MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 47 Forty-seven tripods

◎I hope Miss Pei is happy◎

The hot temperature of the fingertips adhered to his palm, like a light piercing through thorns, enough to melt the cold snow of thousands of miles.

"Don't go." She whispered.

Pei Ming looked at her, and after a while, slowly squatted down: "Want me to stay?"

Song Dingding leaned over on the couch, his lips were pale and weak, and no longer had the strength to speak, he could only hold his hand tightly, as if to answer him.

"Okay." He squeezed his palm slightly and took her hand back: "I'm not leaving."

The moonlight flowed quietly between her temples, and the trembling eyelashes were stained with tiny dew, crystal clear.

Song Dingding lightly covered the storage ring on his index finger, opened the storage ring, and stretched out his hand towards him, motioning for him to help take out the spiritual energy pill in the ring.

Generally speaking, the storage ring will contain valuables, which is a very private thing. If she didn't have the strength to take it by herself, Pei Ming wouldn't let Pei Ming see her storage ring.

The space in her storage ring is not small, and there is a green field in sight, with some vegetables, fruits, and medicinal herbs growing in it, and there are sun-dried medicinal herbs and bottles and jars of medicinal herbs stacked in the cabinet.

Pei Ming found Buyuan Dan from all kinds of medicinal pills, and was about to leave when he looked up and saw a rose placed at the top of the black cabinet.

The roses without thorns on the rhizomes have been sun-dried into dried flowers, and the delicate red roses are fixed to their brilliant appearance when they are in full bloom, but the original flirtatious color has faded, and it has become a beauty of another texture.

This is the red rose he gave her at the Rose Manor, but she never thought that she would keep it in this form.

"did you find it?"

An angry voice came from the outside world. He tapped the white jade bottle at his fingertips, glanced at the air-dried red rose again, and turned away from her storage ring.

Pei Ming got up and sat on the edge of the couch, lifted her body, took out a tonic pill, and handed it to her lips.

With a sullen expression, she drank the replenishing Yuan Dan with his hand, but after a while, her cheeks regained their vigor and rosy color.

Song Dingding leaned in front of him, raised his head slightly, and saw his perfectly curved jawline through the tulle: "Walk downstairs with me?"

Pei Ming looked down at her: "You need to rest."

She shook her head: "I'm much better now."

Seeing Song Dingding's insistence, he didn't say any more, put his arms around her shoulders, and helped her down to the bed.

What she said was that she wanted to go down for a walk, but when she got downstairs, she went straight to the small kitchen in the front yard of the guest house.

In the kitchen at night, there are also staff guarding them. Two or three men are lying on the stone table outside the kitchen dozing off. Maybe they are too tired to live with the baby during the day. They slept so deeply that even someone walked into the kitchen. do not know.

Song Dingding regained some strength, entered the kitchen, and was able to walk back and forth by himself.

She looked around the kitchen, perhaps because the owner of Qingping Villa was originally an aristocrat from the animal kingdom, and even after leaving there, she still kept her eating habits.

In the kitchen, in addition to eating utensils such as large iron pots, steamers, retorts, and retorts, there are also cooking tools such as western bread ovens, pans and soup pots.

Song Dingding moved a small wooden pier for Pei Ming and asked him to sit in the kitchen and wait, while she was busy beside the bread oven.

When there are no guests on weekdays, this small kitchen is where people cook, so most of the flour in the kitchen is mixed with bran.

She used a sieve to sieve the fine flour, and then added cornstarch in a 4:1 ratio and mixed it to make low-gluten flour.

Take five eggs, wipe off the water stains in the container, put the egg whites and egg whites separately, add an appropriate amount of fine sugar to the egg yolks, stir well, add salad oil and milk, and continue to stir.

Then sift in the low-gluten flour, and slowly stir until the egg batter is smooth and fine without particles, set aside for later use.

Take out the container of egg whites, add caster sugar to the egg whites in three batches, and beat the egg whites to a fine foam until the egg whites are whipped to a dry foam.

Since this step was too labor-intensive, Song Dingding decisively handed the egg beater to Pei Ming and demonstrated it in front of him: "Can you help me?"

