"The law is wrong... we shouldn't be so obsessed with the emperor!"

The emperor didn't expect that Taifu Qi suddenly said this.

Although the soil is a bit rusty and has a greasy idea, I can't resist what my sweetheart said to you. Even if the emperor knows that this is Taifu Qi's smooth tongue, his heart is still like a smear of honey. Maybe this is just one who wants to fight and the other who wants to be beaten?

The emperor's lips couldn't hold back, and he looked at Qi Lu's expression and softened slightly, saying, "Forget it, let's forget it today. The Taifu's injury has not been cured yet. I don't let you go to the kitchen in Zheng Palace. Have you run outside the palace? See if you dare to go next time?"

Qi Lu suddenly became a little confused when he listened to the emperor's "education". He was really a big change. He was obviously the Grand Tutor and he was only older. I don't know when the emperor's tone became so old? Thinking back then, the emperor was also a cute little girl with a slutty...

Alas, it's better not to mention it.

A feeling of sadness suddenly arose in Qi Lu's heart and sighed deeply, but he said with great "belief" face: "Yes, what the emperor taught me is that Lu wrote down."

The emperor saw Qi Lu so well-behaved, but he knew Qi Lu's character a little bit, and was afraid that he was well-behaved in his face and felt like he was "thorny" in his heart.

The emperor said, "If it's too late today, let's have a meal first."

"Set up the meal?" Qi Lu looked at the emperor with a confused look on his face and blurted out: "Have the emperor not eaten yet?"

After he said this, the emperor's face became gloomy again because of Qi Lu's smooth mouth and his tongue. He poked Qi Lu with a look of unfaithful man's eyes.

Qi Lu: "..."

It's dark now, Qi Lu has been wandering outside for a day. Of course, he had used dinner. He thought the emperor had eaten it too. After all, it was so late, but he didn't know...

The emperor said in a "silent test": "I am waiting for the Grand Tutor to have a meal."

Qi Lu: "..." But the tutor really couldn't eat it anymore.

Qi Lu felt that he was a "scumbag". He was first slick to the emperor, and then let him down. Thinking of this, Qi Lu felt quite guilty and surged.

Qi Lu coughed and said dryly, "God, you haven't finished your meal so late..."

Ji Lin said lightly: "Well, in order to wait for someone who was injured, he ran out of the wild."

Qi Lu's eyelids twitched wildly and said, "It's so late, the emperor should have a meal quickly. Lu ordered the palace maid to Bu Shan. If this is the case, Lu will be fine now. Go to the kitchen to make some dessert for the emperor after meals. How about it?"

Although Ji Lin was very angry, he was a little helpless. He quickly stopped Qi Lu and said, "The Grand Tutor is not busy. If you are injured, you should take care of it."

Qi Lu said: "Lu is really fine. He can run or jump, jump around, and just make a dessert, it's not a problem. After the emperor used dinner, Lu came back."

In order to make up for the fault of his scumbag, Qi Lu was extremely attentive and asked the emperor to have a meal, but he went to the kitchen.

At this moment, the kitchen was busy with the conversation. Because the emperor and Zheng Bosheng did not have the habit of using midnight snacks, the kitchen made dinner. Even if the work today was done today, there were naturally no extra ingredients in the kitchen.

Qi Lu entered the kitchen and browsed it roughly. It was impossible to cook the emperor with a braised and boiled fire. There was no large intestine, and it took time to make the old soup. When Qi Lu finished cooking the braised and boiled fire, he was afraid that the emperor might not be able to eat it after midnight, so he could only give it to the little local dog...

Moreover, the emperor had dinner, so Qi Lu planned to make some sweet food, cook desserts for the emperor, and eat some sweet things, and feel good.

Qi Lu thought about it and immediately brought some bitter vegetables, that is, the tea leaves from these days, then put them in water and boiled them, and then cooked some tea. He then made milk and made milk tea.

Qi Lu has made this drink before. Nowadays, bitter vegetables are used to make dishes, so they don’t make much tea, and "cultural people" don’t drink milk. These two things are really fresh when they are "mixed" together. As long as they have drunk the milk tea made by Qi Lu, there is nothing that is not good to drink.

However, today Qi Lu does not just make a milk tea, but wants to make... milk tea fruit.

There were some fruits in the kitchen, which looked very fresh, such as big grapes, purple steaks, pears, etc. Because Qi Lu had always made fruit pies before, the kitchen specially prepared fruits.

Qi Lu took the fruit, cut it into small dices, peeled the grapes, and removed the cores. He put all the rich fruits into the small beans. He then threw a few pieces of ice into the milk tea, and after the milk tea became cold, he poured it into the small beans containing the fruit.

