Zhao Yuan, who returned to Wende Hall after going to court, saw Leng Changxi preparing a table of breakfast for her. He immediately smiled and gently rubbed the top of her hair: "Why didn't you eat first?"
"Isn't this waiting for you? Come and try it, I made it with my own hands!" Leng Changxi took Zhao Yuan's hand and sat at the table like a treasure, took the empty bowl in front of him and put it on the sofa.
In front of the jar, she opened the lid, stirred it with a spoon, took out a full bowl of porridge from the jar, and placed it in front of Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan looked at the bowl of dark unknown things in front of her, raised her eyebrows and said bluntly: "Xiao Bao'er, are you planning to murder your husband?"
Hearing this, Leng Changxi's hand holding the spoon shook, and then she calmly replied: "The fire has gone too far, so it's a little mushy."
She bit the word "point" very hard. Zhao Yuan said nothing, slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the spoon and stirred it in the bowl for a while, and found that besides black, there were many unknown objects that looked like lumps, so,
Picking it up, Feng Qingyun asked calmly: "What is this?"
The answer was: "The rice, I accidentally forgot to stir it, and it became like this."
The word "accidental" is very clear.
Zhao Yuan had no intention of moving his chopsticks and continued to fish in the bowl with a spoon. After a while, a strand of something as black as hair but as thick as a hemp rope was pulled out of the porridge with concern, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He said: "Little Bao'er, what is this?"
Leng Changxi glanced up and said, "The cabbage leaves were put away a little early."
Zhao Yuan finally let out a long sigh, put down the spoon in his hand, rubbed Leng Changxi's head, considered it for a long time, and then slowly said: "Little Bao'er, actually, you are already very good.
You don’t have to force yourself to do these things. The cook is here. Whatever you want to eat, just ask. You are who you are. There is no need to compare with others. Even if you are useless, you are still my favorite little baby! Do you understand? "
Understood, Leng Changxi put down the spoon. Although his words were roundabout and moved people randomly at the end, she understood the most basic essence. It could be summed up in just one sentence: You are here.
You can't keep up with Guo Wanrou in cooking. If you don't have this talent, you should give up!
In the end, Zhao Yuan understood her. These days, she watched Guo Wanrou bring him food every two days, but she couldn't do anything. In comparison, she really felt like she was worthless, so she immediately decided to work hard.
If Guo Wanrou knows how to be strong, Leng Changxi must also know how to do it. Not only must she know how to do it, but she must be better than her! That’s why this pot of coke porridge was born this morning.
If the object of comparison was not Guo Wanrou, but a cat or a dog, she, Leng Changxi, would not care. But it was Guo Wanrou. This woman was everywhere in her heart like sand, unable to get rid of her, and at the same time she was panicking.
"This is the first time I've made food for you, brother Yuan..." Leng Changxi bit her lower lip gently and looked at Zhao Yuan with a hint of ardent expectation, but Zhao Yuan just treated her as her child.
, pinched her cheek lovingly and said: "My husband accepts my wife's wishes! However, my hands are not used for such rough work! Do you understand?"
Leng Changxi finally lowered her head quietly, a look of disappointment filling her eyes.
Zhao Yuan looked at her like this and was about to say something when Xiaodouzi suddenly ran in quickly and said: "Master Yuan, the emperor has sent someone to deliver a message, saying that he wants you to go to Chui Gong Hall now."
Hearing this, both Leng Changxi and Zhao Yuan were startled, and they looked at each other. Leng Changxi's little unhappiness that had arisen from Zhao Yuan's refusal to eat the porridge she cooked was gone.
Fly with wings.
Being in the royal family is like being in a work unit. You won't find anything when you go up to the peak. Once you find it, it won't be a good thing, because all the good things will be taken care of. Is there still money and water there waiting for you to fish for?
"Go and answer, I'll be there right away." Zhao Yuan stood up and told Xiaodouzi.
Seeing Xiaodouzi running out again in a hurry, Leng Changxi asked anxiously: "Brother Yuan, you said that the emperor came to see you just after the morning court. What's going on?"
"I don't know either. Let's go and take a look." Zhao Yuan's eyes were deep, and the gentle expression he had just a moment ago had long since disappeared. He was replaced by an expressionless mask, making it hard for people to guess what he was thinking.
What.
"Brother Yuan, tell me, will the emperor make things difficult for you again? Or..." Leng Changxi speculated uneasily, and a bad premonition was about to arise in her heart.
"No, little Bao'er, don't make blind guesses or scare yourself." Zhao Yuan interrupted her and gently hugged her into his arms.
After pondering for a while, a faint smile suddenly bloomed on Zhao Yuan's lips, with a hint of ardent expectation in his eyes, and with some excitement in his tone: "Little Bao'er, just in time, I was originally thinking of going there in the next few days.
It’s a good time to talk to Father about our marriage. Since I’m going to see Father later, I’ll tell him about it. Then, when Father opens his mouth and officially announces the marriage, I can
I’ll get you married as soon as possible!”
Zhao Yuan felt deep in his heart when he thought that he had waited for her for so many years, watched her grow up, watched her become so charming, and today he finally waited until the clouds cleared to see the sunrise, allowing him to wait for the result he had been waiting for for many years.
It was full of indescribable excitement.
After hearing what he said, Leng Changxi felt a little shy. Although the uneasiness in her heart had not dissipated, it still became a lot lighter and she really began to look forward to it.
"Do you think the emperor will agree?" Leng Changxi felt a little uncertain.
"Don't worry, I must agree. My father is a man who honors his promises. Although the original engagement was just a word of mouth, he will definitely not regret it. It will be a matter of time before you and I get married!" Zhao Yuan's two words of assurance immediately resonated.
Leng Changxi was heartbroken.
Slowly letting go of the arm holding Leng Changxi, Zhao Yuan pressed a kiss on her forehead and chuckled: "Wait for me, I'll be back soon to bring you good news!"
Say it, Zhao Yuan turned and left.
Leng Changxi was left alone in the empty room. She thought of Zhao Yuan's words before leaving, and suddenly felt her face burning up and red. There was a trace of hope in her heart, but she also felt uneasy about the sudden marriage.
She was restless in the room, her heart pounding, hoping that Zhao Yuan would come back soon, but she didn't really want Zhao Yuan to come back so early. Leng Changxi's delicate little face had a silly smile, blushing with shyness.
From time to time he looked outside the room.
Leng Changxi, who had been waiting in the room for an hour, finally saw the figure that attracted her attention. Her heartbeat was speeding up. She believed that Zhao Yuan must have told Gao Zong, so she lowered her head shyly, her fingers restless.
The ground stirred the hem of his clothes.
Seeing Zhao Yuan walk in, she couldn't help but ran to him in a few steps, lowered her head and called softly: "Brother Yuan..."
However, Zhao Yuan said nothing and hugged her rushing body tightly in his arms, as if he would disappear if he let go.
"Brother Yuan?" Leng Changxi was a little confused, but she felt a little pain because of Zhao Yuan's movements, so she frowned.
"Little Bao'er, leave the palace immediately, immediately!" There was a hint of panic and despair in Zhao Yuan's voice, which immediately chilled Leng Changxi's heart.