Pei Ming didn't know what she wanted to do, but since she took the initiative to ask for help, he wouldn't reject her either.

He took the egg beater, followed her example, and moved the egg cream in one direction, while she stood beside him, and when the egg cream was almost beaten, she added some fine sugar to it.

Neither of the two said a word, the cicadas on the trees in the yard burst into bursts, the bright moon shone in the sky, the night wind soothed the broken hair between the foreheads, and the heart was peaceful.

When the egg custard was whipped until the egg beater was lifted and the egg whites could pull out the upright triangles, Song Dingding took the whipped egg whites from him and added the egg whites into the egg yolks in three batches.

After mixing well, she weaves a circular mold with bamboo strips, pours the cake batter, and puts it into the dome-shaped bread oven wrapped in thick adobe bricks and mortar.

Song Dingding couldn't squat down, and the work of burning the fire fell on Pei Ming again.

He followed his titular mother when he was a child, and learned how to cook tea and warm wine, as well as elegant things such as ritual, music, shooting and writing.

When he was older, he was imprisoned in the cellar until his heart was gouged out. All he thought about every day was how to see Pei Yuan, but he practiced sleepless day and night.

This is the first time that Pei Ming has approached the kitchen. Looking at the black charcoal in the bread oven, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "How to burn it?"

This was the first thing he said to Song Dingding after he entered the kitchen.

She froze for a moment, picked up the fire book and blew it. When the top caught fire, she handed the fire book to Pei Ming: "Put it in and light the black charcoal."

After that, Song Dingding added another sentence: "The fire should not be too large, it should be roasted gently."

Pei Ming took the fire book and threw it into the bottom of the oven. He didn't ignite the black charcoal, but even the fire book went out.

He picked up the fire book, blew the fire book like Song Dingding, and threw it into the oven again, but it went out again.

Just when she couldn't help but want to say something, she saw him turn over his palm expressionlessly, a cluster of fireworks suddenly ignited in his palm, and he threw it into the bottom of the oven with a 'coax'.

Song Dingding: "..."

She swallowed and heard the sound of crackling charcoal burning in the bread oven, and reminded in a low voice, "Maybe, the fire can be a little smaller?"

Pei Ming raised his black eyes: "Why is it small?"

She pointed to the small shovel next to the bread oven: "Use this shovel to shovel out some charcoal fire."

Song Dingding thought for a while and said, "I'll do it."

She was about to squat down with pain when she saw him pick up a small shovel quickly and shovel out a small part of the charcoal: "I can."

Seeing that Pei Ming did a good job, she praised: "Miss Pei is great."

Hearing the tone that was almost coaxing a child, Pei Ming's eyes drooped slightly, and he raised his lips, as if he was silently laughing at her childishness.

Song Dingding observed for a moment, walked to the chopping board, and kneaded the dough with flour and water.

After about a stick of incense, she smelled the faint aroma of cake in the air, and after about the same time, she boiled water in an iron pan.

When the water was slightly boiling, she knocked a poached egg into the pot, and then rolled a long noodle into the pot.

Add a little soy sauce, chicken essence and salt to the bowl, and when the noodles are cooked, pour a spoonful of white noodle soup into the bowl, remove the noodles, drizzle with sesame oil and chopped green onion, and it is a bowl of fragrant longevity noodles.

The longevity noodles are cooked here, and the cakes over there are baked. Song Dingding whipped butter, powdered sugar, and milk to make cream, and spread the cream on the cakes with a small silver knife.

The whole kitchen is filled with a faint aroma, and even the night wind is full of fragrant cake smell.

Song Dingding shrunk the candle with mercy, inserted it in the center of the cake, lit the candle again, raised his head a little embarrassedly, and looked at Pei Ming.

She remembered the double punishment warned by the system, and her heart sank, and she clapped her hands and sang, "I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday..."

Before Song Dingding sang, she thought that as long as she didn't feel embarrassed, it would be others who were embarrassed, but during the singing process, she couldn't help but scratch her toes, as if she could deduct an island in the next moment.

On the contrary, Pei Ming didn't react, but just supported his jaw with his arm and stared at her with his head tilted.

