Chapter 698 Meat Buns

"return."

With just two words, Qin Yao, Liu Ji, who was going berserk and ready to stab someone, was able to stop him.

"Madam~" Liu Ji glared at Awang angrily, but he did not dare to disobey his wife. He stopped where he was and neither advanced nor retreated.

Qin Yao ignored him, stood up and came to Awang, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know who the mysterious master is who protects Wang Jin?"

Awang nodded, "If I guess correctly, it should be the one next to the Holy Queen."

Which one?

Liu Ji came forward curiously, and stopped asking, "Awang, who are you talking about? Why is he related to the Queen again?"

Awang pondered for a moment and said slowly in a recalling tone: "There are actually not many people in Beijing who have such ability. The scope has been narrowed down to the point where Wang Jin can come into contact and have a relationship with him, then there are only Next two.”

Having said this, Awang turned to Qin Yao, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Qin Yao understood and pointed at Liu Ji, "You, go make dinner."

"Why?" Liu Ji retorted subconsciously, glaring at Awang, "I am the master, you go and cook!"

Awang: "."

"Liu Ji, don't force me to slap you." Qin Yao narrowed her eyes impatiently.

Liu Ji shrank his neck. He didn't dare to resist. He never dared to resist in this life. He could only put it down and go back to the kitchen to cook.

He glanced at Qin Yao resentfully and turned back three times, hoping to hear her say what she just said again - come back.

However, no.

After confirming that there was no third person here, Awang's expression changed obviously, his whole face collapsed, and he said seriously:

"A person came to Kuanzhengfang last night. He was the master who captured me alive and followed me all the way to keep an eye on me and not allow me to commit suicide."

"That man never showed his true face. I don't know his gender, but he had a scent. Late last night, this man flew over the roof of our house. The direction he went to was the Wang family in the opposite lane."

At that time, he thought he had been exposed and was frightened for a while, but he didn't expect it to be a false alarm.

After thinking about it later, if someone came to his house, his wife would have sat up from her dream long ago. It was because he felt guilty and frightened.

Qin Yao slept very well last night and was not as alert as Awang.

After all, no one in the imperial capital was watching her.

Curious, he asked: "What kind of fragrance is it?"

A Wang looked like he couldn't explain anything and said, "It's the aroma of meat buns."

"Ah? He likes to eat meat buns?" Qin Yao raised her eyebrows curiously. This expert is quite down-to-earth.

Awang nodded. The man followed him all the way out of Kyoto. For several months along the way, he could always smell the smell of meat buns.

For him, the smell has been engraved into his body, and when he smells it, his body becomes nervous subconsciously.

Qin Yao glanced at Awang sympathetically, "So, when our family eats meat buns, doesn't it make you suffer a lot?"

"It's okay." Awang said stiffly, not wanting to admit it.

Qin Yao patted him on the shoulder, "That should be it. I recommended Wang Jin to find the Queen. That day he said it was impossible, but it seemed that he still bowed to reality."

Awang asked in surprise: "How did Madam know that the Holy Queen would help?"

Qin Yao smiled slightly and looked at him. Is there any need to say this?

Awang slapped his head, yes, King Feng sent him to assassinate the Holy Queen. This feud has been settled long ago.

Now that she has caught Prince Feng's pigtails, how could she miss this great opportunity?

"Stop talking and go eat." She was hungry.

Awang took a look at the messy vegetable patch. Is this the result of Madam's busy afternoon?

"Come on, what are you looking at?" Qin Yao turned around and urged.

Awang quickly suppressed the shock in his eyes, nodded and followed.

He sighed in his heart, he had to do the hoeing twice more.

Dinner was cooked sloppily today, reflecting the dissatisfaction of the cook.

But no one cared.

Liu Ji poked at the white rice in the bowl and muttered silently: I'm so angry! I'm furious!

The rainy season has arrived in Kyoto.

It rained again during the night and didn't stop until early morning.

The sky is gray and makes people feel unenergetic.

Liu Ji couldn't hold it any longer. He couldn't get up to read in the early morning and fell asleep.

He didn't get up until the four Dalang brothers and sisters went to school carrying their bookcases and holding umbrellas with the neighbor's children.

Today, the carriage of the Imperial Master's Mansion stopped outside early.

Liu Ji lazily took two bites of the steamed buns that Awang had made early in the morning, and teased the coachman, and then got into the carriage under the glare of the coachman who dared not speak.

Sikong Jian didn't seem to have to go to court in the morning, so today he stood on the porch and watched him making breakfast.

Liu Ji was in a happy mood thinking that his wife would come to pick him up from work in the afternoon.

Humming a song, she made the teacher's breakfast and her own snacks, brought them into the room, and ate and laughed with the teacher.

Today Gong Liangliao did not say again, "Sikong Jian and dogs are not allowed inside."

So Sikong Jian sat down in front of the Eight Immortals table in the room, talking to himself about some changes in the court and the speculations of the mysterious master.

No one talked to him, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Gong Liangxiao who had already eaten, and asked with a smile: "Teacher, who is helping Wang Jin behind the scenes?"

Gong Liangliao snorted coldly, "I can't even go out, but the Imperial Master asks me about things outside. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Teacher, you are being humble." Sikong Jian said firmly, "With the teacher's abilities, he knows the world's trends very well even if he doesn't leave home."

Gong Liangliao: "I don't know."

He winked at Liu Ji, "San'er, bring me the pen and ink, let me see if your handwriting has improved."

He didn't respond to Sikong Jian's words at all.

Liu Ji responded with a sigh, and glanced at Sikong Jian with a proud look, looking arrogant and fearless.

Sikong Jian frowned. He was so scared yesterday that he fled all the way to the Imperial Master's Mansion without even taking a carriage.

Are you not afraid today?

Didn't Sun Jiang say that Liu Ji actually has little weight in front of his powerful wife?

Looking at Liu Ji sitting at the desk and writing seriously, Sikong Jian couldn't help but feel curious.

Could it be that he has a good handwriting, so he is treated so favorably by the teacher?

Sikong Jian stood up and walked over. Liu Ji immediately looked up vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Sikong Jian didn't answer. The entire Imperial Master's Mansion was his territory. In his own home, why should he be polite?

He reached out and picked up the rice paper in front of Liu Ji. He looked down and couldn't control his expression. He frowned in disdain.

"It's so ugly." He threw the paper down and said sarcastically, "It seems that the teacher is old and his eyes are blurry."

Without waiting for Liu Ji to refute loudly, he flicked his sleeves and left Puyuan.

This intimate scene between master and disciple, it's better to turn a blind eye!

"What kind of vision. My handwriting is obviously very good." Liu Ji looked at his own handwriting and snorted at the back of someone leaving.

Gong Liangliao laughed.

It turns out that people really laugh when they are speechless. (End of this chapter)