"Ah, this, Zhishu, there are a lot of red marks on my neck. If others see it, it will be troublesome. What should I do?" Nalan Meng said coquettishly.
Zhishu smiled and said: "Princess, it's okay, these are evidence of the love between you and His Royal Highness. You can wear a scarf around your neck to cover it up later!"
"Then go and find me a scarf." Nalan Meng said anxiously. She didn't want others to see this scene.
"Yes, I'll go right away." Zhishu said and hurried to the next room to look for a scarf.
Looking at the marks on the princess's neck, she thought, it must have been very intense between the princess and His Royal Highness last night, right?
After a while, Zhishu brought a snow-white fox fur scarf.
Nalanmeng quickly put on the scarf and used fox fur to cover the red marks on her neck, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, the magistrate smiled and said, "Princess, have you and His Highness the Crown Prince reconciled again?"
Nalan Meng said shyly: "He and I have nothing to do with each other. Once the misunderstandings are cleared up, things will be fine."
"That's good, then I'll feel relieved! Maybe it won't be long before you have a heir apparent!" Zhishu said with a smile.
"Zhishu, you are not allowed to talk nonsense." Nalan Meng hurriedly stopped Zhishu, pretending to be angry.
But Zhishu could tell that the princess looked angry on the surface, but in fact, there was lingering sweetness between her eyebrows.
"Meng'er." At this moment, Nalan Jun's voice came from outside.
Nalanmeng quickly stood up and went out to greet him, "Father, why are you here?"
Nalan Jun glanced sideways at Zhishu, who quickly stepped back knowingly.
After Zhishu left, Nalan Jun walked into the room, put his hat on the table, sighed deeply, and sat down at the table, "Really, what did I do last night?"
, it actually failed!”
Nalan Meng sat opposite Nalan Jun and said calmly: "Father, if Chu Xuanchen is so powerful, how can he be so easy to assassinate?"
"But the people I sent were all elite men from Donglin. I didn't expect that they didn't even touch half of Chu Xuanchen's hair. Not only that, many of them died!" Nalan Jun gritted his teeth angrily.
Nalan Meng handed a bowl of porridge to Nalan Jun and said, "Father, come, you have a bowl of porridge first to calm down."
As she spoke, she added: "As far as I know, Chu Xuanchen has been assassinated many times before, but he survived all of them. Therefore, it is difficult to deal with such people. It doesn't matter if we fail this time. Next time, wait for us
Take long-term consideration before taking action.”
Nalan Jun nodded, "Yes, this time it is true that I was too anxious and not fully prepared."
"Father, this time I should train my brothers and let them understand Chu Xuanchen's strength, so that they can be sure next time." Nalan Meng said.
"Well, by the way, Meng'er, did Shang Liuyun doubt you last night?" Nalan Jun said.
Thinking of what happened last night, Nalan Meng blushed.
She hurriedly said: "No, he has no suspicion at all. Please rest assured, father."
"That's good. I'm afraid that these things will affect your relationship as husband and wife. Since he has no doubts, then you can continue to pretend. Women, sometimes don't need to be so strong, sometimes they should be softer and gentler.
Only in this way can you capture a man's heart." Nalan Jun said.
"Okay, father, I know." Nalan Meng said.
Then, after Nalanjun had some breakfast, he left!
After he left, Nalanmeng stood up and looked out the window, with endless thoughts in his eyes.
My father just said that sometimes a woman can capture a man's heart by being a little more soft and gentle.
And last night, she did the same thing, and the results are self-evident.
However, her strong character told her that she was not such a person at all.
She really couldn't do it if she was asked to be gentle, submissive and weak to the wise king all the time.
But thinking of his care and tenderness for her last night, she suddenly felt that she could still do it with a little gentleness.
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In the evening, the sky was slightly dark.
Nalan Meng and Zhishu were busy in the small kitchen.
At this time, Nalan Meng was standing next to a stove, guarding the chicken soup in the jar.
She waited for a while and then said: "Zhishu, the chicken soup is ready. Pick it up quickly."
"Yes, Princess." Zhishu, who was chopping vegetables, said, put down his kitchen knife, walked over with a wet handkerchief, and brought the can of chicken soup to the wooden table.
Then, she opened the lid of the chicken soup and smelled the tempting aroma of chicken.
She couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, this chicken soup smells so good, and the color is yellow. It looks so tempting, I want to eat it."
As she said that, she looked at Nalan Meng with admiration and said, "Princess, I didn't expect that your first time stewing chicken soup, you stewed it so well. It seems that His Highness the Crown Prince is in great luck!"
Nalan Meng smiled slightly, "I didn't learn it from you. If it weren't for your good guidance, I wouldn't be able to cook it well."
"No, it was not my guidance, but your own care, Princess! There is love in this chicken soup, so of course it is delicious!"
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm just stewing. Where's the love?" Nalan Meng raised her eyebrows, but she didn't admit it.
Zhishu looked at Nalan Meng jokingly, "By the way, Princess, you have never cooked before, why are you making chicken soup for His Royal Highness today?"
Nalanmeng's ears were slightly red, "He asked someone to make breakfast for me in the morning. Isn't it normal for me to stew chicken soup for him?"
"Really? Your Highness was overworked last night. Isn't the princess trying to replenish His Majesty's health?" Zhishu said, twitching his eyebrows in a playful manner.
"Zhishu, shut up!" Nalan Meng put his hands on his waist, pretending to be angry.
At this moment, Mo Yu came over from a distance and said, "Princess, it turns out you are here, making it easy for me to find you."
"What's wrong, Mo Yu? Is His Highness back?" Nalan Meng asked.
Mo Yu nodded quickly, "Yes, His Highness is back! He wants to see you!"
"That's just right, I want him to try this chicken soup." Nalan Meng said with a smile.
"Mo Yu, the princess personally cooked this for His Highness!" Zhishu said with a smile.
"Well, I understand! His Highness will definitely be very happy when he finds out." Mo Yu glanced at Nalan Meng cautiously and quickly lowered his head.
Nalan Meng didn't notice anything strange about Mo Yu. She quickly asked Zhishu to pack the chicken soup, and the two of them walked towards Tingya Pavilion with the soup cups in hand.
By the time the two of them arrived at Tingya Pavilion, it was completely dark!
Just when he reached the door of King Xian's room, Zhishu said hurriedly: "Princess, I will give you the chicken soup. You can take it to His Highness. I won't disturb you anymore!"
"Okay." Nalanmeng nodded, then took the soup cup and walked straight into the wise king's bedroom.
After walking in, Nalan Meng discovered that there were no candles lit in the room. It was dark inside and she could not see anything.