She gritted her teeth and sang the last sentence "Happy birthday to you", looked up at Pei Ming's black eyes, pointed to the candles on the cake and said, "Miss Pei, make a wish."

He asked, "When you make a wish, can it come true?"

Song Dingding nodded: "Of course, as long as you make a wish and blow out the candle, God will help you make your wish come true!"

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the wish can be fulfilled or not, the most important thing is the joy of making a wish at this moment.

She didn't know what to do to make it a so-called unforgettable life, so she could only do her best to make him feel happy.

Pei Ming said: "Then I made a wish."

She was about to nod when she heard his faint voice: "I hope that A Ding can fall in love with me."

Song Dingding: "..."

"Miss Pei, let's change your wish." She was silent for a long time, don't turn her head away, her expression was slightly unnatural: "It doesn't work if you say it."

Pei Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the candles swaying left and right on the cake. After a moment, he blew out the candles.

Seeing him blow out the candle, she asked curiously, "What wish did you make?"

After saying that, she suddenly realized that she had just said the words 'It doesn't work if you want to say it', and quickly said: "Don't say it, I will ask casually."

Pei Ming chuckled and said nothing.

Song Dingding cut a piece of cake, put it on a plate, and pushed it in front of him: "How about a taste."

Clinging to the silver fork with clear-knotted fingers, he took a small bite of the cake and put it between his teeth.

The cake is baked soft and delicate, with cold whipped cream, the entrance is sweet, slightly icy, and the dense taste lingers between the teeth.

Pei Ming is fond of sweets and has loved sweet cakes since he was a child. He has never eaten anything sweet since he met Song Dingding at the age of thirteen.

After many years, I have recollected the sweetness again, but I have lost the original state of mind. I only feel that this sweetness is optional - if I have it, I can take two bites. If it is not, it doesn't matter if I don't.

Seeing him finish eating that piece of cake, Song Dingding lay on the wooden pier table in the kitchen and leaned over his head: "Is it delicious?"

Pei Ming nodded slightly, and hummed the word "um" in a nasal voice.

Song Dingding brought longevity noodles and pushed it in front of him: "Miss Pei, try this."

He asked, "What is this?"

She handed over chopsticks: "Longevity noodles, you can live longer if you eat them."

Pei Ming chuckled and put the candle on the cake on the poached egg in the bowl.

He lit a candle, and the candle light flickered on his face: "I will give you a chance to make a wish. You don't have to ask God, I will help you make it happen."

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment: "Make a wish?"

She thought about it and smiled, "Any wish is fine?"

"Well." Pei Ming turned his eyes and said softly, "Anything is fine."

"I hope..." Song Dingding folded his hands and said to the candle, "I hope Miss Pei is happy."

The voice fell, the wind stopped, and the air seemed to be still.

With a loud roar, the blue and clear sky was instantly covered by rolling dark clouds, and the dark sky suddenly gave birth to a thick and long blue-purple thunder and lightning.

The candle flame suddenly went out. She was frightened by the sudden lightning and thunder. Seeing Pei Ming motionless, she subconsciously grabbed his hand: "It's just about to rain, don't be afraid."

The torrential rain outside the door, as if the sky was about to fall, poured down with a bang, hitting the ground with splashes.

Pei Ming was sitting in the dark, the dark room made it difficult to see his expression, his palm without temperature seemed to be as cold as a dead man, and only the sound of inaudible breathing proved that he was still alive.

Song Dingding heard the shouts of the cooks coming from the yard, and they ran back in the rain: "The rain is so heavy that it won't stop for a while, so go back and see the children."

Their voices drifted away, leaving only the crackling rain outside the door. She and Pei Ming seemed to be forgotten by the world, and the loneliness in the room made people panic.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the reward has been distributed to the favorability column, please check the host in time! 】

【Ding! Favorability +10]

【Ding! Favorability +15]

The system voice said cheerfully: "Xiao Ai, congratulations to the host, the strategy has reached 90% favorability. I hope the host will continue to work hard and complete the strategy mission as soon as possible."

Song Dingding was stunned for a while after listening to the sound of the system's continuous broadcast before suddenly reacting.

