"You...did it?" Although it was just a guess, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, "Shangguanye, you are so worthless." Murong Qiufeng nodded, "But I can only do simple things.
The food is enough to fill your stomach, so you can make do with it." Murong Qiufeng took out another plate of stir-fried shredded radish and pork, took the memorial, and replaced it.
Shangguan Ye stopped talking, just put down his pen, picked up chopsticks and ate. He didn't feel it before, but now he really felt hungry. He didn't know whether it was because he was too hungry or because of his mentality. Although it was just simple plain porridge and vegetarian dishes, he felt more hungry than before.
Everything tastes better.
Murong Qiufeng was secretly relieved when he saw that Shangguan Ye was willing to eat. In fact, when he came in, he was really worried that he would throw the things out.
Murong Qiufeng resignedly helped him sort out the scattered memorials on the table, and after a while, an empty bowl suddenly appeared in front of him.
He was stunned and looked up, only to see Shangguan Ye looking at him with burning eyes and saying only one word, "Porridge."
Murong Qiufeng turned his head and looked at the small casserole in front of Shangguan Ye, which was only an arm's length away. He couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, but he still put down the memorial in his hand, took the bowl and gave him another spoonful. Forget it, who
It was said that he was the one who made him angry.
After drinking three bowls of porridge in a row, Shangguan Ye finished the entire porridge and the dish in the small casserole. Then he put down his chopsticks with a satisfied expression and a smile on his face, "You are good at cooking. You used to cook by yourself."
What?"
Now his mood can be said to have turned from cloudy to sunny, and it has also improved by more than one level. His whole heart is soaring and he is very satisfied.
Murong Qiufeng lowered his head to clean up the dishes and replied casually, "No, it's just that sometimes senior brother will do it when he comes back."
This sentence made Shangguan Ye's face darken again, and it started to thunder and rain again on a sunny day.
Murong Qiufeng raised his head and was about to say something when he saw Shangguan Ye's face was gloomy and he was staring at him with gritted teeth. He couldn't help but be stunned. Why was he angry again? Then he remembered what he had just said. Why was he in such a volatile mood recently?
I sighed helplessly in my heart, why did they act like enemies after they had just met? Judging from the tone of senior brother today, it seemed that he was also hostile to Shangguan Ye.
He sighed with a headache and quickly changed the subject, "There are still a lot left, is there anything you need my help with?"
Shangguan Ye snorted coldly. He wanted to say no, but he changed his mind temporarily and pointed at the reviewed memorials, "Please help me see if there are any mistakes."
Murong Qiufeng breathed a sigh of relief again, and was about to pick up the tray when his hand was pressed by Shangguan Ye. Feeling the warm touch of the other party's palm, his hand suddenly felt a little hot. He took his hand back like an electric shock, and the tray almost fell.
fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Shangguan Ye caught it in time and prevented it from falling.
Murong Qiufeng suddenly felt a little embarrassed, secretly thinking that his reaction seemed to be too big.
Shangguan Ye looked very natural, "Look, your hands are almost frozen. Don't forget that your hands also need to play the piano. These servants can do it." He said with a low voice, "Come here."
The door was pushed open immediately, and Youxiang walked in with bright eyes. She was so fast that she seemed to be waiting outside the door at any time. "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Pack these away, prepare tea, and bring in a heater."
"yes."
Youxiang happily packed up her things and left.
Murong Qiufeng glanced around and saw that there were no extra tables or chairs, so he wanted to stand?
Just as he was about to speak, Shangguan Ye had already moved his body and motioned to him, "Do it, hurry up, otherwise I guess you won't have to sleep tonight."
Murong Qiufeng glanced at Shangguan Ye. He was sitting on a long chair like a couch with soft cushions on it. He thought it could be used for sleeping and resting while working. It was quite wide for two people.
of.
However, Murong Qiufeng felt a little uncomfortable, but after hearing Shangguan Ye's somewhat impatient tone, she could only sit down resignedly.
Shangguan Ye did not do anything and began to review the remaining memorials seriously.
Murong Qiufeng also calmed down and looked at the memorials carefully. As he looked at them, he couldn't help but be fascinated.
Shangguan Ye's comments were the same as his usual speeches, very brief, but very pertinent and sharp. Every point not only hit the key points, but also put forward solutions. In some places, there was no lack of ridicule and scolding.
The language also made Murong Qiufeng feel funny, and Shangguan Ye scolded the official expressionlessly.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Shangguan Ye.
The candlelight flickered, shining on Shangguan Ye's face, giving it a layer of radiance, making his usually cold face feel a little softer and warmer.
Her eyes couldn't help but look at him seriously for the first time.
Shangguan Ye's skin is slightly darker, his eye sockets are slightly deep, his eyes are deep, his nose is getting straighter, his lips are a little thin, and they are dry due to the weather. When he purses his lips, he looks very serious and sharp, but
When I hooked it up, I felt some indescribable feelings.
Coupled with the deep and magnetic voice, it is very sexy and good-looking. I can't help but think of Shangguan Ye's entire appearance. I think of the slightly flamboyant and wanton corners of his mouth when he smiles, and his eyes as bright as the sun.
He was in high spirits and couldn't help but feel a little lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" How could he not feel anything when being stared at? Moreover, this person was Murong Qiufeng. Shangguan Ye was very pleased and did not want to disturb him.
But he didn't expect that Murong Qiufeng seemed to have been staring for a long time. He felt itchy and uncomfortable. He turned around and asked naturally, only to see that Murong Qiufeng was lost in thought.
Murong Qiufeng came back to his senses when he asked him this question, and then his face turned as red as a persimmon, spreading all the way from his neck to his collar. Looking at Shangguan Ye with that alluring look, he felt like he was being tickled by the cat's tail.
, I really want to turn into a wolf and pounce on him.
And the body reacted naturally.
Murong Qiufeng turned around as if he was electrocuted, "Then, how much is left?"
"Oh, it's not much. You'll be fine soon. Are you tired? If you are, go and rest first." Shangguan Ye worked hard to adjust his breathing and spoke in a calm tone, pretending not to notice his reaction.
At any other time, Murong Qiufeng would definitely stay and continue to help, but at this time he was feeling embarrassed, so he nodded, "Okay, don't be too late." After saying that, he quickly left, feeling extremely annoyed.
He actually stared at a man in such a trance.
After Murong Qiufeng went out, the cold wind blew in when the door opened and closed, which slightly relieved his body's heat.
Shangguan Ye looked down at the bulging figure in his lower body, weakly holding his forehead and smiling bitterly. It was really terrible. Although he enjoyed the feeling of being watched by him, if he did this every time, it would kill him sooner or later.
He sighed, and was about to reach out to solve the problem, but suddenly his eyes flashed, his body turned slightly, a gust of wind swept across his cheek, and when he turned his head, he saw a leaf deeply embedded in the chair, and there was a hollow on it, which was obviously made of
Internal force carved words on it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and patted the chair with his palm, and immediately the leaves half sandwiched in the wood were shaken out intact.
Shangguan Ye picked up the leaves.
"Can we talk? Yun" Shangguan Ye glanced coldly outside, and with a slight movement of his palm, the leaves disappeared as if they turned into air. Then he saw only the shadow in the room flickering, the candlelight was extinguished, and the room was quiet.