The sun was completely set, and the bamboo forest began to be dim and unclear. Haoyu was clumsyly cutting vegetables under the bamboo bushes, and the stove shone on his tired face lightly and darkly.

"Haoyu, I've been busy all day, what are you busy with?" Wei'ang walked over and frowned at the undesirable dish, smelling the smell of mush in the pot.

Whenever he was rarely out of the room, Da Migu and Xiao Migu also smelled the smell and came up with human form. Xiao Migu watched back and forth between the stove and Hao Yu, and finally sat down at the stone table with disgust.

Da Migu opened the pot that was overflowing with the smell, took a look, and squatted down to remove the firewood, leaving some carbon to stew it there... and then cooked the rice and it must be battered.

"Yanqing said she wanted to eat, so I'll go to rest after cooking." Haoyu looked up at Wei'ang and smiled. "Brother, you go and rest first."

"If you want to eat something, just let her eat it. There is no need to cook it yourself." Wei Ang glanced at Yanqing's house dissatisfiedly.

Haoyu looked at Wei'ang with a smile, lowered his head and cut the vegetables without answering him. Yanqing seemed to be making things difficult for him, but he liked such a dilemma... This shows that she didn't care as much as she acted.

Haoyu's rare good temper made Wei Ang come out without any trouble, "Is she asking you to cook it with your own hands?"

"Well... don't care, just be happy. Now I owe her the marriage to Zhiyue." Haoyu said softly.

"Since ancient times, it is normal for men to have three wives and four concubines. There is nothing to lose or owe. Besides..." Wei'ang stared at Haoyu angrily and said. "If you marry another ten or eight, she may not see it."

"No matter whether Yan is concerned or not, my wife is the only one." Haoyu looked up at Wei'ang and said seriously and solemnly. "You must understand that my wife can only be her."

"Anyway, she should be the duty of her wife. A man should be able to come back for a hard day outside and ask his wife to serve him, rather than waiting for her husband to come back at home!" Hou Ang said loudly. He deliberately said loudly so that Yan Qing in the house could hear it.

"Brother!" Hao Yu stopped the work in his hand and glared at Wei'ang with a slight anger.

Big Migu stood up, saluted Wei'ang seriously, and said coldly: "Big Prince! Just say that to you, I have to say something."

"Hmph!" Weiang snorted disapprovingly and looked at Da Migu coldly. She had been hiding from him for a while, and had never said nothing to him for so long. Now, when she started with courtesy, it probably wouldn't be anything that was heard.

Da Migu ignored Wei'ang's coldness and continued: "Yanqing did not want to marry the prince, but she was forced to become a kin to the prince without any knowledge. She had no matchmaker and had no bride, so she married someone else's wife. But not long after, the prince wanted to marry again and had a grand wedding. In this way, you don't feel wronged and are still accusing her of not fulfilling her wife's duties!"

"I have picked up my bag and ran away. Staying here and watching him marry another person is simply torment." Xiao Migu lay lazily on the stone table and curled her lips. "However, her spiritual power is low and her eyes are blind. Even if she walks for a long time, she will not stand and hide. She doesn't know how to escape."

When Haoyu heard Xiao Migu's words, he suddenly felt shocked behind his back and looked at Yan's house worriedly.

"Everyone said that it was a political marriage!"

Wei'ang turned Xiao Migu back to his original form, lifted her up with her ears, and roared in her ears. Xiao Migu was so scared that she meowed tremblingly.

Da Migu stood there silently, staring coldly at Wei'ang. Wei'ang was stunned by the coldness in Da Migu's eyes, and let his hands loosen and let Xiao Migu escape.

"The eldest prince is wrong. You tell me it's a political marriage, and you can also tell Princess Zhiyue that it's because of the need to collect spiritual power."

Yanqing used paper cranes in the room and Yang Hu told him to serve everything. Hearing Wei'ang's roar outside, he touched it out himself.

Xiao Migu escaped from Wei'ang's hand and was about to find a place to hide. Now that he saw Yanqing come out, he jumped into Yanqing's arms without thinking. Here Yanqing has the lowest spiritual power, but her arms are the safest, because Wei'ang and the others will not provoke her easily.

"Yanqing, believe me, that's really a political marriage." Haoyu looked at Yanqing and said helplessly.

"The truth we can see now is that I am a matchmaker and I am a matchmaker, and Princess Zhiyue is your wife whom you married to."

Yanqing caressed Xiao Migu comfortably, and hugged her slowly towards the stone table.

"Yanqing, after the matter is here, I will give you a grand wedding right away."

Haoyu walked over to support Yanqing, walked to the stone table and let her sit down, and put the cup of tea in her hand.

"No need, when your wedding is over, if you give me another wedding, wouldn't I become a concubine?" Yan Qing took a sip and smiled. "I, Yan Qing, will not let you insult me ​​with my concubine."

"You?" Wei Ang snorted coldly. "It's just a competing for Haoyu to be a concubine."

Yanqing pressed the teacup hard on the stone table and said slightly angrily: "Big Prince, if you look down on me like this, please make the decision and let Haoyu stay away from me. I have said a long time ago... Qi Dafei Ou. I just want to find someone who is equivalent to me to accompany you, and don't want to live humbly among a group of people who look down on me."