So soon...to reach 90% favorability?

In other words, with only 10% favorability left, she can go home?

She twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh, but couldn't.

I don't know if the system will give her time to say goodbye if she achieves 100% favorability.

As soon as the task was completed, Song Dingding's tense nerves also relaxed.

She lay on the table, turned her head to look at the rain outside the door, and closed her eyes slightly for a long time.

Her body temperature was so hot that it stained his icy palm. She heard herself muttering in a low voice, "Miss Pei, you must fulfill my wish for me."

Song Dingding fell asleep, breathing slowly and steadily.

I don't know when, the rainstorm outside the door is getting smaller, and the sound of the rain is mixed with a whisper: "But, the wish will not work."

…

The light rain continued until dawn, the sky gradually became brighter, and the whiteness of the fish's belly appeared in the dawn in the distance.

The sound of the rooster crowing woke Song Dingding, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The line of sight happened to meet his black eyes, and the eyes met, the cold wind after the rain blew, and she was jolted and suddenly woke up.

Song Dingding sat up straight, wanting to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was still clutching his palm, hurriedly released it, and retracted his right hand.

Compared to her panic, Pei Ming appeared indifferent and calm. He put down the silver fork in his hand: "The rain has stopped."

Song Dingding's eyes fell on the silver fork, and then moved to the empty bamboo strip mold, with a slightly surprised expression: "Miss Pei, have you finished eating the cake?"

The cake she made was not small, it was eight inches long, and she thought that if she couldn't finish it, she would send some to Li Hua.

Unexpectedly, Pei Ming ate something so sweet and greasy in one night.

Song Dingding couldn't help but said: "Eating too much cake will accumulate food. If Miss Pei likes to eat it, I will make it for you later."

Pei Ming's expression was scattered, and he gently wiped the corners of his lips: "No, I'm tired of eating too much."

He seemed to be making a pun, but she didn't hear it, just nodded: "It's dawn, let's go back."

Song Dingding had to go back and borrow some clothes before everyone woke up, or else there would be wounds on the back of the clothes, which would be bad for people to see.

She was in a hurry to go out, and as soon as she walked downstairs, she ran into Daojun Yuwei.

Daojun Yuwei was the only one among those men who didn't suffer, except for Ma Yun, who was injured in his legs and feet, and Lu Cha, who didn't show up very much.

He entered the bath that day and wanted to take a bath, but knowing that Song Dingding might come in, he couldn't pass the test in his heart.

Later, when she entered the bath, he heard those people say that she had recovered her spiritual power. His first reaction was to ask her if there was anything strange about it.

And Song Dingding was just admonishing Li Hua not to get close to the waterfall. He listened to it and thought it was reasonable, so he thought to observe it first, and it would not be too late to recover his spiritual power after those who soaked the waterfall were safe.

It was just such a delay that he avoided a catastrophe, instead of being pregnant with a baby spirit with a big belly like those male disciples.

Yuwei Daojun's eyes fell on her, and then turned to Pei Ming behind her: "It rained last night, you went out?"

Song Dingding nodded: "I wanted to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for Miss Pei, but it suddenly rained heavily and we were trapped in the kitchen."

Anyway, Daojun Yuwei already knew that she was a woman, so he couldn't spend the night with two women, and he would be jealous and go crazy.

Hearing this, Daojun Yuwei didn't react, but said with a solemn expression: "I just have something to discuss with you in this seat."

"Qingping Mountain Villa does not allow abortion. If they wait until they give birth to baby spirits, I don't know how long it will take. This seat cannot afford to delay. We must find a way to get the swallowing dragon ball and leave this place as soon as possible."

Song Dingding raised his eyebrows: "What does Daojun Yuwei mean?"

Yuwei Daojun said: "I have asked the doctor of Qingping Villa, and the wife is about to give birth. Now the first thing is to let the wife give birth to a child safely. When we get the swallowing dragon ball, we will leave first."

Her eyes were slightly cold: "Then what about my master? Stay here?"

Yuwei Daojun pondered for a moment: "At that time, we will gather seven swallowing dragon **** and summon the savior dragon, and it will not be too late to rescue them..."

