Ye Chen looked at her and smiled: "I think there is no reason to like someone. It should be based on the heartbeat of that moment."

Murong Qianqian felt that this was a difficult philosophy to understand. What kind of momentary heartbeat was considered a momentary heartbeat?

Is it a "thud~" sound, or a "bang~" sound?

She thought about it for a long time, and suddenly felt that she should not ask herself about this matter, but should ask the person involved, Xuanyuan Yao. After all, everyone has a different tone.

Thinking of this, she bid farewell to Ye Chen and ran back to Lioxia Palace. First she changed into a beautiful pink dress.

But as soon as I thought about it, I felt that Xuanyuan Yao might like the color white, so I took out a white dress embroidered with green vines from the cabinet.

She pulled her hair up again, but after taking a photo in front of the bronze mirror, she thought that Xuanyuan Yao might like the way her long hair fluttered, because it made her look more fairy-like, so she let it go.

Xiangmo watched Murong Qianqian trembling for a long time, covering her mouth and secretly asked Dabao, "Has the empress suffered another blow today?"

Dabao frowned, remembering that Murong Qianqian only wore one shoe when she came back, and sighed: "I guess this blow was not light."

Murong Qianqian finally put things in order. She thought she could ask Xuanyuan Yao nicely now what he liked about her, but she felt that she couldn't express her sincerity by doing so empty-handed.

Then he waved his hand and said: "Xiang Mo, what do Concubine Meng and Concubine Zhen usually bring when they go to see the emperor?"

Xiangmo replied: "It's probably some nourishing ginseng soup. I heard Haitang say before that Concubine Zhen made a pot of soup when she went to visit the emperor.

I forgot what kind of soup it was, but I heard that the emperor liked it very much, so he praised Concubine Zhen for her virtuousness and virtue, and rewarded her with many treasures."

Murong Qianqian snorted coldly, "It's just a pot of soup. What's the big deal? I can do it too!"

Xiang Mo was half-convinced and said dullly: "My Lady, last time you made a pot of black-bone chicken and Codonopsis pilosula soup on a whim, and the whole palace was made to have diarrhea for three whole days. I'm afraid..."

Murong Qianqian said angrily: "I just didn't distinguish the seasonings clearly at that time. Now that I have distinguished them clearly, such a situation will definitely not happen."

…

The sun sets slowly over the mountains, and a touch of sunset renders the clouds colorful.

Xiang Mo, four living treasures, and four golden flowers stood at the door of the kitchen, pacing back and forth anxiously, their faces looking uglier than eating shit.

Erhua said worriedly: "Sister Xiangmo, the empress has been locked in the kitchen for a long time. Do you think something will happen?"

Xiangmo frowned, turned around and looked at Dabao and said, "Dabao, why don't you climb over the window and take a look~"

Dabao jumped back as if he had heard the most terrifying ghost story in the world: "I won't go, there is no room for my head to be smashed by the empress."

Xiang Mo turned his attention to the second, third, and fourth treasures again, and stretched out his hand, "How about you..."

The three of them looked at each other, and then rolled their eyes in unison, "Ouch, why does this slave feel like his head is starting to feel dizzy? It must be that the shovel hit me too hard."

After saying that, they all lay down on the ground and fainted.

Dabao felt that he was missing a move, so he immediately trembled, held his head in his hands and cried, "I also have a headache, and I also fainted."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the four golden flowers turned paler than the other. They looked at each other and fainted in unison.

Xiang Mo twitched her brows, do these slaves need to react so loudly? Although the consequences for breaking into the kitchen are somewhat...but the empress can only hit her with a spatula a few times, and she won't die.

Hey~ The empress said she wanted to make soup for the emperor, but she hasn’t come out for a few hours since she entered the kitchen, and she doesn’t know what’s going on inside.

In the kitchen.

Murong Qianqian held a spatula in one hand and stared at the boiling water in the casserole while looking at the messy materials on the table with a rather tangled look.

When making chicken soup, do you put the chicken first or the oil first? If you put the oil first, should you pour out the water before adding it?

Moreover, such a big chicken has such a small opening in the casserole. How should it be put in? It’s really a nerve-wracking problem.

Just when Murong Qianqian was struggling, the water in the casserole had boiled dry, and thick smoke came out from the bottom of the pot.

Murong Qianqian was startled, and quickly turned around to grab a ladle to catch the water, but in a hurry, she flipped her sleeves and robe and knocked over the casserole.

The casserole was hot and heavy, and it hit her foot with a "bang~" sound. The pain immediately made her scream and pick up the injured foot, while jumping wildly.

But when she jumped, she accidentally knocked over the oil tank next to her, and the oil in the tank immediately flowed out.

Just after hearing the sound of "coax~", the flames suddenly became as fierce as a fire dragon, and the entire kitchen was engulfed in flames.

Murong Qianqian turned pale with fright, and subconsciously shouted at the top of her voice, "Get out of the water, get out..." However, as soon as she opened her mouth, a thick smoke choked her throat, causing her to cough.

In the billowing smoke, Murong Qianqian desperately rushed to the door, but the kitchen door had been locked by her just now. Now she couldn't find the lock anywhere.

Outside the door, there was shouting.

"Empress, are you still there? Empress, please don't scare the slaves~"

"Someone, come here, there is a leak in Liuxia Palace~ Come here quickly, there is a leak in the Liuxia Palace, there is a leak~"

"My dear, my dear, please open the door quickly. There is water in the kitchen. Are you roasting chicken?"

Murong Qianqian choked to tears and cursed in her heart, sh|it, roast you sister, it is my mother who is being roasted now, she was just making soup for cheating my father.

It seems that the beauty is really ill-fated, even God is envious, jealous and hates her beauty, but it would be too ugly to be burned to death.

While she was wiping her tears secretly, the kitchen door was kicked by someone, and the door frame was kicked open suddenly. Murong Qianqian only heard a "bang~" sound, and her eyes suddenly flashed with gold.

"sh|it, who kicked the door? Ahem~ My nose is deformed~"

"It's me!"

In the thick smoke, Murong Qianqian vaguely saw a tall figure flashing in front of her eyes. Immediately, her waist tightened, and her body was lifted lightly on someone's shoulders.

Xuanyuan Yao picked up Murong Qianqian with one hand and jumped out of the kitchen with lightning speed. His posture was elegant and light, so cool.

Murong Qianqian looked at Xuanyuan Yao infatuatedly. She felt that he was indeed the man she fancied. He could show his grace and elegance at this critical moment, and she fell to her knees.

The fire in the kitchen was finally extinguished, but the dark mess seemed to be crumbling when blown by the wind, so it probably needed to be rebuilt.

Xuanyuan Yao stared at Murong Qianqian, who was also in the same darkness, with a stern face, his brows knotted and he said: "Murong Qianqian, what on earth are you doing?"
Chapter completed!