Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

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Xuan Zhen didn't seem to feel the sudden change in the atmosphere, so he poured a cup of tea and took a sip leisurely.

"I just guessed right by luck, why should you be so panicked?"

"Su Ming said that you are not feeling well. Since you are not feeling well, why don't you recuperate in your room?"

Yan Qinghe was not fooled by his statement, and pointed out what he cared about in a few words. This person has been extremely weird from the beginning. If it were someone else, he would not be so suspicious. The timing of all aspects is too perfect. it is good.

"I'm really unwell. I went back to my room to recuperate for a while. Thinking that you are about to come back, I went downstairs and asked Xiao Er to order food. If Master Yan doesn't believe you, you can ask Xiao Er for proof." Xuan Zhen shrugged indifferently.

"These, we will check." Su Ming simply stood up and went to look for the waiter.

After a while, he came back and shook his head at Yan Qinghe: "My lord, Xiaoer and Mr. Xuan have the same rhetoric."

"Don't worry, if I want to harm you, the food will be poisoned." Xuan Zhen rolled his eyes at Yan Qinghe, this person's mind is really turning back and forth.

Everyone glanced at the delicious food on the table and couldn't help being startled.

"I lied to you, if you don't believe me, I'll show you."

Seeing everyone's bewildered looks, Xuan Zhen was speechless, and picked a piece of meat to eat on his own.

Yun Yiyi looked at Yan Qinghe with gentle eyes, and then her eyes fell on Xuan Zhen, with a smile on her lips, she said to everyone: "I believe Mr. Xuan will not harm us, eat quickly, the food is almost cold."

Although she didn't know why, she felt that the other party would not harm her.

Yan Qinghe still didn't move, watched Xuanzhen eat for a while, and then raised his chopsticks to pick food.

As soon as he moved, Su Ming, Chen Ci, and Chun Ying followed suit.

Xuan Zhen clicked his tongue, and looked at Yun Yiyi who was buried in eating: "Does Madam Yan think this match is difficult?"

"It's hard to say, but it's easy to say." Yun Yiyi took a sip of the soup and gave a plausible answer.

Xuan Zhen took a deep look at Yun Yiyi and said no more.

"Ma'am, I think others are about to cry. Is the poetry really so easy?" Chunying stopped the chopsticks in her hand and looked at Yun Yiyi.

She saw it very clearly in the audience just now. Several people saw the title on the rice paper and scratched their heads anxiously. They saw that it was not a simple poem.

Even the Qiang literati who were not allowed to compete on stage before Yun Yiyi stared straight at her for about a quarter of an hour before writing.

Seeing Chunying's puzzled look, Yun Yiyi added: "It's really easy, just remember."

She is indeed not lying. These so-called poems are easy to pass as long as you remember them, but if you don't remember them... then it's hard to say...

If Yun Yiyi realized something in her heart, it seemed that the person who wrote the question didn't want to test the other party's talent, but wanted to find someone who could remember these poems.

Of course, this is just her guess, and she doesn't know if this is the case. After the next two games, she will probably know.

"Those poems, even if I do them, I can only answer seven or eight at most, unlike Yiyi who writes like a god." Yan Qinghe looked at Yun Yiyi with narrow and gentle eyes, "If Yiyi goes to take the imperial examination, then Definitely none of my business."

Yun Yiyi was extremely embarrassed, she was so talented... It was just a coincidence, but the deeper reason was that she couldn't expose it in full view, so she just laughed and said nothing.

And this attitude of being neither humble nor overbearing falls in the eyes of everyone, and they feel that she is modest.

After eating, Chunying helped Yun Yiyi go back to the room to rest.

Yan Qinghe followed on the long corridor at the back, and before entering the door, he took a look at Xuanzhen: "No matter what purpose Mr. Xuan has, I advise you to give up, Yiyi, you are not someone you can move!"

Xuan Zhen picked the corners of his eyes: "Master Yan is really suspicious, I have never thought of doing anything to Mrs. Yan, but... if Mrs. Yan wants to do it herself, I can't control it..."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the door of his own room and opened the door to enter.

Yan Qinghe's footsteps paused, his eyes were as thick as black ink, he closed them, and opened them again without any emotion.

Chunying took a pillow and put it behind Yun Yiyi. When she saw him enter the door, she quickly nodded and saluted. Seeing that the two of them seemed to have something to say, she retreated consciously.

"Yiyi, don't trust Xuanzhen." Yan Qinghe sat beside her bed, holding her hand.

Yun Yiyi flipped through the travel notes that Yan Qinghe brought: "But what did Xuan Zhen tell you?"

"I always think this person is strange..." Yan Qinghe put on eye drops without any trace, "Look, we don't even know when we will return to the inn, why is it so coincidental for him, as soon as we arrived, he ordered the dishes, It's not like you can predict the future..."

"Maybe, he can really predict the future." Yun Yiyi said jokingly.

"Yiyi, I'm serious."

"I'm serious too."

Yun Yiyi put down the travel notes in her hand, and looked up at him: "Let's not talk about Xuanzhen, I'm outside today, so I can't tell you clearly... You must have seen it today, I know the answer to this poetry competition. "

Yan Qinghe was slightly taken aback: "You mean, this is something from your world?"

Yun Yiyi nodded solemnly, and revealed something to him.

"I suspect that the person who wrote the question is Ji Xuan..."

