PFC Chapter 1043 The Demoness Moon and the Sword (Please refresh)
Chapter 1043 The Demoness Moon and the Sword (Please refresh)
Chapter 1043 The Demoness Moon and the Sword (Please refresh)
The firewood under the stove burned fiercely, and white steam billowed from the steamer, blurring the kitchen and mingling with the delicate aroma of pastries.
Emiya Shirou yawned, still a little sleepy as he spoke: "I don't know much about medicinal cuisine, and I don't know how long the herbs need to be cooked, but if it's porridge for a child, about 30 minutes on medium-low heat should be enough."
When Gao Lan heard that Xiao Yan wanted to test the pill formula of the real world, he generously brought out all kinds of rare and precious materials, spiritual herbs and exotic flowers from the Great Zhou Treasury, indicating that he could use them as he pleased, on the condition that half of the finished product be left behind.
Therefore, the Imperial Kitchen is now sparsely staffed, with mountains of medicinal herbs and fresh, blood-filled monsters each occupying half of the space.
There was another batch of death row inmates that were supposed to be sent as materials, but Xiao Yan sternly refused.
"I'll find some goji berries and cook you a bowl of medicinal porridge to boost your energy."
Xiao Yan waved his palm-leaf fan, causing the fire in the stove to flicker and dance. "Young people should really be more restrained."
"I just woke up at the Pinocchio Hotel, so jet lag is normal, right?" Shirou Emiya said speechlessly.
“That makes sense. I see you have plenty of kidney energy, so you shouldn’t have this kind of problem in the dream world,” Xiao Yan said with a smile.
"Is that place fun enough?" Huai Shi, who was secretly learning from others and helping out at the same time, asked with a gleam in his eyes, "Is it suitable for bringing a young lady along?"
"Well, it's a bit complicated to explain."
Emiya Shirou recalled the repeatedly shattered dream world and the 'Clockwork Old Man' in the leather suit, and felt that something was not quite right.
However, he also promised not to get involved in the matter on Sunday.
"Overall, not having to go to work is actually quite good."
Emiya Shirou praised, "Especially since one day in the outside world is equivalent to seven days in a dream, and countless seven-day weekends are like not having to go to work every day."
"..." Xiao Yan didn't know how to respond, so he could only say, "So you probably won't make that 'Survival' culinary disaster again, right?"
They've made Su Lin want to quit her job; if she keeps eating that kind of stuff, even the entire Zhutian City might have to close down.
"Of course not, this is a wedding!" Shirou Emiya said with an embarrassed smile, waving his hand hastily.
"That's good. My little Xiaoxiao hasn't eaten for many days. When she came to me, I thought you guys had bullied her," Fuxi said.
Xiao Yan and Emiya Shirou turned around abruptly, instantly looking bewildered.
Where did this guy come from?
"Xiaoxiao has been refusing to get too close to me lately, and she doesn't want to have children with me. Do you have any ideas?"
Fuxi glanced at the two of them, unaware of his incongruity in the kitchen, and instead casually started chatting: "What's wrong? Is there a problem? I see that your situation is similar to mine and Xiaoxiao's, so I came to ask if you have any insights."
'Who's in the same situation as you?!'
Xiao Yan and Emiya Shirou were stunned, not even noticing the flapping sounds coming from the pot and stove lids.
People all over the world think that "lovers will eventually become siblings" is the most vicious curse, but only Fuxi would think that it is the basic premise for the establishment of an ambiguous relationship.
Based on the strength displayed by Yan Sen, Su Lin, and others, as well as the introduction to the movie that Feng Xiaoxiao watched together, Fuxi acknowledges these creator gods from the different voids in terms of their status, believing that these people have the right to have an equal dialogue with him.
After further observation, he became even more satisfied with Feng Xiaoxiao's friends, especially Yan Di, Taiyi, and Jianzong.
Seeing the harmonious relationship between these siblings, and after being frustrated by Feng Xiaoxiao, he naturally wanted to communicate with them.
"When my remnant soul was reincarnated as the Human Emperor, I was also a good friend of Shennong. You can speak freely, I won't blame you." Fuxi thought Xiao Yan had some concerns, so he spoke to reassure him.
Although I am Emperor Yan, I am not Shennong, okay? Is there something wrong with holding a "Three Sages of Huoyun Cave's Sister-Complex Emotional Exchange Conference" here?
Xiao Yan really wanted to suggest that this guy go out and turn left to find Xu Kong and Heng Yu, but seeing Fu Xi asking so sincerely, a certain kind of experience and mindset called 'being there' was taking over his mind.
Recalling those days, my tears never dry.
When the chat group was first created, I, Xiao Yan, was the master of relationships in the group. I should have been able to handle family relationships with ease and confidence. How did it turn out like this?
"Ahem." Xiao Yan touched his nose and said lightly, "Feng Xiaoxiao's mindset in this world is still that of a teenage girl. Before her memories are fully awakened, it's not good for you to be too proactive."
"What's wrong with it?" Fuxi frowned.
