Crazy concubine is hard to tame: mistakenly provoked the cold and charming black king

Chapter 1390 Misunderstanding (Qing Xian 4)

Fan Qingxian felt that his blood was surging.

But the person who easily provoked his anger didn't know it, and pushed the barbecue towards him.

"Would you like to try it? Although my craftsmanship is not good, I used your Yuntai Tianchi's drunken wine to marinate, and it can still be served."

"Where did the drunken wine come from?"

Xiaoxue Duanzi's eyes were a little red.

Drunken Immortal Brew is the wine brewed by Master himself, even if the head of the ancient family visits, he cannot drink it.

Only the close friends of Master have the honor to taste it.

Mo Fenglin grinned, "Don't worry about it."

The wine was left to him by the little uncle before he left Yuntai Tianchi.

The process of reshaping meridians is too painful.

Zi Mu couldn't stand it anymore.

The drunken fairy wine was kept, just to let him get himself drunk when he couldn't stand it, so as not to suffer torture.

It's just that this stubborn child has never used it once, except for spilling some on the barbecue.

However, a certain Xuetuanzi who revered Master as a god immediately misunderstood and became furious.

"You stole my master's wine?"

A little beauty who was rarely willing to give something away suddenly became angry.

When he was in Tianyan Holy City, even if he didn't do anything.

If something is lost, there will always be someone pointing at the back.

After all, he was just an illegitimate son picked up by the city lord from outside.

He is a person who has never seen the world and is not on the stage.

It's normal to have dirty hands and feet, right?
What's more, this kind of derogation can just win the favor of the mistress who doesn't like him.

Seeing that pair of star-like beautiful pupils suddenly turn cold, the snow-clothed boy who blurted out felt inexplicably palpitated.

These eyes are too cold.

As if this is his real side.

All the laughing, cursing, and cynicism are just the appearance of wanting to look normal.

Only indifference, defensiveness and mistrust are the real him.

The boy in purple wanted to get angry, and even wanted to beat up this person who didn't believe him.

However, when he turned his gaze, it happened to be on the piano he was holding in his hand.

How long has he soaked in Tianchi in the past six months.

Fan Qingxian played the piano on the snow rock for a long time.

Even if it was his master's order.

There was no trace of displeasure or embarrassment on his face.

Even, every time he was exhausted and couldn't get up.

Either use the wind blade to force him to go ashore so as not to be affected by the Tianchi water, or play a song of pure heart and concentration to help him relieve the pain on his body.

He could have left as soon as he finished playing, but every time he waited for himself to leave Tianchi before leaving.

Mo Fenglin's cold expression changed again and again, and finally he sneered, threw all the barbecued meat on the snow with a flick of his sleeve, and left proudly.

The hand under the snow sleeve was tightly curled into a fist, and then slowly let go.

Just for a moment, Fan Qingxian was aroused by the killing intent, and was really ready for a big fight.

This guy actually just left?
Seeing his deliberately straight back, cold as a sword, and lonely as a peak, Xue Tuan, who was standing blankly at the door, suddenly felt regretful.

"Little brother, why did you come to the wine cellar? The master said that before we grow up, we can only drink stuffed fruit."

Zi Kang, the third disciple who guards the wine cellar for Emperor Yunchi, is the most inconspicuous among all the brothers and sisters.

Even, many people don't know the existence of this disciple, nor do they know how much he has cultivated.

However, he is the most popular person in Yuntai Tianchi.

Because, this is a culinary madman!
In Emperor Yunchi's admirable piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, wine and tea, there has never been a cooking skill.

However, this disciple he brought back from the war-torn Western Regions, perhaps the shadow left by the days of starvation in his childhood was too heavy, so his heart was devoted to cooking.

It is not a rumor that Emperor Yunchi, who is admired by the world, can do whatever he wants.

Regarding this hobby of his disciples, he did not object to it. On the contrary, when he was out walking, he would bring back any interesting recipes, wine recipes and tea recipes.

Zikang not only cooks well.

He is also a master of brewing wine and tea.

More than half of the fine wines and teas in Yuntai Tianchi are actually made by him.

Of course, Emperor Lian Yunchi's wine cellar was also taken care of by him personally.

"Recently, there are too many people on the mountain. Let me see if there is any shortage of Master's Drunken Immortal Wine, so as not to be insufficient for the upcoming Saha Flower Conference."

Fan Qingxian drooped his eyes, serious and authentic.

"Since when did my junior brother care about these things?"

Zikang was a little amused, looking at Xue Tuanzi's pretty expressionless face, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.

There are actually only four direct disciples of Emperor Yunchi.

The elder brother Yunxi has impeccable etiquette, demeanor, cultivation and technique, which can be called the facade of Yuntai Tianchi.

Although the third son, Kang, is not doing his job properly, his talent is outside the box, and he is also a first-class genius.

In fact, there is another person who dislikes cultivation the most, and that is the second disciple Lu Ying.

Lu Ying's advanced cultivation can be called a snail crawl!But he inherited the medical skills of Emperor Yunchi.

Although he seldom leaves Yuntai Tianchi like his third junior brother, there are quite a few people who come here to seek medical treatment.

And the relationship between these four senior brothers is actually not as weak as others see.

It's just that they both have so many things to do individually that they rarely get together.

And Fan Qingxian, a little guy who looks extremely cold to others, is just a soft and cute bun in front of his senior brothers.

A certain steamed stuffed bun blinked, and stared at the third senior brother's hand with some resentment.

But I saw my senior brother mysteriously say, "Don't say that I have to count the drunken wine every day. Who can open the formation here except Shizun, me, and senior brother?"

"but."

Xu Shi lived in the market for a long time when he was young, and Zikang was the most dishonest one on Yuntai Tianchi.

He stared at his junior brother thoughtfully, bending his eyes.

"Ahem, in fact, if you are greedy, little brother, I can give you half a spoonful to taste. However, the next time I try a new dish, come over and play the piano next to me. I heard that the rhythm can affect the taste of the dish."

A certain little fellow walked out expressionlessly without waiting for his senior brother to finish speaking.

Halfway there, he turned back suddenly, picked a box from the tea storage cabinet next door, and left with his little hands behind his back.

Zikang stared dumbfounded at his little junior brother, and jumped up and down for a while.

"Hey, what you are taking is the saha flower tea that I just made! I haven't had time to show Master to taste it yet!"

No matter how he hopped, the little guy had gone far in an instant.

Mingming is the youngest, but his strength is far beyond his cultivation.

This kind of proper violent madness made a certain senior envious and jealous.

Then in a blink of an eye, he continued to develop new tea with great grief.

Cultivation or something, how can it be as interesting as cooking tea, brewing wine and cooking?
Fan Qingxian stood fixedly in front of the house next door to her.

No wonder the other party is angry.

How could he casually slander the other party for stealing wine?
What is the difference between this kind of behavior and those children of the family who gossip behind their backs?
A simple snow dumpling regretted it.

However, I raised my hand several times and dropped it several times, but I was still embarrassed to knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)