Yan Qinghe's palms were gradually sweating. He originally thought that Yun Yiyi was alone and helpless in this world, and she was the only one. Because there was nothing to worry about, he could hold her in his arms without worrying about her suddenly disappearing one day. Lose.

But now, she told him that she was not the only person from another world in this world, so would she...would she go with that person?

Just thinking about it, the ink in his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a vortex, bottomless.

Yun Yiyi waved her hand in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

Yan Qinghe grabbed her hand with such strength that Yun Yiyi couldn't help frowning.

"Yiyi, don't leave me." Yan Qinghe pursed his lips into a straight line, and his voice came to her ears from far or near, making people tremble.

"Crack!" Yun Yiyi slapped the back of his hand, seeing Yan Qinghe in pain, she withdrew her hand and glared at him angrily: "My home is here, why should I leave you!"

Yan Qinghe remained silent.

She rubbed her wrists. This man looked weak, but his hands were quite strong.

After a while, Yan Qinghe said slowly: "Ji Xuan disappeared 20 years ago..."

He is not alarmist, he is afraid.

Yun Yiyi paused her fingers, remembering what the mad Taoist said, if she can't find her mission in this world, will she leave this world too?
She didn't dare to think deeply, fearing that the result would not be what she wanted to see.

Seeing Yun Yiyi frowned and didn't answer, Yan Qinghe's heart tightened.

Neither of them spoke, and the air became a little quiet. When Yan Qinghe thought she would never speak again, she suddenly heard her say: "But Ji Xuan just disappeared, didn't he find the body? Maybe he is still alive Woolen cloth."

Yun Yiyi's soul penetrated into this body. If she left, the body must be considered dead in reality. Ji Xuan hasn't found the body for so long, so maybe the other party is still alive.

She smiled reassuringly at Yan Qinghe: "None of us knows the truth about these things, so let's take one step at a time."

Yan Qinghe's mind was in such a mess that he didn't even know how to respond to Yun Yiyi's words.

After struggling for a while, he made up his mind: "If you leave this world, I will try my best to find you."

Yun Yiyi suddenly felt almost sad. He was just a character in a game she played. If she really returned to the real world, how could she be found by a bunch of programmed data?

Yan Qinghe must have said this just for peace of mind.

She took a deep breath, and her tone deliberately slowed down, as if telling herself: "No, I won't let that day come, no."

Yan Qinghe stretched out his arms to hug her, as if he wanted to melt her into his flesh and blood, as if he could keep her in this way.

The next day.

Yun Yiyi and his team arrived at the competition venue of Xuanji Pavilion early, but even so, there were still many people around the stands.

According to Yun Yiyi's instructions, Chen Ci built a simple awning to shade the sun. By the way, he took down the small stool on the carriage, and the group sat and admired the passers-by while eating the watermelon they brought.

Be as leisurely as your posture can be.

"Why are there still so many people?" Chunying frowned, she was not tall, looking over, there were all black heads, which looked suffocating.

"Guardian Shao will announce the results of the first competition later, these people must be watching the excitement." Xuanzhen glanced at Chunying and explained.

"I see."

Yun Yiyi wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes fell on the opposite awning that was similar to them, Liu Han, the eldest prince of Chu, leaned on the recliner with a condensed expression, while the little eunuch kept fanning him.

Not only Yun Yiyi saw it, Su Ming saw it too, he muttered: "These people know how to imitate, seeing us put up a tent, they built a tent too."

"It's okay, let him go." Yan Qinghe glanced casually, looking for the blue figure in the crowd.

Chunying pointed to a figure in front of her: "Madam, do you think that is Princess Minghui?"

Yun Yiyi thought for a while, and said to her: "You go and ask her to come over."

It was probably because there were so many contestants, and the submitted answers hadn't been reviewed yet. It was almost noon, and the people from Xuanji Pavilion hadn't come out yet.

Princess Minghui's face was flushed with heat, and Zheng Xin's hands were sore from holding the fan, but the heat on her cheeks did not seem to decrease.

"Princess, it's so hot, what should I do?"

Princess Minghui took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, her red lips curled up: "What else can I do? I'll either die from the sun or the heat."

"Princess, why are you still in the mood to joke around?" Zheng Xin was speechless for a while, his eyes almost glowing.

"Otherwise? Let me cry and make it rain?" Princess Minghui sneered, with a hint of arrogance.

Zheng Xin rolled her eyes, and suddenly saw Chunying who was about to come here. He paused, and his voice was much brighter: "Princess, you don't have to sunbathe to death."

Princess Minghui raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

"Princess Minghui, my wife invites you to come." Chunying saluted Princess Minghui and made a gesture of invitation.

Princess Minghui glanced sideways at Zheng Xin, but saw him nodding: "This is my solution."

Princess Minghui cast a sideways glance at him, then nodded towards Chunying.

Chunying turned around and led Princess Minghui to the awning.

Once here, Princess Minghui felt much more comfortable all over her body. She exhaled lightly, and greeted Yun Yiyi: "Before I had time to ask your name, you left."

"My husband's surname is Yan, the princess can call me Mrs. Yan." Yun Yiyi turned her head to look at Yan Qinghe, and smiled gently.

Princess Minghui nodded: "Your place is not bad, it's very cool."

Yun Yiyi winked at Chen Ci.

Chen Ci understood, and just as he wanted to get up to get a wooden stool, someone handed it to him, and he followed his gaze.

The corners of Xuan Zhen's lips twitched, with a nonchalant smile: "There are no extra stools, so just take mine."

(End of this chapter)