Yelu Qingge really doted on her, and even ignored her and followed Mei Liangchen to eat Xiaozao. He felt that it was very comfortable to eat charcoal pot like this. Except for those white and green vegetarian dishes that did not arouse his interest, those thin
The tender slices of red meat, dipped in her toppings, are quite appetizing.
Mei Liangchen has a small appetite, so after eating a few bites of meat, she only ate vegetarian dishes. She likes the white mushrooms picked from Agula the most. After being cooked in soup, they are soft and delicious. The mushroom meat is delicious and even better than tender red meat.
eat.
More than half an hour later, Yelu Qingge put down her chopsticks when she was full, and Mei Liangchen also put down her chopsticks. She was already full, and the sliced meat she had sliced before was not enough for him alone, so she prepared two more large plates.
Only then did he feel full.
Staring at her sweaty face with his deep black eyes, he stretched out his hand, touched her forehead, and said with a smile: "Originally, I was going to give you a reward, but I didn't expect that you brought me gifts one after another.
surprise!"
She lowered her eyes, hid uncomfortably, and begged again: "As long as you allow me to return to Sima Camp, I will cook this kind of charcoal pot for you every day!" Unexpectedly, the cooking skills that she was so familiar with in the original time and space could actually be used.
There is still room for use.
His hand paused, still holding her jaw stubbornly, staring at her with his deep eyes and saying, "Look at me!"
She quickly raised her jewel-like bright eyes. There was a hint of expectation in her eyes. Could it be that he was finally moved by her sincerity.
His smile suddenly became as cold as his person. "Meenjiya, never think about escaping from me! If there is another time, I will strip you of your clothes and throw you into Shanhezhai.
On the red couch, locked until old age!"
The sunset glow in the sky shone on the wall of Xuanwu Tower, reflecting the red warmth. However, Mei Liangchen felt waves of coldness soaking from his fingertips to his limbs. She smiled weakly at him and turned away.
Face...
The Royal Palace of the North.
Late at night, the watchman banged his clapper and walked around the magnificent courtyard to remind those who should sleep to go to sleep. Rasu Rong walked into the inner courtyard bedroom of Shanhe Zhai with a maid holding a soup cup in hand.
When the General came back this time, he did not go to the garden in the backyard to spend the night, but went directly back to Shanhe Zhai with the slave. The Lord looked bad, so Lasurong specially ordered the kitchen to stew a good ginseng chicken soup to relieve the Lord's fatigue.
The bedroom door was ajar, and the light from the glass lamp shone through the room.
Lasu Rong took the maid's soup cup and waved her hand to let her go. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice and shouted: "Sir, are you asleep? I have prepared a tonic soup for you!"
After a while, Yelu Qingge's usual cold response came from inside the room, "Come in."
Rasu Rong lifted his robe and bowed inside. He didn't dare to look at the red bed, he just stared at his toes, concentrated on holding the soup cup, and walked forward slowly. "Sir, you can use it now, it's still hot at the moment.
.”
"Yes. Bring it here!" The glazed lamp flickered, reflecting the face of a man leaning half against the bedside, concentrating on his thoughts.
Lasu Rong quickly stepped forward, opened the lid, and handed it over respectfully, "Sir..."
Yelu Qingge took the soup cup but did not drink it himself. He leaned inward and rubbed his delicate little face with rough fingers that was frowning at him even in his sleep.
"Meengia!"
"Hmm..." Mei Liangchen snorted, turned over, hugged his waist, and shrank into his arms. Her black hair fell down softly and swept against his naked chest.
It caused bursts of itching, but the instigator still closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He smiled, his eyes softened, and he touched her unlucky red nose with his fingertips. "Meengiya! Get up and drink soup!"
"Well... I won't drink..." She was disturbed so much that she couldn't sleep. She opened one eye, half-lidded and shook her head and struggled: "I don't want to drink soup... I want to sleep!"
"No sleep without drink!"
She hummed, and was about to trick her into continuing her company with the God of Sleep, but her lips were suddenly blocked by two hot things. Her consciousness slowly returned to her body, followed closely by the realization that she had been molested.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared closely at the handsome face pressed against hers.
Was he going to be in heat and torture her in the middle of the night? Mei Liangchen thought sadly.
She struggled under his body for a few times and then stopped moving. According to past experience, the more she confronted him, the more energetic he became and the more outrageous his behavior became. If she was obedient, she would
Suffer less.
"Pah..." He smacked her red lips hard, then picked her up from the bed and put her in his arms. "Get out of here!"
Rasu Rong's old face had no place to rest. "Sir, this is the chicken soup prepared by this old slave for you..." How can you give it to that bitch slave? If you pamper her like this, she will be spoiled.
!
"Stand down, Lasu Rong!" The old manager of the palace has been with him since he was born. Yelu Qingge has always been polite to him, but being polite does not mean that he will always tolerate his verbosity!
"Yes..." As Rasu Rong left, he glanced at the red bed again.
Yelu Qingge was filling up the hot chicken soup and feeding it to the frowning slave in person. Her expression was sulky, as if she had said something disrespectful, but Yelu Qingge was not angry at all and even took a sip.
The chicken soup was fed to her mouth personally. She was scolding the general loudly, but the lord still laughed happily.
Lasurong closed his old eyes, wishing that he would be old now, no longer able to take care of the affairs of the palace, and live in peace and quiet.
The next morning.
When Mei Liangchen woke up from a good night's sleep, what he saw was a tall and tall figure standing in front of the window. He was wearing a black robe and dark hair, and he looked heroic. It looked like he had already gotten up, washed up, and was ready to go at any time.
Set off!
She hasn't gotten up yet!
She was afraid that Yelu Qingge would leave her and go to the military camp alone. Mei Liangchen was anxious. "Huo" she opened the brocade quilt and jumped out of bed, and rushed to the door barefoot. "Suguna... Suguna... I want to wash my face..."