Internship Stove Lord

Li Yuanqin moved, and the emperor couldn't stand the dilapidated home of Xinke champion, so he granted him a mansion.

Zhang Qinglan happily moved there.

I was very happy in my heart, and even felt dizzy as if I had been drunk.

300 years! 300 years!I finally made it through!Whoooo!Zhang Qinglan clenched her fists and cried bitterly, this time it was tears of joy!

Now that this person has been admitted to the number one scholar, he naturally has a wife to take care of the family business, so he doesn't have to forget such important events as welcoming and sending off the Stove Lord.

It's really God's pity, and when I return to heaven to report on my work, I won't be so tattered and empty-handed again.

Zhang Qinglan persuaded herself not to cry anymore, it was a good thing, so she let out a sigh of relief with tears in the corners of her eyes, tidied up her appearance and prepared to happily move into the new house, and finally lived up to his hard work, in the future, he will be Zhang Qinglan's good friend It's time!

After arriving at the new home, Zhang Qinglan's smile froze on his face.

Although this place was indeed much better, there was no one else there except Li Yuanqin.

Zhang Qinglan just grinned for half an hour, her face froze, and then she couldn't change her facial expression because she was too shocked, and the corners of her mouth even started to twitch.

Because Li Yuanqin, a big fool, declined the emperor's kindness in the name of not being able to bear extravagance. Although he moved into a new house, this mansion is nothing more than a single person.

Zhang Qinglan wanted to cry but had no tears, she wished she could strangle this stupid scholar to death.If that's the case, he is a kitchen god, so why bother turning into a mortal to work for him day and night!

This man was reading at night again, and Zhang Qinglan was so angry that she didn't know what to do. She paced up and down beside him, scolded him with her hips on her hips, and vented her inner anger: "Scholar Li, what's the matter with you? Did it take much effort to make you the number one scholar? I thought life would be easier from now on, but in the end you are willing to live such a hard life! Who will give me offerings in the future? Who will send me to welcome me on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year?"

The more he talked, the more aggrieved he was, and he squatted on Li Yuanqin's table and began to cry, "You are really a good person. For 300 years, I have been conscientiously accompanying you through hard times, and I understand that you have a bad life. I don't have time to take care of me, it's fine if I don't think well. But now I finally carried you to become the number one scholar with a bag of rice and a bag of salt, and you still treat me like this, I'm dead... ..”

Li Yuanqin looked at the page in front of him for a long time, as if he had encountered some trouble, he frowned slightly, unable to read smoothly.

Zhang Qinglan's accusation was still going on. He squatted on the table and stared at Li Yuanqin with red eyes. The fairy is also a shabby fairy. The clothes are full of patches, and these patches can be removed to sew two more clothes! Everyone laughs that I am not the stove king, but the leader of the beggar gang! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow "

"There are red bean dumplings, sesame candies, and white rice cakes. The colleagues who went to heaven with me don't like to eat them. Maybe they feel like throwing up when they smell the smell, but I haven't even tasted it. Do you think I'm miserable!" The more Zhang Qinglan talked, the more she felt that her miserable life was truly outraged by humans and gods, so she cried even louder, relying on the fact that no one could hear her, she simply sat down on the table and wailed loudly.

"I just want to be an ordinary Stove Lord, why is it so difficult? Huh, huh, huh! It's fine if I can't enjoy offerings, but why do I have to turn into a mortal to do coolies to support you, you idiot, I'm so mad Yes! I have been busy for hundreds of years not to make your life better, don’t be so miserable anymore, have your own home, live a good life, don’t be separated from your wife and children, and die alone, and live a more prosperous and lively life , so that I can also enjoy the happiness, why is it so difficult?"

Zhang Qinglan was crying and tired, her face was mixed with snot and tears, it was very ugly, but fortunately no one saw it, so she just let it sloppy.

He looked at this nerd who only knew how to read with red eyes, and said in a deep nasal voice angrily: "Anyway, no matter how much I say, it won't help the cow to play the piano. Although the cow doesn't understand, it can still hear the piano. You can't even hear my voice." Can't hear."

After speaking, the fairy raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears with no manners, and sobbed a few times.Looking up at the man's cheek illuminated by the candlelight, the shadow of the book looked particularly handsome and beautiful. Zhang Qinglan was probably crying out of his mind, and reached out to pinch his left cheek in a strange way.

Li Yuanqin stared at the book in his hand expressionlessly, and the flesh on one side of his face was pinched by Zhang Qinglan, looking very weird and funny.

Zhang Qinglan said flatly, "It turns out that you can't feel it even if I pinch you. It's so boring."

Tired of crying, and having complained about the hardships that should be complained, the fairy nestled beside Li Yuanqin heartlessly and fell asleep.

It was late at night, and Li Yuanqin was still lighting up the lamp to read at night.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of crackling lights and Zhang Qinglan's gasping for sleep was still very clear.

Probably an insect bit Li Yuanqin's face at night, he raised one hand and touched the left side of his cheek with a very strange expression.