Well, we have different opinions, and I got a direct rejection, especially when they asked for my opinion but then came up with their own ideas.
Xiao Yan put it another way: "If you want to make her happy, you have to take it step by step. Isn't it only natural for an older brother to make his younger sister happy?"
"Xiaowa doesn't want me to be too close to her. Should I also distance myself from her?" Fuxi asked.
"You two are already bound together. You could coax her for decades in the blink of an eye. Aren't you even willing to do that?"
Huai Shi subconsciously said with a hint of disappointment, "Take her to places like bubble tea shops more often, treat her to meals, and watch movies. Be more accommodating to her lower social classes rather than increasing the difficulty for her higher ones."
"Use different strategies for different psychological ages: be enthusiastic towards the cold, proactive towards the gentle, and occasionally be aggressive towards the tolerant."
Although he didn't know why Huai Shi was so skilled, Fu Xi nodded as if he understood something, and while pondering, he walked past Meng Qi and the others.
Xiao Yan: "."
Huai Shi: "."
Meng Qi: "."
The group exchanged bewildered glances, as if asking why the person had arrived without a word.
The environment of the real world itself limits the exertion of power, and Meng Qi also possesses the cause of all effects. Xiao Yan and the others did not notice it at first, while Fu Xi did not care at all and chatted in front of everyone.
"Brother Xi!" Meng Qi called out, "I have a younger sister!"
Fuxi's eyes showed appreciation.
“Their family lineage traces back to Emperor Fu, and they possess the ‘Dragon Turtle Back Longevity Manual’ and the ‘Heaven-Splitting Earth-Changing Melody.’ I would appreciate it if you could give her some pointers when you have time.” Meng Qi quickly said, his gaze too piercing.
This was both a transaction and an opportunity for Ruan Yushu.
"Hmm." Fuxi glanced at Ruan Yushu. Even without introductions, he could sense who here had the most talent for playing the zither. However, upon hearing that it was about teaching the zither, his interest waned considerably.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Wang Siyuan.
"The Wang family of Jiangdong inherited the Luoshu and calculations of Emperor Fu," Meng Qi said.
"We don't have much time left. I need to take Xiaoxiao to play. Let them have the Luoshu," Fuxi said.
'That's not your Luoshu either,' Meng Qi sometimes felt that communicating with Fuxi was a difficult thing.
After Fuxi left, Wang Siyuan subconsciously took a few steps back, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His sickly appearance became even more listless, and he muttered, "How is this possible? How is He still alive? The chaos is completely out of control!"
"I told you not to do it, but you wouldn't listen." Meng Qi chuckled; he enjoyed seeing the charlatan lose his composure.
Ignoring Wang Siyuan's self-talk, he was about to hint to the little foodie to take learning the piano seriously when he realized that there was no one beside him.
Looking again, Ruan Yushu, dressed in a snow-white dress, had already turned over the steamer, stuffed a piece of kudzu root and red bean cake shaped like a flower into her mouth, and while savoring it, she squinted her eyes and showed an expression of enjoyment.
It's not too sweet, but the aroma makes you feel like you're in a sea of flowers in spring. Even though it's a pastry or pastry, it's not bitter at all when you put it in your mouth, just like the rainy season when there's plenty of rain.
"Whoosh." Ruan Yushu wrinkled her nose, looked around, and asked, "The medicine smells good, but it's a bit burnt?"
Xiao Yan was taken aback and quickly looked at the medicinal porridge he was cooking.
Before she could even start, Ruan Yushu took a spoon and scooped out the top layer, putting it into a bowl. Then she added some honey, saying, "It can still be saved... Whew!"
She blew on it twice and then put it in her mouth, nodding happily in approval.
"It has all five flavors, the medicinal herbs don't overpower the taste, and the honey masks the slight burnt flavor—it's just right." After tasting it, Ruan Yushu turned her gaze to Meng Qi and handed him a bowl: "There's a little left, would you like some?"
Meng Qi chuckled and was about to reply when Xiao Yan said quietly, "If you two are happy, I'll tell Xiao Xiao that Uncle Meng took her breakfast to invite a pretty lady to dinner."
Ruan Yushu was stunned. She looked blankly at the small bowl of medicinal porridge in her hand and realized that this was not food prepared by the imperial kitchen but someone else's daughter's breakfast. A slight blush appeared on her cool and refined face.
"Just kidding, haha, it's just a bowl of porridge, we can just cook some more." Xiao Yan casually walked up behind Emiya Shirou and Huai Shi, and whispered, "Let's go, don't be a third wheel."
Meng Qi's expression darkened.
However, Ruan Yushu couldn't understand the meaning behind the words. Her attention was now completely focused on the food and how it was made.
"I'll have Emiya leave you a recipe book later, so you can make it yourself even when you get home," Meng Qi said.
"Okay." Ruan Yushu's lips curved slightly, her dimples appearing and disappearing. "I'll make it for you next time."
At this point, she lowered her eyes, then looked up again, adding, "You can bring your wife along."
