Chapter 1338 (1/2)

Zhang Ziling looked at the porridge that Zhao Wuwei handed over, and did not have a correction, and reached for it directly.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ziling's expression did not change in any way.

See Zhang Ziling took over porridge, Zhao Wuwei turbid eyes also from the tears.

Zhang Ziling had a drink. Although the taste of porridge was not good, it was still acceptable. Perhaps because Zhao Wuwei was already weak to the extreme, many spices were not sure of the degree of good, and the taste was much worse than the porridge that Zhao Wuwei had made for Zhang Ziling.

After all, the heart has changed.

However, Zhang Ziling did not pour out porridge or drink it, or in front of Zhao Wuwei, he drank it, a drop of it was not left.

Looking at Zhang Ziling drinking, Zhao Wuwei mouth is also subconsciously slightly raised, turbid tears do not slip down.

My wish is over.

After drinking, Zhang Ziling also slightly brushed his sleeve. The four bowls of porridge on the table flew to zhaowuwei, jinruofan, Gu Tianming And in front of the body of the king.

”Try it. It's a gruel that you can't make.” Zhang Ziling looked at a few people and said, ”once, you are not the best friend?”

Jin ruofen and Gu tiandestiny looked at each other, and then he held the bowl and began to drink porridge with a big mouth.

Compared with the rare seafood that the two people enjoy on a regular day, Zhao Wuwei's bowl of porridge is difficult to say to them, but When Jin ruofan and Gu tiandestiny drink porridge, tears are falling from the corner of the eye.

This will be The last bowl of porridge in their lives.

The images of the past thousands of years of coexistence have been pouring into their minds.

Zhao Wuwei trembled his hands, holding porridge carefully, and drinking it in a small mouth.

Perhaps because Zhao Wuwei is old now, very old, Zhao Wuwei's appetite becomes very small, after drinking a few, Zhao Wuwei is no longer able to drink.

Although this porridge is Zhao Wuwei, but Zhao Wuwei has to admit that he cooked porridge It's hard to drink.

It's hard to swallow.

Zhao Wuwei looks at zhangziling and says, ”master, I......”

”Enough.”

Zhang Ziling said two words, which was to eliminate all Zhao Wuwei's ideas.

Zhao Wuwei opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything else.

In front of the body of the king, the bowl of porridge remained motionless.

Everyone knows that bowl of porridge won't move.

Wang Zhi is dead, the bowl of porridge Perhaps it was the only sacrifice to the king.

The ancestral of the Tang Dynasty, after death, there was no tomb tomb, no valuable funeral products, only a bowl of porridge that even street vendors could cook.

Outsiders can't imagine.

Jin ruofen and Gu tiandestiny are also very grateful for this.

But, as Jin ruofan and Gu tiandestiny know, they will be the same as the king.

The only difference is that they have just had the bowl of porridge.

The bowl of porridge was for them to cut off all the fetters of the sword of the past.

After drinking, they had no relationship with Zhang Ziling.

Now what Jin ruofan and Gu tiandestiny can do Wait for death.

On the stone table, there was also a bowl of porridge, the surface has solidified, no temperature.

Jin ruofen and Gu Tianming have not understood it now. That bowl of porridge Who is it for?

”Is there any wine?” Zhang Ziling sat on the stone stool and asked.

”Master, the little one has!” Jin ruofan hurriedly took out a jar of ”emperor drunk” from the space ring and sent it to Zhang Ziling respectfully.

”Emperor drunk...” Zhang Ziling looked at the wine Jin ruofan sent, and read a word softly, and all his eyes were missed.

He has I haven't had a ”emperor drunk” for a long time.

After ”emperor drunk”, Zhang Ziling said: ”congee is cool, wine is ready, not out?”