205 to relieve worries

She took a long breath and looked back at the crowd: "It's time to work!"

"What?"

Everyone looked at each other. Is the shopkeeper crazy with joy? Don't be in a hurry to prepare New Year's food for Wang Shang, but want them to go home? You know, this is a good time for Tianxiang Tower to revive its strength. Imagine that in the 180 years since the founding of Wuya, it is still the first time that people from the palace have personally ordered restaurants to present delicious food. For a moment, they only felt that they were covered with a layer of gold and full of brilliance.

Luo Wener smiled and said, "It's only the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and it's a small year..."

At this point, I suddenly remembered that she was still in Yucheng. At the invitation of Doudou, she told the children a story about Santa Claus, which caused a big disaster.

That night, there was light snow floating in the sky. It was Qian Yuyi who led the soldiers to look for her from door to door before they "caught" her back.

It's been a year...

In retrosultation, it was like a different world.

"The shopkeeper..." Zhao Yi looked at her worriedly.

She withdrew her thoughts and her voice was a little hoarse, but soon turned to happiness: "There are still a few days before New Year's Eve. We can't wrap a pile out and put it there first, and then eat frozen dumplings for Wang Shang, right? So let's go back to work first and wait until the day before New Year's Eve! And I also want to take advantage of these two days to think about it and try to make a few unique noodles. You should know whether Tianxiang Tower can rise again, that's it!"

Everyone suddenly became excited and said goodbye to her and went with her.

Luo Wen'er waited for them to leave and told Zhang's mother and others to leave the restaurant.

After removing the litch, the cold wind suddenly pushed the door open, wrapped in a little coolness, and fell on his face and on his hair.

raised his head, but saw countless flying catkins falling from the sky.

First a piece, then a cluster, and then a mass...

It snowed for three days and finally fell...

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Hu Lun watched Luo Wener walk into the door. His eyebrows were full of joy, and his mouth was trying to hold up seriously, but there was a slight smile and he couldn't stop it from flowing out.

He looked at the master...

Qian Yumo is fiddling with the jade flute in his hand as if nothing had happened.

He curled his lips. Luo Wener only said once that he should not be handsome with a fan in the winter, and the master changed to playing with the flute.

Luo Wen'er's words are really good. I don't know if the person who is not interested in listening is interested. This flute has been in the hands of the master for so many days, and I haven't seen anyone praise me. What's the matter?

"Eh, why are you here?" Luo Wener's eyes lit up and immediately jumped over: "I thought you were going to spend the Spring Festival in the house, but I didn't want to..."

His eyes bent and his smile were touching: "Have you also heard that Wang Shang sent someone to Tianxiang Tower?"

Hu Lun looked at the sky... It's true that he "heard" it, earlier than you heard about it.

Of course, Luo Wener didn't know the mystery. When she heard the good news, the first person she wanted to tell was Mo Xi, but it happened that he came.

She pulled the chair and sat down, extremely excited: "How do you think Wang Shang knows Tianxiang Tower? I just know Tianxianglou, and I don't know if he has heard about what happened some time ago, if..."

suddenly frowned and looked serious, but quickly nodded: "If he knew all this, but he was still willing to eat the things of Tianxiang Tower and let us bring food into the palace on New Year's Eve and have fun with the concubines and ministers, then he is really a good person. "Good monarch!"

"I remember some time ago, it seemed that someone said that today Wang Shang was an idle and unindustrable guy, and he looked full of righteous indignation and wanted to get rid of it quickly. Who is this person? Lao Wu, do you remember?

The tone was slow, as if asking Hu Lun, but the afterglow of the phoenix eyes swept Luo Wen'er.

Luo Wen'er was a little embarrassed: "I didn't hear about it, didn't I? Besides, no one is perfect, although in some aspects, his performance is indeed unsatisfactory, such as extravagance and waste, such as flashy and extravagance. But during this period, I have read and listened to it a lot. The guests said that the wealth of the boundless people is unmatched by other vassal states and even heavenly dynasties, but the prices are the lowest. This year is especially good, and the rice is only five cents a bucket. If it hadn't been for his good governance, where did these praises come from? How to determine whether a country is strong? How to determine whether a monarch is wise and popular depends on whether the people can live a good life or not?

Hu Lun saw that the master nodded repeatedly, and the corners of his lips could not be hidden. He couldn't help but be proud and thought to himself, if you tell you all the things the master has done, why don't you worship the master?

He was thinking about how to penetrate Luo Wener, but somehow, he saw that the master suddenly frowned again, and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and even his face was a little dark.

What's wrong with the master? Luo Wener has been praising him. You know, it is not easy to get a good word from this girl.

However, Luo Wen'er said happily, "The king is really a rare good man. I don't know if he will be lucky enough to see the holy face when he enters the palace this time..."