The silky milk tea and colorful fruits are floating and floating. At first glance, you can only feel colorful. It is so beautiful. It is very pleasing to the eyes and can also stimulate the taste buds.

Qi Lu made simple and cheap milk tea and fruit fish, and took the exquisite bronze beans and went to his house.

When Qi Lu returned, the emperor happened to use dinner. Qi Lu smiled and put Xiaodou on the table. The emperor said strangely: "Tao Fu, is this... milk tea? I have drunk this drink before, why should I use Xiaodou?"

Drinks are usually served in a cup of Yushang, while beans are used to serve food or soup. It is a bit inappropriate to serve drinks.

Qi Lu said: "The emperor was only half right. This is indeed milk tea, but it is different."

The emperor was suspicious. After a closer look, it seemed that something was "buried" in the milk tea, so he picked up the equipped dagger and scooped the milk tea. Sure enough, there was something inside. With a slight scoop, the purple wild grapes were plated with a layer of soft light by the milk tea.

It’s true that the emperor doesn’t like to eat fruits on weekdays, but after eating the fruit pie made by Qi Lu a few days ago, I fell in love with the way of eating fruit pie. Now I have seen fresh milk tea fruit salvaged, and I just find it very interesting.

The emperor put the little dagger on his lips and tasted it. The milk tea was lubricated and the taste was very rich. Fruits accompanied it, adding a little sour flavor to the sweet milk tea, making the layering more abundant. The first bite was sweet and sour grapes, the second bite was sweet pear, and the third bite was soft purple flakes. Each bite was different, and it was really interesting.

The emperor drank half a bowl in one breath before he had time to speak: "This milk tea tastes so good with the fruits and melons, and it is very greasy and clears the mouth."

Ji Lin had just had dinner, and after eating, he felt a little greasy in his mouth. The milk tea fruit was very sweet and a little sour. After eating it, it tasted so good.

Qi Lu looked at the emperor happily eating milk tea and fruits, and immediately raised a victorious smile, saying that he was a professional tutor to coax the emperor...

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It's blood!

Gongsun Wuzhi's blood!

"Gongsun!" Meng Yang's face, which had always been light, suddenly cracked, suddenly stood up from the ground of the cell and rushed over quickly.

The battle between Gongsun Wuzhi and the black-clothed assassin suddenly stopped. Gongsun Wuzhi's body shook and was quickly covered with blood. He was pushed hard by the black-clothed assassin, and he leaned back with a "bang!" and fell into the dark prison.

Meng Yang could see clearly that a short sword was inserted into Gongsun Wuzhi's chest, and the front was covered with blood red, which was still spreading quickly. Gongsun Wuzhi's breathing was short and rapid, as if he could not breathe, and he was gasping heavily, holding the short sword that was piercing his chest tightly.

Meng Yang rushed over and hugged Gongsun Wuzhi who fell to the ground. He was at a loss for a moment and said, "Gongsun! Gongsun? Come! Come! Medical Officer, where is the medical officer??"

Meng Yang has always been very persistent in daily life, and everything he does is orderly and ease. But now, his persistence has finally collapsed, collapsed, shattered in an instant, and nothing left.

Meng Yang felt that his hands and feet were even colder than Gongsun Wuzhi's body temperature and trembled violently. For the first time, he felt fear. Whether it was a sinner, when he was about to behead him, when he was castrated into the palace, or when he was sent by the princes and brothers to Gongsun Wuzhi for a detailed work, Meng Yang had never been afraid, because Meng Yang knew that he had nothing and had no need to be afraid at all.

Now that Meng Yang had something he was afraid of, he was extremely afraid, his whole body trembled with fear, his mind was blank and he could not imagine anything.

With Meng Yang's hoarse shouting, he heard the "Tao" footsteps coming quickly, and it turned out to be Qi Lu!

Qi Lu and the emperor happened to come to the jail. As soon as they entered the door, they heard Meng Yang's shouts. The Hu Ben Army rushed in quickly. The black-clad assassin wanted to escape, but there was no time at all. He seemed to be thrown into the trap and rushed into the siege of the Hu Ben Army and was instantly escorted by the Hu Ben Army.

"Gongsun!" Meng Yang hugged Gongsun Wuzhi tightly, not knowing whether he was comforting Gongsun Wuzhi or comforting himself, and said, "It's okay, it's okay... The medical officer will come soon. Gongsun should not close his eyes, don't close his eyes..."

Qi Lu immediately said: "Hurry up, go find Prince Fan!"

The Hu Ben Army rushed out and soon rushed in with Prince Fan. Prince Fan had no time to salute and immediately checked Gongsun Wuzhi's injuries.

Prince Fan's hands and white as he entered were dyed red, and there were shocking blood. Meng Yang urged him: "Hurry, stop the bleeding from Gongsun!"

