in exchange for a bottle of [Fresh Like Me].

Nie Zhen pretended to be looking for something, groped in the corner of the closet for a while, took out the potion, and stuffed it into Chang Le's hands.

"I have to watch you drink before letting you go."

Changle shook the transparent bottle, the dark green liquid was very strange.

"This is what Huo Lan did?"

"Yes!"

Since Huo Lan was not present and unable to refute, Nie Zhen directly dismissed the matter.

Chang Le sighed: "My own poison, there is no good antidote."

"You take this too." Regardless of his gloomy expression, Nie Zhen stuffed a pot of medicinal wine mixed with a lot of imitation twilight into his arms: "It will help you refresh yourself."

Changle accepted the favor and accepted it all.

Although even if he doesn't appreciate it, Nie Zhen will still force it to him.

"It's really grown up." Chang Le squeezed the little apprentice's chin, and said with a soft smile: "It's not like before, when I was hugged by the teacher, I would blush for a long time."

Nie Zhen rolled his eyes in his heart and said, "Isn't it because I don't know that Master, you are a big guy in women's clothes at all?"

Nie Zhen said: "A teacher for a day, a father for life, although men and women are different, father and son are the same. Why should I be ashamed of my father?"

This answer made Chang Le laugh: "I can't afford to be your father."

Nie Zhen took the initiative to hug him: "Your life is mine now, don't lose it yourself." Seeing Chang Le's puzzled expression, he explained a few words: "In short, pay attention to your own safety. I am in Yuwan Await your return."

I am waiting for your return in Yuwan...

I'm so familiar with a sentence, I can't remember who I said it to many times... Feeling sad and crying, I bid farewell to the old man who is also a teacher, friend and brother.

There was another person, but unfortunately he forgot who it was.

"Why are you crying? It's not like you can't come back." Chang Le said helplessly, leaning over to wipe away the tears that slowly gathered in the pupil's eyes.

Nie Zhen shook his head: "It's not all for you, Master."

The night is dark and the shadows are far away.

The National Teacher's Mansion suddenly lost a third martial arts minister, except for Tan Ming, everyone else was used to it.

The order in the mansion remains the same, and Yuwan is calm and calm, but no one knows if it is the stage where the next nightmare is brewing.

One afternoon in September, Nie Zhen was lying on a comfortable wicker chair in the courtyard, with the sleeves of a clear and cool white robe hanging down the edge, listening to Fan Qin report what Song Chi had done in the past few months.

Knowing that not only was he not depressed and full of complaints, but he managed all the cooks submissively. After launching countless new dishes, Nie Zhen's expression stagnated for a moment, and then returned to normal.

It should be so.

A voice in his heart told him that there was nothing to be surprised about.

Nie Zhen smiled and said, "Go on."

Fan Qin paused, and observed that Nie Zhen's attitude towards Song Chi was slightly different from before. He wanted to take the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, but now he could only swallow the thought.

"Mr. Song and Mr. Dong have also renovated the restaurants that belonged to the National Teacher's Mansion..."

"Renovation? Where did they get the money?"

Nie Zhen is having a headache about collecting divine gifts, so he naturally knows the accounts of the house.

"It is said that he made money by opening a restaurant." Fan Qin glanced at him and said, "It's not like I haven't been there before, how can ordinary restaurants make so much money..."

"If you doubt it, go and see it with me."

Nie Zhen got up and really went to the back kitchen.

Fan Qin had no choice but to follow behind, not making any publicity on the road, it seemed like a normal stroll.

The back kitchen is a house under a row of blue tiles. The road in front of the door is made of flat stones leading to the surrounding garden, and there are lush hydrangeas of various colors blooming on both sides.There is a large and spacious yard at the back, which can be used for grinding, drying wheat, and raising poultry in captivity.

Fan Qin went over to persuade him: "The kitchen is full of smoke. If you want to go in, let the minister go over and stop the cooks from working."

Nie Zhen naturally refused to agree: "What's the point of that? Let's see what they do. You'd better not let them do it."

When they entered, some cooks and stewards saw Shengzong approaching and wanted to kneel down to salute, but Nie Zhen waved their hands and refused.Everyone had no choice but to continue to work on their own, the "sizzling" sound of the stir-fry pierced into their ears.

Nie Chen watched it for a week, and ate a few new dishes with chopsticks, which were indeed more delicious than before.There was a table full of dishes to be sent to restaurants outside.The ingredients are simple and the taste is good.

"Where's Song Chi?" Song Chi was not found in the crowd, and Nie Zhen asked a small kitchen helper in a warm voice.

"Killing chickens in the back yard."

kill chicken...

Nie Zhen couldn't help muttering in his heart, is Song Chi so miserable?Want to take care of the drudgery of killing chickens?

After stepping into the backyard and taking a look, the other party was really killing chickens.

That Mr. Song, who loves to find fault, is dressed in a brown hemp bunt, with his sleeves and trousers rolled up. He is quite similar to Bai Ming who weeded for him that day.

The chicken rings were naturally dirty and smelly, but fortunately, Song Chi's shoes were heavy and cheap, and he didn't feel distressed when they got dirty.

