Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1336 Spirit Chef Competition
Sikong Junye flicked his long sleeves and made a final decision, blocking the convoluted thoughts of the imperial doctors below, and putting his own protection on the bright side.

He just favors his third brother, no matter what the third brother wants to do, he will support it for no reason, even if he wants to take the life of his father, Sikong Junye will only help him wipe the blood off his hands, order People just cover up the scene.

With a "squeak", the closed palace door opened, and Sikong Junye clenched his hand hidden in his sleeve.Everyone looked and waited for a moment before the man stepped over the threshold and came out.

"Third brother, what's the matter with you?" Sikong Junye rushed to meet him.

The face of the person in front of him was dull, and the cold breath on his body was even heavier.He didn't stop, and walked past Sikong Junye like a gust of snow, completely ignoring Sikong Junye's hand extended to him.

"His Royal Highness, this..."

The imperial physicians were puzzled.

"Let's go in!"

Sikong Junye didn't catch up anymore, he knew that the third brother should prefer to be alone now.

But unexpectedly, since he went back that day until today, the third brother has not stepped out of his room.

"Has the food delivered ever been moved? Cough cough, cough cough..." Before Sikong Junye could finish speaking, he began to cough, each sound getting heavier and louder, and the hearts of those who heard him trembled.

The palace servants on the side quickly handed over the ginseng tea, and the servant also stepped forward to help him calm down.

"Your Majesty, your health is not well yet! Naturally someone will take care of you at the Third Prince's Highness, so you should pay more attention to your health!"

Sikong Junye wanted to say something, but he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat. He quickly took a handkerchief from one side and covered his mouth.

"Okay, you all go down!"

Sikong Junye's voice was covered by Bupa, muffled, but majestic enough.

He didn't take off the cloth handkerchief from his hand until the left and right sides retreated. The bright red blood stains had gradually soaked out, and it felt sticky in his hand, but he only thought about one thing in his heart.

Third brother, when are you willing to really come out?
Imperial Capital, Spiritual Kitchen Union.

The Spirit Chef's Guild is located on the west side of the imperial capital, opposite to the imperial palace on the east and west.

The status of the spiritual chef is noble, and even the royal family respects him, let alone ordinary people.The Spiritual Chef Union has gathered many master spiritual chefs, and their status is even more outstanding.

In the imperial capital, there is no one who does not know the location of the Spirit Chef Union, and the Spirit Chef Competition is coming soon, if anyone asks for directions, it goes without saying that it must be the Spirit Chefs who came from all over the empire to participate in the competition.

"Go forward, the street in front of you will be there."

"But there are so many houses on the street, which one is the Spirit Chef's Union?"

"Which one? That whole street is the territory of the Spirit Chef Guild!"

In the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive, the Spirit Cooking Union can occupy an entire street, which shows its power is at its peak and the emperor's grace is deep.

However, this sacred place in the eyes of outsiders is already tired of seeing it in Feng Qingyu's eyes.

He has lived here since he was a child, and the Spirit Cooking Union is his home. Before he was born, his father was the president of the Spirit Cooking Union. There was no wavering in the seat.So since he was a child, he has been the devil king of the Spirit Chef's Guild.If it wasn't for the fact that he went to Shenwumen to learn art later on, the Spirit Chef Guild would still be his young master's territory.

Feng Qingyu dexterously jumped over the courtyard wall and turned into her own courtyard.What he learned in Shenwumen can be seen from his dexterity of flying over the wall.

It's just that before the person got off the wall, he felt a palm wind sweeping towards him.

Feng Qingyu quickly evaded, turned around and retreated, but he was already on top of the wall, there was no way to retreat, and he almost lost his center of gravity and fell off the wall.

I saw him staggering, stepping on the tile with one foot unsteadily, and resting the other leg on his knee, making a "golden rooster independent" shape, clasping his hands together, unexpectedly he has stabilized his figure.

It's a pity that the shape is not enough, the next wave of attacks has arrived.

"Mother, your son hasn't been home for so long, is it appropriate to fight as soon as we meet?"

Feng Qingyu said aggrievedly while defusing the oncoming dangerous move.

"Is it appropriate or not? You are not at home, and no one will fight with me!" The woman's voice was crisp and majestic, with the maturity of a big woman, but also a little coquettish.

While speaking, another wave of spiritual energy directly hit the door, Feng Qingyu couldn't dodge it in time, and half of his hair was cut off.

"Mom, if you do this again, I will be angry."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyu was no longer restrained, let go of his hands and feet, and was about to show his mother what he had learned abroad, but he didn't expect that he would be kicked mercilessly on his ass just after he finished speaking. People just fell into the mud like a dog.

"Dogs eat mud, dogs eat mud."

The Grand Marshal flew out from the house at some point, landed on Feng Qingyu's shoulder, and shouted cheerfully.

"Generalissimo, sometimes I wonder if you are a parrot!"

With support from Feng Qingyu's hands, a carp easily landed and stood up.Wearing a silver-gray bunt, the leather wristbands tightly gathered the cuffs, the black lining is very calm, and the hair is neatly tied up, but a pair of eyes reveals the youthful vigor that cannot be concealed, and the broken hair on the forehead looks heroic. Sassy, ​​high-spirited.

Of course, please ignore the obvious footprints on the buttocks.

"It seems that you didn't learn very well at Shenwumen! Old man Mu is at the end of his rope?" Bai Ran said casually as he jumped off the wall lightly.

"Mother, keep someone under your word. If the headmaster hears you calling him like that, I will be the one to suffer." Feng Qingyu said hastily.

"Although you are learning from him, you are still a member of our Spirit Cooking Union after all, so why are you afraid of him!"

Feng Qingyu blushes inwardly, she really deserves to be his mother, the wife of the president of the Spirit Cooking Union, and the former elder—Master Bai Ran.She is the only one in the world who dares to call Master Mu like this.

"Also, why don't you go through the main entrance when you get home, instead of going through the wall, I thought you were some kind of pedophile." Bai Ran asked.

"Didn't I... Didn't I want to surprise my mother?" Feng Qingyu said aggrievedly, rubbing her butt.

"You're filial. I'm bored watching your mother all day, so make me happy!" Bai Ran smirked, her son has a lot of thoughts since he was a child, maybe he's thinking about something now!

Sure enough, knowing the son is more like the mother, Feng Qingyu asked in the next sentence: "Father...isn't he at home!"

Bai Ran walked up to him, brushed the dust off his buttocks for him, and then slowly replied: "He's in the main hall."

When Feng Qingyu heard this, she was so frightened that she quickly hid behind his mother, her eyes rolling around.

"He's busy in the main hall and won't be back for a while. What are you afraid of?"

Bai Ran couldn't understand him like this, so he just walked away, Feng Qingyu hurriedly followed, the two entered the flower hall, and then sat down.

"Mother, it's not that you don't know. If Dad finds out that I'm back now, he will definitely scold people again." Feng Qingyu took the tea served by the maid, and continued: "There are so many people participating in this spirit chef competition, even Those spiritual chefs who were cultivating casually outside also heard the news, just to fight for the title of 'king of spiritual chefs'. I'm so anxious, why don't I rush back to see this once-in-a-hundred-year grand ceremony!"

(End of this chapter)