She knew clearly that no matter who it was, it was not her Nishinomiya, but... she still couldn't help but ask...
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao was slightly startled, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
When Nishimiya asked him this question, he looked a little startled.
"Wow, chicken soup, this is my favorite!" A pleasant voice came into his mind.
That was what Beigong Tengxiao said to Chu Jiaoli when they had dinner after arriving at Nanyue.
"She... also likes chicken soup..." Beigong Tengxiao did not answer Xi Gongshu's words, but kept talking to himself.
He didn't know why, but the longer Zhonggong Huanli disappeared, the more he felt that she resembled Chu Jiaoli...
He frowned and pondered for a long time. He was distracted and drank the chicken soup to the bottom. He took out a silver ingot from his arms and put it on the table. Then he stood up and said, "Thank you, the chicken soup is delicious." As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and left. Xi Gong Xiju stayed there for a long time without moving. Looking at the silver ingot on the table, what came to his mind was his raw "Thank you".
My heart suddenly twitched violently, and tears poured out like a bursting dam.
"Why..." She said with a slight tremor in her voice, "Is it because I'm not good enough to you?"
Beigong Tengxiao was worried, and he didn't know how he got on the carriage or when he returned to the embassy's dormitory.
The room was extremely quiet. Beigong Tengxiao stared at the red carpet in the center of the hall in a daze. It would be great if Chu Jiaoli was here. She would dance for him. She dances beautifully. Whenever he is upset, as long as she is with him
Just dance in front of him and his thoughts will magically calm down.
From then on, he no longer had any heart palpitations for dancing with any woman, until... the night of the Peach Blossom Festival.
He saw the dance of Zhonggong Huanli. He had only seen it once from a distance. Her graceful figure and graceful dancing were exactly the same as his pear, perfect and impeccable...
A familiar palpitation suddenly came to my heart and could not subside for a long time.
He didn't know when he would smile for her for a long time, but he quickly calmed down when he noticed her affection for him.
Such a tangled feeling bothered him.
He tried his best to restrain himself from combining the two women into one. He could not let Chu Jiaoli feel sorry for her, nor could he hurt her.
When they first met, he was disgusted and disgusted with her. Her careless look completely ruined her image.
His pear is so quiet, so gentle, she doesn't say a harsh word, she seems to be fearless, but she is too timid to call him by his name...
He always compared her with Chu Jiaoli. The more he compared her, the more disappointed he became, the more disappointed and disgusted he became.
But he didn't know when he started to unconsciously reach out his hand to protect her behind him. At first, he thought he just wanted to be angry with Xiang Yini, but then he found that Xiang Yini was not that important in his heart at all. Perhaps it was her speaking for Chu Jiaoli that moved him a little, and it was just a return gift with a little effort.
After reaching out, he found that she was not as unbearable as he thought. She was kind and simple. She would hold back her restless temper for him and read books that she found boring...
The number of times she disturbed him was getting less and less. She was getting quieter and quieter, but she was getting happier.
When he stopped being tired of her, it was probably the moment he hugged her to the bed. Her breathing sound was so similar to Chu Jiaoli's. It turned out that her hands would be cold and she would be fragile...
Maybe it's just that he is tolerant, and he doesn't dare to admit that he has a crush on her. For Chu Jiaoli, he must suppress it, he must restrain himself, and he must keep a distance from her.
Her departure seemed to evacuate his heart, just like when Chu Jiaoli left, it made him panic.
Silly girl, come back, come back safe and sound, I will escort you back to Zhongluo safely.
Jingyue looked at his distracted look, pursed her lips, and said, "Your Highness, you ate very little just now. Do you need the kitchen to cook something more?"
As soon as the words fell, silence returned to the room. Beigong Tengxiao seemed as if his soul had left his body and did not respond for a long time.
When Jingyue wanted to secretly sigh a little sadly, Beigong Tengxiao spoke.
"Sobering Up Soup."
Jingyue was stunned for a moment, and raised her eyebrows slightly. The voice was so fragile that it disappeared in the wind in an instant, like an auditory hallucination in a moment.
He frowned slightly and asked, "Did His Highness just talk about the hangover soup?"
"Let the dining room make a bowl of hangover soup." Beigong Tengxiao's eyes were lonely.
A trace of confusion flashed across Jingyue's eyes, and she said: "But... His Highness did not drink alcohol..."
"I want to drink." Beigong Tengxiao insisted.
"Yes." Jingyue stopped asking any more questions, bowed her head in agreement, and immediately ordered the maid to notify the dining room.
When Chu Jiaoli was alive, she would serve him a bowl of hot hangover soup after he finished drinking.
He missed that smell, the smell of care and affection, which made him feel that there were still people in this world who cared about him.
Hangover soup is not something he likes to drink, but because it is made by Chu Jiaoli, he will drink it all even if he pinches his nose. He doesn't like to make her worry.
One day, he was very drunk in front of her grave, and in a daze, he tasted that smell again.
He swallowed it one bite at a time, and his lips and teeth were filled with the same soup flavor, as if nothing had changed, and his pear was still by his side.
After he woke up, he learned that it was Zhonggong Huanli who did it. For a moment, he didn't know how to react...
He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, feeling extremely complicated.
In the melancholy, the hangover soup has been prepared and served.
Every time he drank hangover soup, he would be so drunk that he passed out. He had never seen anything like it.
Looking at the fragrant fragrance on the table, he frowned slightly.
This taste was very different from what he imagined.
When the dining room entertains Prince Beiming, it is natural that he uses the best ingredients and will not make anything unpleasant to taste or smell. If it is not said to be a sobering soup, it would not be an exaggeration to put it at a palace banquet.
He scooped up a spoonful and tasted it, then slowly frowned and put the spoon down.
"Your Highness, is it not to your liking?" an attendant asked politely.
"This is not a hangover soup." Beigong Tengxiao's voice was low, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
The guard was stunned for a moment and then said: "Back to Your Highness, there are many kinds of sobering soup. This bowl of sobering soup has the best sobering effect and is also the most delicious. If Your Highness is not satisfied, I will ask the cook to make more kinds." After a long time, Beigong Tengxiao responded softly: "Yeah."
Two-quarters of an hour later, no less than thirty kinds of hangover soups were listed on the table. Bei Gong Tengxiao took the trouble to taste one by one. The cook and the attendant stood aside with worried faces, carefully observing Bei Gong Tengxiao's face.
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After he tasted them all, the disappointment in his eyes became even more serious. He put down the spoon, frowned and said, "None of these..."