The next day, Zhang Qinglan, who made up her mind to let the miners sleep in, woke up with walnut eyes after a long day. After all, she felt guilty. She was an intern god, and she dared to miss work. Is it too inflated?So I planned to pay attention to Xianrong, freshen up and tidy up, but felt something was wrong while walking.

Zhang Qinglan stopped, unable to turn her head.Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and was dumbfounded. He raised his sleeves and looked at it, and then lifted his outer shirt to look at it.

New new new new new clothes! ! !

He changed clothes? ?Does he have new clothes? ? ?

It stands to reason that every year when the Kitchen God is welcomed home, the portrait of the Kitchen God has to be reposted. For the Kitchen God, this is changing clothes and tidying up his appearance. It's just that Zhang Qinglan has never felt such treatment in hundreds of years.

He was ecstatic at first, jumping and turning in circles, and then stopped when he felt something was wrong.

Eh, what's going on?

Could it be that Li Shusheng could hear himself speaking?

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence that I just finished crying yesterday, but today it happens?

Once having such an idea, Zhang Qinglan felt extremely frightening, could a mortal actually hear himself speak? ? ?

He didn't have time to admire his new clothes, so he flew away, ready to find Li Yuanqin.

Before flying far at the start, I saw a lot of people coming from the Zhuangyuan Mansion, and many people in the mansion were busy.

Zhang Qinglan felt strange, what is this doing?Then he finally found Li Yuanqin in the crowd. He was greeting an old man with a white beard. Zhang Qinglan hurriedly approached and heard the old man with the white beard say: "Congratulations to Mr. Li, the new champion, and the royal concubine, it is really gratifying to congratulate." What a blessing!"

Li Yuanqin smiled slightly, and said politely: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, please drink tea."

Consort?

Zhang Qinglan froze for a moment when he heard this word, it was the person who wanted to marry the emperor's daughter.

who?Li Shusheng?

Then people who came to congratulate him poured in one after another, congratulating Li Yuanqin on his double happiness.

Zhang Qinglan staggered away from the surging crowd, her head was in a mess and she couldn't figure out her thoughts.

Li Shusheng, he...was ordered by the emperor to be his son-in-law?

It's great, finally I don't have to live through that kind of hard life anymore, finally, I finally got through it......

Isn't that what he wanted?

He came to the kitchen and planned to squat on the stove, only to find that the kitchen had a new look. Many people were busy in the kitchen, presumably to entertain guests.The place where the Stove God is worshipped was clean and beautiful. The newly posted portrait of the Stove God was the same as his new clothes, and there were many fresh offerings under it. Zhang Qinglan understood that it was because of this that he changed into new clothes.

Zhang Qinglan couldn't laugh at what he had been looking forward to for three hundred years, but now that it had come true, he didn't know why.

Isn't this his dream all along?

How nice, now, both of them... got what they wanted...

Zhang Qinglan's heart was stuffy, she didn't know what was wrong, she felt as if someone had punched her in the heart, and it hurt faintly.

He reached out and rubbed his chest, and tilted his head, this is... what's wrong?

No matter what Zhang Qinglan thought, the days passed day by day, and there were more and more people in the mansion, busy and lively.There was an endless stream of guests coming and going, and everyone wanted to tighten their relationship with this new champion and future son-in-law who was deeply loved by the emperor. It was never wrong to make friends in the officialdom.

Zhang Qinglan no longer lacked offerings, and Li Yuanqin didn't have to worry about it anymore. Zhang Qinglan didn't have to go out to carry rice to earn money to buy meat for him, and she didn't have to whine in the scholar's ear every night, lamenting the injustice of fate.

Zhang Qinglan suffered from insomnia. He no longer squatted in Li Yuanqin's study and bedroom. After all, there might soon be a mistress there, and he didn't want to ask for trouble.

What are you asking for?Naturally...

Zhang Qinglan couldn't speak again.

Isn't it okay that he doesn't like to get in the eyes of the future mistress?

But this princess is just a mortal, how can she see him?

But he felt in a trance that this princess had taken his place.

From now on, he can no longer lie on Li Yuanqin's desk and fall asleep listening to his reading.He could no longer complain that Li Shusheng didn't know how to enshrine himself.

He didn't like to see him and the princess together.

That's fine too, to be a dutiful Stove Lord and pass the internship smoothly, isn't that what he hopes most?

He lowered his head to look at the new clothes he had been looking forward to for hundreds of years, but at this moment he felt very glaring, so glaring that his eyes ached and sore, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.

In the kitchen, the praying oil lamp was lit on the desk of the Stove Lord, and a spark exploded, waking up the night.

A small and soft voice trembled and said to himself: "Scholar Li, I don't want new clothes anymore, okay..."

The long night is deep, no one cares.

He has been on duty in the world for 300 years since he became a fairy, and he never felt for a moment that the night was long, dark, and eerily quiet.

He hugged himself tightly, feeling really wronged.