He skillfully grasped the wings of a fat rooster, lifted the unlucky egg up with a little force, tied it around a log, and then manipulated the knife with one hand, seeing that the rooster was about to splatter blood and die forever.

"Mr. Song." After observing him for a long time, Nie Zhen finally couldn't help but came out from the dark.

Song Chi could only put down the knife and the rooster, and came to salute: "My minister, Song Chi, please see Zongshang."

I haven't seen him for several months, but this person is much more respectful in front of me.Stupid and bookish, he almost lost it.When ordinary people see this scene, they probably give up and let him go.

Nie Zhen refused.His eyes drifted to the chicken-killing knife, and his tone was cold: "How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, Mr. Song is blaming this sect for not knowing talents?"

There was silence.

Nie Zhen couldn't help but look down at Song Chi's face.Normally, this person should have jumped up to refute him.Today I can bear it.

Song Chi replied unhurriedly, "Do you want to hear the truth, or lie?"

"Of course it's the truth."

"Well, I only found out today, it's called a sledgehammer."

Song Chi took the knife and put it in front of Nie Zhen.The cattle raised by the National Teacher's Mansion are used for grinding, so naturally there is no slaughter knife.

Nie Zhen knew that he was wrong, but he couldn't get off the tiger, so he had to keep a stern face, and continued to ask: "What if it's a lie?"

"I often complain in my heart that the emperor does not appreciate me, but I am really empty, I have no poems or books, and the opinions I express are all short-sighted; the principles I understand are all fallacies."

This remark sounds like Nie Zhen guessed right, but if you taste it carefully, it is a lie. It is clearly saying that he is talented and far-sighted, has a poetic and literary spirit, and has no appreciation for Nie Chen. don't care.

"Song Chi!"

"The minister is here."

Nie Zhen broke out suddenly: "Since you claim to be talented, then come with me."

"As ordered."

"Fan Qin, step back and wait until Benzong and Song Chi have finished their discussions before entering the house."

"Zongshang..."

"Get out!"

"Yes."

Nie Zhen pushed Song Chi into a small compartment in his bedroom, and then closed the door.

"Zongshang, it's inappropriate for you to be so close to the minister."

Song Chi finally forgot all about the dream that night, Nie Zhen got closer and remembered it all at once.The beauty is like jade, and the air is like a rainbow, and her slender waist is only one turn away from him.

The room was cramped and narrow, and the door was closed again, and the breathing was mobilized, and it was difficult to calm down.

Song Chi felt that he still had a bit of a sage legacy.If it's another person, and after a night of clear dreams, you face the person in the dream, and when the atmosphere is just right, let alone wishful thinking, it is possible to directly overpower the king and return to the dream on the spot.

Nie Chen doesn't think so.

He only felt a little irritated by Song Chi's sudden hypocritical request, and sat aside.

"Do you know why this sect brought you here?"

Song Chi smiled and said: "My understanding of the art of war is not as good as Xiang Yan's, my fist and sword skills are not as good as Qianyue's, my medical practice is not as good as Huo Lan's, my trial is not as good as Tan Ming's, my recitation of laws and regulations is not as good as Cheng Cuo's, and my recitation of the classics is not as good as it is." Qi Fei, taking care of the house is not as good as Dong Cha, and it's even not as good as Shang Tongliang with reinforcements to move."

"It turns out that you still have some self-knowledge." Nie Zhen snorted coldly: "This sect also thinks that you are so smart that you can't find your way. You claim to be unparalleled in this huge national teacher's residence."

"Knowing one's own abilities and strengths is also a kind of wisdom."

"Heh, tell me, you smart man, why did I seek you?"

Song Chi didn't bother to get the feather fan that he had neglected for a while today, and when he spoke, he stared at Nie Zhen's eyes, looking sincere and humble.

"Although I'm not as good as others in so many ways, I still have a good skill, otherwise, my lord would have kicked me out a long time ago."

"Do not talk nonsense."

"The director of the minister lies in the integration of the advantages of all the ministers."

Nie Zhen sneered three times: "Your words have been heard by Qi Fei, aren't you afraid to laugh them off?"

Unknowingly, Song Chi was so close to him, his kind smile revealed a little warmth, and he became more and more similar to Bai Ming's image: "Master Qi is very good at seeing people, so he won't laugh at Song."

Nie Zhen: "Just now I praised you, but you became conceited again, who said Qi Fei can't laugh at you?" He made a secret note in his heart, he must tell Qi Fei not to repeat the words of praise in front of Song Chi.

Where does this person lack appreciation, it is obvious that there is too much appreciation, it overflows.

Song Chi chuckled a few times, but remained silent, and had no intention of debunking the little national teacher.

Nie Zhen frowned, raised his leg and stomped heavily on the opponent's shoe: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed at myself for not knowing what I could do, guessing wrongly about Mai-sama's thoughts."

Nie Zhen's "hum" sound fell: "I will settle accounts with you later, you should answer the previous question of this sect first."

Song Chi said slowly, "The two things Zong Shang is worried about are actually one thing."

Nie Zhen was startled, knowing that he could make a rough guess, but he didn't expect to guess both things, for a moment he forgot about the fight just now, raised his head and asked: "Which two things?"