In fact, she wants to find an opportunity to find out what secret mission the Lord of Wuya sent Qian Yuyi to perform and when she will return?

Then Hu Lun saw that the master was trying to make a pleasant appearance, but refused to look at Luo Wener and only stared at the flute in his hand: "Do you want to see him so much? Is it... interested in him?"

The master is finally going to ** his heart!

But it doesn't look like this. The master is pinching the jade flute tightly, and the edge of the nail has turned white.

Oh, the master is going to get angry!

But why?

He thought about it and looked at the corners of his master's lips...

He almost patted his head... The master was jealous!

But the master, the boundless king is you, and isn't Mr. Mo Xi from the rich side also you? Are you jealous of yourself?

Luo Wener had a happy event today and was not in the mood to argue with him. She just stared at him: "Are you still serious? It's easy to have an opportunity to exhale and raise your eyebrows. It's good for you to say that you are happy. On this New Year's Eve, you ran out of your home in the wind and snow. Is it possible that you are here to anger me?

Hu Lun stabbed the master in the back. Qianyu Mofang adjusted his face and raised his head, revealing his usual leisurely color: "I heard that someone pestered the boss of Yuqiongfang a few days ago and ground a hundred-year-old blue-tailed wine. But as far as I know, someone never drinks, so in order to prevent her from being violent, I came to help her relieve her worries..."

In fact, this wine was originally prepared for him by Luo Wen'er. Yesterday, when she left Yuqiongfang, the owner of the winery was still pounding her chest and staggering, regretting that she was so fast for a while, she lost the treasure at the bottom of the box.

She suppressed her smile and tried to make a serious expression: "My century-old wine is not for free!"

With that, he flashed into the gold-patterned brocade curtain.

Hu Lun whispered, "Master, in fact, she still has you in her heart..."

Qian Yumo glanced at him with cold eyes.

He immediately silenced and touched his nose... Did he just say something wrong?

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After a cup of tea, Hu Lun looked at the sky, and Qian Yumo stared at the jade flute in his hand.

A quarter of an hour later, Qian Yumo stared at the woven gold-patterned brocade curtain, and Hu Lun stared at the master.

After a time of incense, both the master and servant stared at the curtain. Qian Yumo looked cold, and Hu Lun's eyes were bright. He just wanted to spit out two bunches of fire and burn the curtain.

Luo Wen'er, what are you doing? Do you know how difficult it is for the master to come out today? I just want to see you and see how happy you look... The master has made such a will to make you happy! And he is worried that you will feel lonely on New Year's Day. Well, after saying a few words, you hang the master here and slip away by yourself. Do you think it's right? He also said that "hundred-year-old wine can't be drunk for free". Is the master coveting this jar of wine?

The more Hu Lun thinks about it, the more angry he becomes. The key is that the room is too quiet, and the master is too quiet, which makes him have a strong uneasiness. You know, the more angry the master is, the quieter he will be. Now, the master is so quiet that he can't seem to breathe.

No, he has to help the master get this fire out!

He immediately rolled his arms and rolled his sleeves and made a fierce look: "Master, wait, I'll pull her out!"

Before Qianyu ink stopped him, he saw the gold-patterned brocade curtain lifted. Luo Wener came out with a large tray on top of which were several plates, all steaming, and there was a lotus porcelain wine pot standing in the middle, and she could smell the seductive smell far away.

It's really a hundred years old, and the aroma is amazing!

Hu Lun's expression changed so fast that he was a stunt. He immediately smiled and bent his eyes, as if he was very disgruntled because he saw Luo Wener so hard.

He also did it seriously.

hurriedly rushed forward and took the red paint tray: "Oh, Miss Luo, you have worked hard all day. How can I keep you busy?"

However, don't forget to take a deep breath... It smells good.

Look at the four dishes above, although it is not as exquisite as the imperial chef, it has an extremely warm and soft taste.

He straightened his neck again and pretended to rush into the curtain and shouted, "I really don't have eyesight, and I don't know what those little ones are busy with..."

"It's so late. I went to bed early."

Luo Wener put the wine and dishes in front of Qian Yumo one by one: "I didn't expect you to come today, and only a few dishes will be served, and you have been waiting for so long..."

Hu Lun looked at the master's face, and at this moment, it was as if the candlelight had folded the water wave shaking on it, which was extremely soft.

"You've been busy all day. Come on, sit down and eat together." Qian Yumo personally moved the chair and let her sit next to him.

"Come on, drink some wine to warm up first."

He held a wine jug and made a glass of wine for him.

The wine is clear, reflecting the light smile on her lips. If she doesn't drink, she is already intoxicating.

Qian Yumo looked at her, unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips, turned his eyes, and only stared at the lotus wine glass.

When she put the wine pot, he picked it up and wanted to serve wine for her.