Chapter 311 The Concubine Does Not Harm the Country, She Only Wants to Harm the Imperial Master (15)

"National Master."

Yu Huo didn't want to pay attention to him, but Jiang Feng was never someone who would give up easily.

He clearly saw it, but he still pretended to be confused and asked lightly, "Did I say something wrong?"

Yu Huo: “No.”

"Then why are you so standoffish?"

Yu Huo glanced at him expressionlessly: "It's not that I'm cold, it's just that you're too frank and I don't know how to respond."

"Thank you for the compliment, Imperial Master, but..." Jiang Feng deliberately ignored his sarcasm and continued to shift the blame: "But I can understand that. In comparison, the Imperial Master is not very frank."

Yu Huo played with the white lotus in his hand, his eyes showing fatigue: "I never said...I am blind."

"The Imperial Master is truly eloquent."

"Thank you, same here."

Seeing that he was unmoved, Jiang Feng stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly changed the subject: "Excuse me, how old is the Imperial Master now?"

"Guess." Perhaps the gaze was too scorching, Yu Huo silently tied Bai Ling back.

The difference from before is that Jiang Feng is a bit shameless in this life. Even if Yu Huo behaves coldly, he can still find something to talk about and continue chatting.

Maybe he was influenced by the body of a fox spirit, so he was talking nonsense and acting in a disorderly manner.

Sure enough, the other party was not embarrassed at all and continued to ask: "Are you married?"

Yu Huo lowered his head and tapped the rim of the cup with his fingers: "The child is old enough to help with the cooking."

Jiang Feng sneered, and suddenly moved closer to his neck and sniffed.

The person in front of me carries the fragrance of camellia, and...

His beautiful eyes flashed with joy, and he whispered in the other's ear: "The Imperial Master's essence hasn't been released yet, could it be that the child was picked up?"

The air was filled with heat and his earlobes felt itchy. Yu Huo suddenly covered his ears and leaned back.

Damn, vixen!

He clicked his tongue impatiently, "Ah, yes, yes, I found it yesterday. I was too hungry this morning, so I ate it randomly."

Jiang Feng covered his lips and chuckled: "Is the Imperial Master still hungry now?"

Isn't that nonsense? He didn't actually eat children!

Yu Huo took his fingers away from the rim of the cup, and recalled the meal that the palace servants had brought him in the morning, and he lost his appetite.

Perhaps because of the lack of seasoning, the food was not to his taste, but Xiao Zhuzi ate it with relish. It was obvious that he had never eaten anything good before. Yu Huo was too lazy to snatch the food from him and simply stuffed it all into his mouth.

Before he could say anything, Jiang Feng suggested, "Why don't I treat the Imperial Master to a meal?"

It’s not impossible.

Yu Huo touched his stomach and let the other party pull his sleeve and take him out of the side hall.

Five minutes later, Yu Huo stood outside the chicken coop with a look of despair on his face.

"The ingredients for cooking, are you catching them now..."

Jiang Feng exclaimed "Ah" when he heard that, then skillfully pinched a hen's throat and lifted it up.

Yu Huo waved away the flying chicken feathers and turned away.

Jiang Feng stood in the chicken coop and asked anxiously: "Master, aren't you going to eat anymore?"

"You won't die if you don't eat a meal."

Looking at the man's slightly hurried back, Jiang Feng jumped out of the chicken coop gracefully, took two steps at a time and rushed forward, blocking the other party's way.

"Master, don't you want to try my cooking?"

These words touched Yu Huo. He paused and thought for a moment: "Then wait until you are done before calling me. I will go back and lie down for a while."

"......" Jiang Feng lost control of his expression for three seconds, then gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't the Imperial Master going to help?"

Yu Huo felt that there was nothing he could do to help. After all, he was the one being invited to dinner, wasn't he?

He pursed his lips, reached out and picked up a chicken feather that had accidentally fallen on the man's shoulder, and shook it in his hand: "What should I do? I only know how to eat."

Now he is being very frank.

In fact, Jiang Feng didn't want to go through so much trouble, but if the royal chefs' cooking skills were really that good, the other party wouldn't have beaten around the bush and said that they were not full.

In a moment of weakness, he impulsively offered to treat the other party to a meal. However, the young man was shameless and took advantage of the situation. Not only did he not help, he also ordered him around without any courtesy.

Jiang Feng raised his eyes to look at the Imperial Master who looked calm. The man's eyes were covered and he couldn't see his emotions clearly. However, because he was close to him, he seemed to be able to faintly see the light blue blood vessels lurking under the man's fair skin, running across his slender neck and extending all the way into his collar.

Inexplicably, he wanted to reach out and pull open the collar that was in the way, to feel for blood flowing beneath that vein, warm and red blood...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten his fingers impatiently. The crisp sound of bones colliding instantly broke the calm, and the hen that was flapping in his palm became silent in the blink of an eye.

"Can I go back now?" Yu Huo asked softly, pretending not to notice.

Jiang Feng's thoughts were interrupted. He put the dead hen on his back and stepped out of the way. "How about I make you some chicken soup?"

"All is fine." Yu Huo walked forward gracefully, his voice fading away: "The guest should follow the host's wishes."

After the others had left for a long while, the maid who was waiting with them stepped forward and asked as usual, "Noble Concubine Jiang, does this chicken need to be sent to the imperial kitchen?"

Jiang Feng came back to his senses after hearing this. He dodged the hand extended by the palace maid and seemed to sigh: "No need. Today I met someone who is even more talkative than me. I'd better do it myself."

Seeing this, the palace maid retracted her hand, lowered her head, looked at her nose with her eyes, and her heart with her nose, without asking any extra questions.

Yu Huo left the chicken coop and walked slowly back to his side hall.

But as he walked, he found that he seemed to be lost.

The palace was filled with carved beams and painted buildings, rockery, a corridor every five steps and a pavilion every ten steps. It was so fancy that he felt a little lost.

Yu Huo stood by the small pond he passed for the third time and angrily kicked a stone at the edge of the pond into it.

It was all Jiang Feng's fault. He pulled him towards the chicken coop, and he blindfolded himself and didn't even bother to identify the way he came.

After all, who would have thought that the dinner the other party was talking about would start with catching chickens in the chicken coop?

The stinky smell of chicken shit in the yard immediately made him lose his appetite!

Squeak——

As he was grumbling, he heard the faint sound of a door opening in the dilapidated building behind him.

Yu Huo tilted his head and seemed to hear footsteps approaching him.

"Who's there?"

The other person was a woman with a loud voice. Judging from her voice, she seemed to have a very cheerful personality.

As the other party gradually approached, Yu Huo could vaguely see a tall and blurry figure through Bai Ling.

It looks like she is almost as tall as me. This figure is really rare among women.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the woman walked around to him and suddenly realized, "I was wondering why you sneaked past Tingyu Pavilion three times. Are you blind?"

Yu Huo did not answer directly, but lowered his head and replied softly: "I am the newly appointed national teacher of the king. I wonder who you are..."

"National Master?" The woman's voice was unexpectedly high, and in the silence she seemed to be secretly sizing him up.

Yu Huo smiled faintly and let the other party look enough.

Not long after, the woman in front of him suddenly said, "You are very brave."

Yu Huo asked in return: "How do you see that?"

The woman sneered, her voice a mixture of mockery and sorrow: "You don't know what happened to the previous Imperial Master, do you?"