Broken Night

Chapter one hundred and eighty fifth colorful crystal

On the jade-white plate, lay a palm-sized cake.

The cake is a square brick, but there are five color strips one after another.

Red, green, blue, yellow, purple.

Five colors are presented in strips on this brick-sized cake, as if the whole body is made of jade, dazzling!

Oh? Rao is a dangerous old man, and his face is also interesting: what is this?

Lan Mingxin coughed twice, but his slightly dark face showed a proud look: This is my latest dish with colorful crystals.

Because the grandpa is very old, I want to make some healthy ones for the grandpa, but I have to consider the taste, so I created this colorful and crystal clear dish.

I don't have any strengths, I just know how to cook, so I can only make dishes to repay the old man.

Grandpa, hurry up and try it!

Being stared at by Lan Mingxin's expectant eyes, Wei Lao felt a little overwhelmed, and felt that the nervousness of being stared at by countless enemies a hundred years ago was nothing more than that. He picked up the cake and took a light bite.

At this level of practice, food is no longer necessary. He can directly transform the vitality into all the energy needed by the body from the energy of the heavens and the earth when cultivating the power of the lines. So to be honest, he hadn't really eaten anything for many years.

Just the moment he ate his mouth, he froze in place.

In the mouth, the mixture of countless flavors is like a powerful and complex pattern, as if blending but complementing each other. Fragrant, fresh and sweet, and fruity acid, they are obviously different flavors, but when they are paired together, there is no sense of disobedience.

Lan Mingxin's slightly smug voice came from the side of his ear: This pastry is made by me using different fruits and vegetables, without any other condiments mixed in. Moreover, I added tattoos that are beneficial to the body during the cooking process, which is very good for the body!

Wei Lao was still stunned. When he came back to his senses, the cake in his hand had been completely eaten by him, and he even felt that there were some cake residues on the corner of his mouth.

hum hum hum, admire it. Lan Mingxin didn't care at all, with a complacent smile on his face.

Wei Lao also shook his head with a smile, and then he was stunned again.

How long has it been since you were so happy?

The fragrance in his mouth still didn't leave, as if it had penetrated into his heart, making his heart that had been exhausted for many years drop a drop of nectar.

Old Wei's gaze towards Lan Mingxin softened: The little baby is very good.

Lan Mingxin stuck out his tongue: It's just some gadgets, it's good that the old man doesn't dislike it. By the way, I don't really understand the pattern of the Qi Palace. This time I plan to ask along the way.

Wei Lao smiled at the corner of his mouth: that is the pattern Qiyasha passed down by the Lan family.

Chiya sand? Lan Ming was stunned.

There is a long river in the south, the mother river, you should have heard of it?

Lan Mingxin nodded when he heard the words.

Wei Lao then continued: The mother river came from the ocean in the south, passed dozens of cities large and small, and passed the **** front to the north. It is also the mother river that draws in the water of the ocean and makes the South full of vitality. Therefore, the south all believe in this river, and even some villages along the river worship the mother river every year.

And Qiyasa is an ancient word from thousands of years ago, which means mother.

The history of the surname Lan is longer than you think.

Wei Lao's old and turbid eyes blinked mischievously: Only the most outstanding disciples of the Lan family in all dynasties can enter this pattern. And when the Lan family becomes an imperial surname, only the emperors and princes of each generation can enter this pattern.

When Lan Ming heard the words, panic appeared on his face: Grandpa! Since you know such taboos, why do you still enter this tattoo for me! Aren't you hurting me?

Wei Lao looked at Lan Mingxin, who was like a frightened bird, and said with joy: Oh, the old man is not under the control of the dynasty. Since Jin Xing found the old man, the pattern is too low-level, but the old man can't do it. Of course, the practice of the little doll is also extraordinary, so that there is enough tattoo force to successfully enter the tattoo.

Don't worry, if you are found and investigated in the future, you will tell the blue town boy that it is the handwriting of the old man. He doesn't blame you.

At this time, Lan Mingxin looked at the ordinary old grandfather in front of him with strange eyes: Who are you, grandfather?

Wei Lao smiled again: just a dying old man.

Lan Mingxin left Tianlou, and when she left, she was still a little dizzy. Jin Xing did not explain the identity of Wei Lao, but just said not to disturb Wei Lao. But the kind-hearted Lan Mingxin knew that the old Wei had carved tattoos for her and entered the palace, so naturally he had to repay.

But now, she faintly felt that the old man's identity was not simple.

Soon, she didn't think about it any further. She knows that she is stupid, so she is accustomed to ignore and ponder some things that smart people understand. At this moment, she only needs to know that she has one more friend in the palace, which is enough.

Thinking of this, Lan Mingxin happily walked towards the Imperial Garden again.

It was no surprise to see the figure in the gray robe.

Although he is only a teenager, with a small figure, he seems to have an aura of loneliness.

Lan Mingxin subconsciously slowed down.

Every time Brother Qianji was carving wood, his aura would become very similar to Brother Xu. It's just that Big Brother Xu has this kind of breath every time he gets drunk.

It was a kind of loneliness, as if standing in a crowd, surrounded by thousands of people, but still like being alone.

Mindful?

Jin Qianji smiled and waved his palm in front of Lan Mingxin: Why are you dazed?

Ah? no. Lan Mingxin came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "Which or what Yunfu is brother Qianji going to tomorrow?"

Jin Qianji smiled again, and threw a puppet carved in his hand in front of Lan Mingxin: To be precise, it was the outer door of Yunfu.

Lan Ming took it in a hurry, but found that the doll was a rather funny-looking girl, staring at the small eyes in a daze. Although it is difficult to see who it is in this funny style, the things that Jin Qianji carved have a unique charm, which makes people see what it is at a glance.

This funny girl is Lan Mingxin herself.

Lan Mingxin took it with a smile: Why is Brother Qianji in that place? Is it bad in the palace? Jin Qianji shook his head, really a simple child: Here? Just a bigger prison.

Jail?

Jin Qianji didn't speak, just smiled, and looked around in the imperial garden at will: If Mingxin is interested, you can visit me occasionally, or you can visit the legendary Yunfu. Said, Jin Qianji smiled mysteriously: It is said that there is a famous chef who lives in Yunfu.

Lan Mingxin's eyes lit up: Really?

Jin Qianji continued: Of course it is true. It's just that the dragon doesn't see the end. When I start the official class, I will notify you when there is news, and you will sneak in at that time.

One word is for sure!

Tick ​​the tick!

Don't you need this?

hook!

really don't

Tick ​​or not!