After Marrying the Evil God

Chapter 89 friend

Chapter 89

Chen Meier stayed in the kitchen for half a month, smoky every day, wearing a coarse cloth apron, a pair of slender jade hands that had never touched the sun’s water with ten fingers became rough, and finally understood a truth.

If you want to grasp the man’s heart, you must first grasp the man’s stomach-this doesn’t work with Sima Fu.

Sima Fu can separate the heart and the stomach very well.

This seventeen-year-old kid knew how to eat, but didn’t understand love or love at all.

She has to change her strategy and can’t be a chef here all her life.

After hearing that Sima had tasted the dishes she cooked again, she stopped eating the meals made by Li Qingtang, and instead went to Weiyang Palace to listen to her playing the piano and sing songs and chant poems every day.

Chen Meier thinks this is not easy. In terms of poetry, there have been many great poets in the world where she lives. Just picking up those famous lines from the ages can surprise all the literati in the world. It is not a matter of seconds to kill the heroine.

There are no such poems in this world. She regarded her as her own work, so why can’t it attract the emperor’s attention.

With the help of the system, Chen Meier obtained the emperor’s night route.

It was night, she put on a set of the most fairy-like and best-looking clothes, and then turned on the “Fairy Down to Earth” halo given by the system, which lasted half an hour. With this halo, the original owner can only be regarded as a beautiful face immediately increased by ten grades, almost adding a fairy filter.

In the middle of the night, the wind was rustling, and the woman was sitting in the pavilion, dressed in white, with long hair loose, and her expression was sad. As long as she saw her, it was like seeing the moonlight fairy descending.

Chen Meier hugged her pipa and sang her words and songs sadly and sadly: “The chill is mournful, the night to the long pavilion, and the rain is first to rest. There is no way to drink at the gate, and the nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges…”

It is Liu Yong’s “Yulin Ling”.

This poem was originally melancholy, coupled with a bleak tune, and the singing voice like weeping, not believing that it could not provoke the emperor’s pity.

As long as the emperor is attracted, and with the bonus of the fairy halo, no man can escape.

Chen Meier sat in the cold wind and sang for a long time, and finally heard the prompt sound of the system in her mind.

[The son of luck is here. ]

Chen Meier suddenly played and sang harder, and the sadness in the song was sorrowful.

Calculating the time, should the emperor come to see her in the pavilion?

Unexpectedly, no one came over for a while, but the system said something again.

[The son of luck is gone again. ]

Chen Meier: “!!!”

Why did you leave! They haven’t seen it yet!

Wouldn’t her aura be used in vain?

Chen Meier was half-dead with anger, and was heartbroken for wasting a halo.

“Forget it, at such a close distance, he must have heard it.” Chen Meier comforted herself, “It’s just that I didn’t come to disturb me tonight, and she must have taken me seriously in secret.”

Weiyang Palace.

After Li Qingtang freshened up and was about to blow out the candles to sleep in, Sima Fu suddenly walked in and hurriedly walked in. His expression was very ugly, and he told the palace staff to withdraw.

Li Qingtang was puzzled: “Your Majesty–”

Sima Fu hugged her directly and whispered: “Tangtang, I’m so scared.”

Li Qingtang was taken aback.

She patted Sima Fu’s back comfortably, her voice softened: “What’s the matter, Your Majesty?”

Sima Fu emphasized: “You are not allowed to laugh at me.”

Li Qingtang just wanted to laugh a little, so he held back his smile and said, “Never laugh.”

“I just passed by the Crescent Moon Pavilion.” Sima Fuxin said with lingering fear, “I vaguely saw a woman in white clothes and long hair playing the pipa, singing a small song, panicking.”

“What song did she sing?” Li Qingtang asked curiously.

“I don’t know, I didn’t listen carefully. It’s just that the tone is too scary. It looks like a ghost crying.” Sima Fu shook his head. I cut my tongue and hanged myself in the Crescent Moon Pavilion. I was worried that the ghost of Lemei had just met, so I didn’t dare to look at it. Tomorrow I will call the mage into the palace to supersede her…”

Li Qingtang: “Puff——”

Sima Fu was unhappy and said, “I’m not allowed to laugh after I say it!”

“Sorry, my concubine can’t help it.” Li Qingtang coughed slightly, “I just didn’t expect your Majesty to be afraid of ghosts.”

“Don’t mention it to others,” Sima Fu solemnly warned, “I am the emperor, and there must be no weaknesses.”

Li Qingtang blinked: “Then why did your majesty let your concubine know your weakness?”

Sima Fu turned his head away, and the boy blushed rarely: “Tangtang is not someone else.”

He never said one thing. Four years ago, he was the prince, and Cheng Rili was taught the rules by the Tai Fu. It was when the young rebelliousness was most annoying to the rules of the palace. At the palace banquet, a bunch of daughters also followed the rules, and the meals were gentle and elegant, and they never took one more bite. They were interesting but boring.

Only Li Qingtang, who was twelve years old, was a clear stream, devoted himself to the study of palace dishes, eating so much that he had a round belly, and his Royal Highness couldn’t help being amused. After the banquet was over, he quietly walked to her and praised how cute she was.

The little girl smiled charmingly, and then went out of the palace with her family, becoming a white moonlight in the prince’s heart.

That was the only living person he had seen among the lifeless puppets when he grew up so much.