"Humble? Just Haoyu treasures your strength, will you be humble?" Wei Ang snorted coldly.

"Yanqing, what do you want me to be satisfied? Tell me, I will definitely do it." Haoyu frowned and looked at Yanqing worriedly. He vaguely felt that Yanqing might have really implemented the escape that Xiao Migu said.

"My stomach is very hungry. Just bring me the food you cooked. And people cannot drink tea when they are hungry, as this will hurt their stomachs and make them hungry the more they drink." Yan Qing frowned while furrowing her sore stomach.

Yanqing felt that the truth should not be said too much, and saying too much would make Haoyu be wary. Now what she should do is to be gentle with him and let him relax his vigilance, and the camera escaped on the day he got married. After the day he got married, he should not be able to escape again.

"Yanqing, you are an immortal, you won't be so hungry. Don't change the topic. Tell me everything you want me to do, and I will definitely try my best." Haoyu held Yanqing's hand tightly and said solemnly,

"I want you not to marry Princess Zhiyue, don't collect the twelve-colored spiritual power. Can you do it?" Yan Qing held Haoyu's hand and smiled gently.

"I'm sorry, these two things are not possible." Hao Yu stared at the smile on Yan Qing's face and said slowly.

"That's it? So letting you cook for me is the least difficult thing to make you feel." Yan Qing put Haoyu's hand on his lips and kissed him gently. The drooping eyelids were covering up the surging and sadness.

Haoyu sighed lightly, walked to the stove, raised the torch and put the cut vegetables down and stir-fry.

"Haoyu, Xiao Migu and I will not attend your wedding with Princess Zhiyue."

After saying that, Da Migu walked to Yan Qing and took Xiao Migu over. She smiled and said "Take care" to Yan Qing, and then flew into the sky.

He Hong, who had never appeared, finally opened the door and came out after Migu left, sat down on the threshold and looked at the sky silently.

"Wei'ang, don't worry too much about their young couple." Hou Ang didn't show up, but just shouted in the room.

Wei'ang looked at Haoyu, then at the sky, with all kinds of pain mixed on his face. In the end, he could only sigh and walk into the house with messy steps.

A supper was held happily under Yan Qing's all kinds of pickyness.

To be honest, Haoyu's skill in cutting vegetables and cooking skills are really not ordinary. But it is comforting that he was finally able to cook all the food.

Yanqing is really hungry now, and he eats these hungry dishes that are not very easy to know.

"You have been saying that this one is not delicious, and that one is not satisfied. But you have eaten all the food I cooked. Yanqing, why did I never know that you can eat so much?" Haoyu looked at Yanqing who was almost a wolf-like voracious.

Yan Qing was stunned and said, "How much food did I eat?" Haoyu kept pretending to give her food, because she was really hungry, so she kept eating.

"Half-pot rice, three dishes!" Haoyu was amused with the bare dish. If he hadn't tasted it secretly, he would have thought that the food he cooked was a delicious food on earth.

It seems that she is getting more and more able to eat after she gets pregnant. She has to restrain herself, otherwise if she continues like this, she will eat herself into a pig.

Yanqing put down the spoon in her hand and stood up and refused to eat it again. But when she stood up, she realized that she was already full of food.

"If you don't eat, let's go back and rest." Haoyu stood up and showed a handkerchief, intending to help Yanqing wipe his red lips. The oil from the meal was stained on her lips. Under the moonlight, it looked like two lubricated petals, which made him want to taste it.

Haoyu took back the half-stretched handkerchief, obeyed his heart, and slowly tasted the taste with his lips close to Yanqing.

As soon as Haoyu's breath approached, Yanqing instinctively wanted to avoid it. But when she remembered that parting was about to happen, she obeyed her heart, reached out to hook his neck, and kissed him lingeringly.

"Let's go back to the room." Haoyu panted and said anxiously. Yanqing's enthusiasm almost couldn't control it.

"But..." Yan Qing said with a low smile. "I'm overeating now and need to move, otherwise my stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Haoyu reached out to touch Xiang Yanqing's belly, feeling that it was already stretched out. He felt incredible: "With my skills, can you still eat enough?"

Yanqing was afraid that he would find out about her pregnancy, so he quickly patted his hand off and said, "I am respecting the fruits of your labor."

"Yes! Thank you for your service! Now we will go and take a walk to help you eliminate food." Haoyu didn't notice anything unusual and said with a chuckling.

"Aren't you tired? You can go back and rest first, I'll just walk alone."

"No, now the moon has just reached the end of the bamboo. We are walking in the bamboo garden, strolling along the moonlight. Isn't that a good thing?" Hao Yu helped Yan Qing and walked slowly.

"I didn't expect you to have some poetic feelings." Yan Qing smiled.

"Of course there is!" Haoyu looked at the shadows on the ground and said with a smile. "I'm still waiting for you to eat and continue working hard on what you haven't done just now?"

This man! Yan Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, put his heart on his feet, and decided not to pay attention to him anymore.
Chapter completed!