With a faint smile, Meng Qi solemnly said, "Okay."
Then, he looked at the group of people who had tiptoed to the doorway, having sensed the change in atmosphere.
"Do you expect me to bring the breakfast over myself?"
"Don't you know how to use a hidden space in your sleeve?" Xiao Yan clicked his tongue and glanced at Meng Qi, but ultimately didn't say anything more, instead changing the subject to liven up the atmosphere:
"Miss Ruan, would you like the recipe for the medicinal cuisine?"
Today is not an auspicious day according to the Chinese almanac; it is just a day to entertain old friends and relatives who have arrived early, so not many tables have been set up.
Compared to the boasting and gossip of the mundane world, and the games of mahjong and dominoes, there is more mutual discussion and exchange of knowledge. Moreover, an ancient tea tree with needles stuck in its trunk and a bag of nutrient solution from the Dew of Creation hanging on it is rooted in the palace. Wouldn't it be a waste to waste the opportunity to gain enlightenment?
Gao Lan had also dismissed his ministers and come here early, but he was not here to cultivate. Instead, he looked at Zhao Heng, who was drinking tea, and said, "Why don't you become my son and the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou?"
puff--!
Zhao Heng felt like he almost choked to death.
Has the Mad King gone mad?!
“I’m serious. This way, the two countries can avoid war and unite into one country, and you can also control the power of humanity and all living beings.”
Gao Lan said in a serious tone, not like he was joking: "You and my third brother are good friends. It wouldn't be good if we hurt our relationship. I will become the Human Emperor, and you, as the heir to the throne, can also cultivate the Human Emperor's Golden Book."
If Meng Qi hadn't been there, Zhao Heng would have seriously suspected that Gao Lan was trying to frame him for treason.
"There's no rush. Think it over carefully. If you agree, I'll pass on the Human Emperor's Banner to you." Gao Lan didn't urge him.
“That doesn’t mean I need to acknowledge you as my father,” Zhao Heng’s lips twitched.
At the same time, he was also puzzled about what the Human Emperor Banner was, and why he had never heard of it before.
Gao Lan now possesses the Human Emperor's Sword, the Human Emperor's Golden Book, and an unheard-of divine weapon. Meanwhile, on the Great Jin side, he hasn't even touched the Heavenly Ladder yet. Even if Meng Qi doesn't help either side, the day of the country's demise is probably no more than twenty or thirty years away.
"Ugh"
"Ugh"
As Zhao Heng sighed, he glanced at the man beside him who was also uttering a sorrowful sound, and then...
Subconsciously, I lifted my hips and stepped back.
"Senior, please don't misunderstand. My secret technique only allows people to experience the hardships and process of a mother's ten months of pregnancy; it will not actually bring life into the world," Song Shuhang explained hastily with a bitter face.
"I know, but you should stay away from me for now." Zhao Heng took a few steps back. Although Meng Qi had explained to everyone, in a sense, he would rather face the Bewitching Black Lotus, who was ranked number one on the Black List.
Song Shuhang looked even more worried. He squatted in the corner and drew circles, while only Dou Dou, wearing only underwear, raised its paw to comfort him.
"Bewitching Black Lotus? Your seemingly innocent yet cunning nature shouldn't have been cultivated by me."
Unusually, Kaguya, a nocturnal being who appears during the day, didn't have dark circles under her eyes. Instead, she appeared here wearing a white Tang-style dress with cloud patterns, having changed out of her usual Japanese-style Western dress.
"This outfit?" Kaguya noticed Su Lin's gaze and smiled.
"Around the end of the eighth century, around the time we killed the Moon Messenger and fled, Eirin and I went to the Tang Dynasty, but it was also in the late period of the Age of Gods, so we went back."
What do you think of this limited-edition skin?
“I didn’t really feel the Cretaceous period before, but when I talk about the Tang Dynasty, I feel like you’re quite old.” Su Lin rubbed his chin.
"Is this the point?"
As they were talking, Meng Qi and the others entered the hall with food boxes. The aroma of food, the scent of cosmetics from the maids as they passed by, and the fragrance of tea trees mingled together, creating an indescribable aroma.
The crowd dispersed and then gathered, chatting and laughing, and for a moment, the palace was filled with a lively atmosphere.
Meng Qi originally wanted to talk to Su Lin about the Buddha's formless body, but after looking around, he suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
He nudged Su Lin with his elbow and asked, "Hey?"
"Claws?" Su Lin asked while eating shumai.
"Look over there." Meng Qi raised his chin, indicating the location of Ruan Yushu and Huiye.
"moon."
"?"
Then, he looked at the positions of Gu Xiaosang and Elena.
"Witch, sorceress."
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Su Lin's blank stare gradually turned into a deadpan expression: "Who is the sword?"
Meng Qi then looked at Xing, who was not far away, holding a baseball bat and imitating Jiang Zhiwei's "sword" technique, and smiled teasingly.
"You seem to have had an experience of being chased by a phoenix in Gensokyo before?"
(End of this chapter)