Later, Sima took the throne when he was young, concentrated on the court, and gradually stopped thinking about these turmoil. After learning that Li Qingtang turned out to be one of the six show girls, he took her heart. In the past few years, the little girl still loves to eat and cooks good dishes. Therefore, when Sima Fu learned of Chen Meier’s superb cooking skills, the first thing he thought of was Tangtang’s good fortune. Most of the dishes cooked by Chen Meier during this period were sent to Weiyang Palace to Li Qingtang.

He didn’t know anything when he was young, and Sima Fu didn’t know if he liked it or not. The emperor’s family never had true feelings, and he didn’t have a reference. I just want to be nice to her, I want to give her everything she likes.

If this is like, then he just likes her.

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Qi Baicha and Qi Ye traveled all the way, from outside the Great Wall to the border, and then from the border to the south of the Yangtze River.

In ancient times, carriages and horses were very slow, and it took at least a few months to get to the capital. Although it is actually a teleportation distance, there is a mortal companion beside him, so the scenery along the way is naturally to be watched slowly.

Qi Ye is not in a hurry, anyway, as long as he doesn’t make a move that is contrary to the known plot, history will most likely not change. It’s more interesting to travel with Chacha at the moment.

In the future two thousand five hundred years later, he and Chacha once traveled around the world-the two antonyms of future and once seem strange together. What is even more strange is that this sentence is completely in line with the facts.

At that time, they took high-speed rail planes, took hot air balloons and submarines, climbed Everest, went to the equator, saw the aurora, and experienced wonderful things that normal people could not experience in a lifetime.

And now, they are experiencing another kind of excitement. In the ancient times when the carriage was very slow, I went to see the lonely smoke in the desert, the willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the peony in Luoyang, and the prosperity of Changan.

God’s life is so long, and the Lord God controls the power of time and space, and shuttles between the past and the future.

He has endless time to love his Snow God.

The closer you are to the capital, the more prosperous the place and the greater the population. Qi Ye is okay. Although his appearance is handsome, he is still in the human category. Qi Baicha is different, except that he has black hair and black eyes, and his age is slightly older than his body. He is exactly the same as a god, and he turns his head on the street.

If Qibaicha itself is a 17-year-old boy, and the modern version is a 27-year-old boy, the ancient version of tea and tea is somewhere between the young and the young, when it was about 19 years old when it was flourishing. White clothes and black hair, alluring country color. His feet were covered with double brocade shoes, and all the silver ornaments were removed, but his clothes were still the gorgeous heavenly robe given to him by heaven when he was born. Walking on the road, he looked like a real god.

When they passed a small village, the villagers even knelt down on the spot, calling the gods down.

Qi Ye politely asked, “Qinghuan, do you want to change clothes?” This body is too eye-catching.

The emperor in the palace couldn’t wear such good materials.

Qi Baicha said: “No change.”

“Isn’t it dirty to wear it all the time?” Qi Ye asked.

Of course he knew that God’s clothes would not be dirty, but from the perspective of a mortal, he still had to ask. And Qi Ye is really curious, Cha Cha is not a sassy temper, he knows how to put on mortal shoes, change to mortal hair color and eyes, why he refuses to change clothes.

Qi Baicha only said: “It’s not dirty.”

After a pause, he whispered again: “I like this dress, it was given by my savior.”

Qi Ye burst into laughter.

Cha Cha is lying again. This clothes is clearly a gift from heaven, and it is there at birth, so there is no life-saver… wait a moment.

Qi Ye looked startled.

He suddenly remembered that when he was on the shuttle last time, he healed Chacha’s injuries and repaired the broken clothes by the way.

Even if the clothes of the gods are damaged, they can be transformed into the same one, but it is not the original one anymore. On a whim, he also added some snowflake patterns to Cha Cha clothes.

It is for this reason…so that Cha Cha still refuses to change clothes.

Qi Ye’s eyes faded, and then he remembered the time when he lost his memory. He tore a lot of Chacha clothes. Chacha was the first time he was most angry.

It turned out to be because… he tore Chacha’s favorite clothes…

And the reason Chacha likes this dress is because he left the pattern on it…

What a thing this is.

Qi Ye chuckled low, meaning unknown: “Apart from me, do you have a savior?”

Which time did I save you?

Past, present, Future.

It’s me every time.

Qi Baicha only thought that his life-saving grace was the time when three bandits were killed, and he said: “Of course there is, that was a long time ago.”

“I am also your savior.” Qi Ye began to be unreasonable. “You dress so nicely that will make the gangsters bad-hearted, so how tired I can protect you. In order to reduce my workload, you still change your clothes obediently. “Every time so many scorching eyes stare at Qi Baicha, Qi Ye really wants to kill.

Qi Baicha stared at him: “Aren’t you my friend?” How come you call yourself a savior again.

Qi Ye: “…” Chacha recognized his friend, which was pretty good.

Qi Baicha said earnestly: “Moreover, when I change my clothes, many people will look at me. I make the gangsters feel bad, not because my clothes are good-looking, but because I was born good-looking.”

Qi Ye: “…” Can’t refute it, Cha Cha is right.

“But.” Qi Baicha thought for a while, then said, “I just listen to you.”

Qi Ye raised his eyebrows: “So obedient?”

“It’s just a change of clothes.” Qi Baichayun was light and breezy for a long while, and then reluctantly added, “I can’t just go my own way and make my friends unhappy.”

What Brother Qi said makes sense, he is not walking alone now, he always has to consider the ideas of his companions, so as not to cause trouble to the other party.

The first lesson of the Xueshen Joining the Society is the way of getting along with people.

He still doesn’t know it now, but it was his former benefactor who taught him this.

Confidant at the moment.

Mr. Future.