After transmigrating in one night, Shen Jiao began her new life by attempting an assassination in front of a crowd. She wanted to cry but had no tears, lamenting that she just wasn't cut out fo...
Unexpectedly, just as she took the cup, Ji Yan snatched it away again and gulped it down.
His brows furrowed even more; it tasted even worse!
strangeness.
It's still not sweet!
The tyrant, who was spreading gossip, suddenly felt a little irritated, mainly because the sweetness of that moment was too intoxicating.
It inexplicably gives one the illusion of being surrounded by honey and nectar.
It was even sweeter than the honey water he often drank at Langya Pass.
Shen Jiao: "..."
What?! The stolen one tastes better?
What kind of weird problem is this?
"Hurry up and do it like you just now." The tyrant, who wouldn't let anyone drink tea, casually threw down the teacup and began to command the ruffled hamster.
The waiter, who was watching from afar, almost scolded Gu An for deliberately damaging the tea set. To save the waiter's life, Gu An quickly tossed a silver ingot over.
The waiter, overjoyed to receive the silver, left happily.
This was all so incoherent that Shen Jiao couldn't understand the tyrant's request at all: "What?"
Mainly, she was still curious about the young doctor's love history.
However, this is clearly not the right time to happily enjoy the gossip.
Ji Yan reached out and patted the top of her head, saying, "Just like before, come closer to me and talk to me."
Are you drunk from drinking tea? Why would you suddenly make such an absurd request?
Or is it that waking up early affects not only the brain but also the ears, requiring one to get closer to hear?
Shen Jiao was inwardly grumbling and complaining, but outwardly she obediently approached him, "Is that so, Your Majesty?"
Ji Yan was dissatisfied: "Get closer."
Shen Jiao moved closer: "How about this?"
"Closer."
"so……"
"Closer, closer."
Shen Jiao remained silent for a moment, then clenched her fingers in a half-smile, "Is this alright now, Your Majesty?"
"You're too close again." Ji Yan said expressionlessly as he lifted the frizzy hamster that had buried its face in his hair.
Shen Jiao: "..."
You really are as difficult to please as a seventy or eighty-year-old woman.
As luck would have it, at that very moment the tyrant felt that elusive sweetness once again.
This time it wasn't just his nasal cavity; even more absurdly, it accidentally sneaked into his chest cavity and mixed into his cold, silent heart.
Ji Yan thought to herself, "How strange!" and pressed the person back into the thicket of hair.
Shen Jiao was very glad that she hadn't worn any makeup.
Ji Yan: "Never mind, it's fine as it is."
Shen Jiao: "..."
That's good too?
Damn it, she's about to suffocate!
...
As time passed, a red sun hung in the sky, its clear light shining down on the earth, as if shrouding it in a thin veil.
Zui Shan Xuan is always a thriving business, but today it was even more packed with customers, with no seats available.
People passing by couldn't help but glance at the scene.
Everyone was curious about what new dishes Zui Shan Xuan had launched that were so appealing.
Some people couldn't afford to eat at Zui Shan Xuan, but were really curious, so they passed by this street more than ten times.
Some people can afford to eat at Zui Shan Xuan, but they are not regular customers; they only come once or twice a year.
They were itching to try it, so they pulled aside the waiter at Zui Shan Xuan and asked, "Waiter, what new dishes have you introduced this time?"
"It must be a new dish that has been researched for a long time. Zui Shan Xuan's new dishes are perfect in color, aroma and taste. There is no bad one."
"If it weren't for the bad timing of today, with so many people, I would have liked to go in and try it out."
The waiter looked troubled; if these questions were asked normally, he would have given a long and detailed explanation.
But where can we find any good dishes today?
The kitchen was filled with a bunch of creepy, cursed insects.
The waiter chuckled twice: "The new product this time is crayfish."
"Crayfish? What are crayfish?"
The waiter explained, "A crayfish is a crayfish."
"I've never heard of this before."
"What a coincidence! I've been traveling around and have never heard of it before."
"But haven't you heard that you should try it even more?"
Several people were eager to try.
The waiter thought to himself, "They probably only want to try it because they haven't heard of it. If they knew that crayfish are cursed insects, all their distinguished guests would leave empty-handed."
The situation inside and outside was no different; the distinguished guests were whispering among themselves, discussing crayfish.
To support Master Gu's business, Master Guan ordered three plates of spicy crayfish and three plates of garlic crayfish.
Seeing this, the people at the next table followed suit, and Master Wang, along with his seven concubines, ordered dozens of plates of crayfish.
"Brother, what are these crayfish?" Shen Qingye felt that something was off.
"Crayfish is just crayfish." Shen Qingcheng's gaze kept falling on the teahouse across the street, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Shen Qingye finally realized something was wrong. He asked, "Big brother, didn't you say you were having lunch with Shen Jiao? Where is she? We've been waiting for her for so long and she still hasn't come. Is she just putting on airs?"
He originally wanted to say "uncultured," but thinking of his elderly mother at home and his painfully swollen mouth, he forced himself to change his words.
“She wasn’t putting on airs.” Shen Qingcheng stared for a long time, but didn’t see Shen Jiao again.
"It's my fault for not telling her. If she happened to come, we might have been able to have dinner together."
Didn't he tell her? Shen Qingye couldn't quite understand his older brother, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Forget it, it's better if you don't come.
Seeing Shen Jiao's face makes me sick and disgusted. Who could eat? I'd throw up even my leftovers from the night before.
If only Shen Yu were here… Thinking of this, Shen Qingye’s thoughts suddenly stopped.
The image of Shen Yu eagerly letting go to see the Third Prince flashed through her mind.
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