In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

I really didn’t expect that Zhao Wuling would be caught buying a roast duck.

Tan Feng wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but Han Yi just stood guarding him blankly, leaving no room for negotiation.

He muttered and stepped into the restaurant. This palace banquet was not a must...

Thinking that he was inviting him to drink, he didn't expect that he was being trained to be a qualified servant. Qin Feng stood at the door and quietly stepped back.

The man inside was not upset, he stood up leisurely, straightened his clothes and walked towards the door.

"If you don't want others to see you and lose face, you may as well follow me back to Danshui Pavilion. The house will be clean."

Before he finished speaking, a shadow flashed across the door and arrived in front of Zhao Wuling in an instant.

"I won't visit your house today without bringing any gifts. Please sit down quickly, young Marquis. Please sit down. I will serve you well."

There is no difference between coaxing a man and coaxing a woman. The so-called serving does not mean coaxing and providing in a low voice to make the other person happy.

Seeing his flattering look, Han Yi's eyebrows narrowed and his limbs felt extremely uncomfortable.

Putting the roast duck carefully on the flower stand at the door, Qin Feng walked to Zhao Wuling diligently, bent his legs and knelt beside him without hesitation.

Zhao Wuling glanced at him slightly, only to see him pick up the wine bottle with familiarity, pouring the wine into the glass in an orderly manner without spilling a drop.

"Please, my lord."

Zhao Wuling lowered his eyelids slightly and his eyes fell on the lines on Tan Feng's palm.

Holding the wine in one hand, the other hand pushed down Tan Feng's knife-like palm, then pushed it back, and quietly placed it back on Tan Feng's thigh.

Tan Feng let out a surprised "Hmm", and the warm touch on his fingertips disappeared instantly. He looked up and saw a pair of faint brown eyes close to Chi Chi.

"You're just serving people, there's no need to be so grandiose."

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuling narrowed his eyes evilly at a question that was both pretty and unknown. Tan Feng couldn't avoid it and was hit hard on the forehead.

Gold stars in both eyes.

"what……"

Qin Feng stood up and slapped the table, covering his head and walking back and forth in front of Zhao Wuling.

"I was the one who threatened Miss Xu Er with a dagger, and even scratched her neck. If Mr. Marquis wants to vent her anger for her, why not retaliate with a tooth and cut my neck with a knife, and we will settle the matter."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuling just looked at him expressionlessly, and then ordered Han Yi on the side: "Bring the knife."

thump.

Zhao Wuling looked at Qin Feng who knelt back beside him, his eyes moved up, his fair forehead turned crimson, his brown eyes darkened, and then he moved away.

"The movements are quite swift." He chuckled.

However, Han Yi turned a blind eye and went out, and soon came back with a kitchen knife.

"Sir, the knife is here."

Han Yi couldn't wait to hand over the kitchen knife. As soon as he said it, a hand appeared from the sky and snatched the kitchen knife away.

"you!"

Han Yi glared angrily.

Qin Feng pressed the kitchen knife on the table and said to Zhao Wuling: "Young Master, maybe you heard wrong. I just said that it was a dagger that scratched your sister's neck, not a kitchen knife..."

The words stopped suddenly, and a warm touch suddenly appeared on his neck. The fingertips lightly scratched his skin from left to right. He took a breath of cold air, his body tensed, and he felt that his tailbone was numb.

His palms gathered together slightly, and his eyes gradually became sinister.

At the right moment, Zhao Wuling suddenly withdrew his hand and distanced himself from him.

"Bring it."

It was too late for Qin Feng to come back to his senses.

Han Yi took it apart and put it on the table. It was mouth-watering, golden, crispy, oily, and fragrant...

It's his roast duck!

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Zhao Wuling rolled up his sleeves and immediately took the kitchen knife from his hand. After cleaning his hands, he sliced ​​the roast duck very seriously. His movements were elegant and methodical, as if he was not practicing knife skills, but putting pen to paper.

The sliced ​​roast duck is placed on the plate, and the rich fragrance lingers around.After a while, neat pieces of duck meat were placed on the plate, and there were bones with a little meat hanging in the oil paper bag.

After washing his hands, Zhao Wuling took out the chopsticks from the drawer of the wooden cabinet behind him and placed the same plate of duck in front of Tan Feng.

"No lunch?"

Zhao Wuling asked suddenly.

Qin Feng nodded and replied: "I was a little busy today, so I forgot to have lunch."

So this roast duck was something he bought as a reward for a hard day's work.

"Well, eat it."

Zhao Wuling moved the kitchen knife farther away.

"Han Yi, ask the waiter to bring some food. There should be no meat elements in the dishes."

"……Yes."

Finally, he ordered: "Go pack another roast duck."

"…………Yes."

Han Yi clenched his sword depressedly and went downstairs.

What was originally a tense atmosphere suddenly turned into an afternoon tea party.

Zhao Wuling was sitting upright tasting the wine. Next to him was Qin Feng, who was crossing his legs and a fist away from him. Qin Feng took a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, nodding his head frequently because of the delicious food.

His thin lips were slightly hooked, his brown eyes looked at the darkening sky, and he suddenly asked: "Why did Second Master Tan leave the city?"

"Oh, it's Xiao Ju'er from Hualiu Lane. She finally redeemed herself some time ago. She doesn't want to get married. Her husband's family is from another city. I went to join in the fun."

Zhao Wuling then stared at her, his eyes dim and unclear: "Since I went to have a wedding banquet, why did I come back hungry?"

"Forget it..."

Thinking of something, Qin Feng looked depressed: "It was supposed to be such a happy event, but her husband has a bastard aunt who scolded Xiao Juer in public that she was a prostitute from Hualiu Lane, dirty and immodest. If she married into the family, she would be completely disgraced. I couldn't get angry because of my ancestor's dignity, so I retorted to her, "Little Ju'er is cute and smart, if it were me, I would love to marry her home and enjoy happiness."

Zhao Wuling's eyebrows turned, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then what?"

Tan Feng's cheeks were bulging: "Then...no then, I left after saying those words."

"You are quite popular with women."

Zhao Wuling stroked the rim of the cup and said casually: "I heard that Miss Gao treated you differently at the Peach Blossom Banquet. If Master Gao hadn't been killed suddenly, you and Miss Gao should have had a predestined relationship."

The hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, then put it down naturally and smoothly.

"Master Gao is an upright and upright official. He is a role model for all officials. However, unexpectedly, he suffered such misfortune. It is really a pity!"

"is it?"

"Of course, doesn't the young Marquis feel sorry for it?"

Brown eyes stared at him deeply, and then glanced at Han Yi who opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he went downstairs, Han Yi felt unspeakably depressed, and the image of the young master talking to the second young master of the Tan family always appeared in his mind.

Low eyebrow, soft.

Why would a young master care so much about a libertine?

When they pushed the door open and went in, the two sat side by side and looked very intimate.

Speaking of which, the young master has always been distant from others, and even His Highness the Crown Prince has never behaved so intimately as he does now.

Could it be...

He had a bad idea.

Putting aside his personal ethics and style, the second young master Qin is handsome and somewhat similar to the noble and elegant young master from his own family...

match.

Suddenly, a cold gaze was cast on him, and he instantly got goosebumps all over his body. He hurriedly shook off his muddy and dirty thoughts, secretly cursing himself for what he was thinking.

"Sir, I bought the roast duck."

Gathering his emotions, he strode forward and placed the roast duck wrapped in oil paper on the table.