Prince Fan checked it, but suddenly calmed down and said calmly: "No need."

"What does it mean to be called no more?!" Meng Yang stared at Prince Fan with red eyes.

Prince Fan's voice was still calm and he said, "No more saved."

"Impossible!" Meng Yang's chest was rising and falling quickly, as if a flame was burning in his heart. Prince Fan's words were like a pot of hot oil, pouring his head on Meng Yang's anger. Meng Yang changed his usual respectful and persistent appearance and roared: "Impossible! Save him! Save him! Stop bleeding!"

Gongsun Wuzhi's body trembled violently, and his hands were stained with blood. He trembled with Meng Yang's palm. Meng Yang's palm trembled, and his whole body seemed to be a deflated ball. He instantly returned from his anger and calmness, and he trembledly held Gongsun Wuzhi.

Meng Yang's voice was extremely hoarse and he said, "For Meng Yang's detailed work, Gongsun...is not worth it."

Gongsun Wuzhi was dying, as if he had lost too much blood and his strength was also lost. His voice was very weak, and he said, "You are...yes...me, Lu Wuzhi's person..."

Speaking of this, Meng Yang's palm slipped and suddenly felt his palm light. Gongsun Wuzhi's hand had already loosened. "Bang!" fell to the ground, and the back of his hand hit the bloody and yin-wet cell floor tiles, making a crisp sound.

With this light sound, Gongsun Wuzhi fell motionlessly in Meng Yang's arms, leaving no rest.

"Gongsun..."

Meng Yang's voice was very light, hoarse like gravel. His throat rolled several times, and his teeth kept trembling. I don't know if it was because of grief or the other side, but the teeth kept fighting up and down, as if they were enduring the huge pain.

Prince Fan shook his head, stood up and retreated aside, and said, "Please carry out Qi Gongsun's body."

"Don't touch him..." Meng Yang spoke slowly. His face was no longer dull, but his tone became more and more calm, as if it was the storm under the quiet water. Meng Yang carefully sorted out Gongsun Wuzhi's scattered hair and repeated: "Don't touch him."

Qi Lu lowered his head and stared at Meng Yang who was kneeling on the ground and holding Gongsun Wuzhi's body, and said, "Meng Yang, it's too late to do these things now, right? Your master wants to kill you, but Qi Gongsun saved you with his own life. What is worth it and what is not worth it, think about it yourself."

Meng Yang slowly raised his head, holding the blood-stained Gongsun Wuzhi tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that Gongsun Wuzhi would disappear. His throat rolled a few times and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Just at this moment...

“Hahahahaha——”

A violent laugh came from Meng Yang's arms. Meng Yang was so shocked that he suddenly lowered his head and looked at it.

Gongsun Wuzhi, who had already died, suddenly became "deceived the zombie". He was covered in blood, but he smiled uncontrollably, almost "shaking wildly". When he smiled, his face turned red. How could he have pale with excessive blood loss? What's more, the short sword pierced on his chest was laughed at by Gongsun Wuzhi, "Click!" and fell to the ground.

Meng Yang was shocked and looked at Gongsun Wuzhi, who had resurrected from the dead in shock.

Gongsun Wuzhi looked like he was about to "return to laugh", covered his stomach, laughing and crying, and said, "Yes... I'm sorry, I... hahahahaha--"

Qi Lu's eyelids twitched, but there was no surprise in Meng Yang's eyes. It seemed that it was not surprising that Gongsun Wuzhi had come back from the dead, but instead he was a little disgusted.

The emperor also disliked him and said, "What are you laughing at? He almost said that he was the lord."

Gongsun Wuzhi couldn't laugh, rubbed his stomach that was sore and laughed, and said, "I...hahaha... I'm not sincere, he... he hahaha, hugged my waist, I itch, my mother feeds me so much... My waist is tickling..."

Qi Lu: "..."

Meng Yang rarely looked confused. Meng Yang was always very cold, otherwise he would have looked at ease. He had never seen Meng Yang so confused, and he seemed to be in a vague and confused manner in his eyes.

The black-clothed assassin, who was caught by the Hu Ben Army, suddenly took off his black face towel and threw it on the ground. Meng Yang looked up and immediately narrowed his eyes. What kind of black-clothed assassin is clearly the royal doctor Youyu!

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After he said this, Wanqi Linmu suddenly had a vague memory in his mind. He had never thought about it before. After all, Qi Lu did not specialize in history. It seemed that there was indeed such a period in history. When Gongsun Wuzhi usurped the throne, he rushed into Zhuer's hall, which had already become the king of Qi. As a result, he saw someone on the couch, stabbed the man to death with a sword. However, when he lifted the quilt, he saw that it was not Zhuer, but Zhuer's close minister.
To be continued...