Song Dingding couldn't help interrupting him: "You said it nicely, even if you are willing to come back to save them, if the dragon is summoned, the secret realm will collapse, can you save them?"

"If it was you who was pregnant, would you still say such a thing with justice and awe, let's leave you alone and leave first?"

"In your eyes, the people of Sanlu and Jiuzhou are lives, and my master and others are not living lives, right?"

After several questions in a row, Daojun Yuwei remained silent.

In his cognition, sacrificing for the righteousness of the common people is a matter of course. Any little love and personal feelings, between thousands of lives, are not worth mentioning.

Song Dingding asked these questions, he never thought about it, or in other words, when he proposed this plan to her, he had already tacitly agreed that those people could not be saved.

I don't know how long it took, Yuwei Daojun slowly said: "What do you want to do?"

Hearing his compromise, Song Dingding said without hesitation, "Let's do this first, wait until Lu Qingchen is born."

After a brief conversation that day, she found that his wife had a lot of psychological problems. In addition, the summer heat and the lack of appetite, the wife was reluctant to eat, which made the problem even more difficult.

Song Dingding needs to find and unravel his wife's knot through more contacts. It will take a while, and it just so happens that Lu Qingchen is about to give birth in about half a month. By the time he has given birth, the matter here will be settled.

At that time, she will also study how Lu Qingchen gave birth to a child, and she will also have a good idea to expel the baby spirit from Li Hua's body.

Daojun Yuwei didn't say anything more, he pressed his lips slightly, took out a jade-white round box from his sleeve, and handed it to Pei Ming: "Yesterday, when you were born, I wanted to give it to you this afternoon, but you weren't there. Room."

Pei Ming took the jade box and played with his fingertips twice: "What is this?"

Yuwei Daojun explained: "Although the vanishing cream for removing decay and promoting muscle is not as effective as Yuji Dan, but insisting on daily application can also remove scars, which may be useful to you."

Pei Ming smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

The curvature of the lower lip of the veil is light and shallow, facing the gentle dawn, the dark red tear mole under the lining of the eye is more and more attractive.

Daojun Yuwei was fascinated, and subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the tear mole at the end of his eye.

Song Dingding's light brown pupils shrank, and he hardly thought about it. He raised his hand and patted his arm, and dragged Pei Ming behind him: "There are differences between men and women, not to mention that you are master and apprentice, isn't Yuwei Daojun? Know how to avoid suspicion?"

These straight words, like a slap in the face again, Yuwei Daojun came back to his senses, his eyes were slightly sullen.

But what he was angry with was not Song Dingding, but his own gaffe. He pursed his lips into a straight line, turned around and left in a hurry.

Song Dingding gritted his teeth and stared at his retreating back, eager to catch up and bite him.

This dog man, just a bottle of vanishing cream, still wants to take advantage of Pei Ming, what? !

"Miss Pei, the one who truly loves you will love you no matter what you become."

Song Dingding turned around and grabbed Pei Ming's hand, and said sadly, "He can't accept your current appearance, he doesn't really love you."

She doesn't care whether Yuwei Daojun loves Pei Ming or not, anyway, because of his virtue, there is no way to steal people from her.

Pei Ming raised his lips and smiled a little carelessly: "Really?"

Song Dingding nodded vigorously and was about to say something when he heard Lu Cha's cry on the arch bridge in the distance.

She was stunned for a moment, then walked over quickly: "What are you crying for?"

Lu Cha was soaked all over and looked very embarrassed. His face was full of tears, and he knelt on the ground: "Sister Gu received a letter from Feijian in the middle of the night yesterday, saying that you were tied by Lu Qingchen to the bamboo forest, leaving Sister Gu alone. Go to the bamboo forest to save you, or I will kill you."

"Sister Gu went to the lady's room first, but you weren't in the room. She couldn't find the lady everywhere, so she came to me. Sister Gu asked me to continue looking for you. She went to the bamboo forest by herself, and she hasn't come back yet."

Song Dingding's face changed slightly: "Bamboo forest? The bamboo forest the housekeeper didn't let us go to at night?"