218.Chapter 218 Burning the back kitchen of Prince Han's Mansion
Zi Yibai had no choice but to turn his eyes back to Nie Qianqiu: "General, this..."
Nie Qianqiu smiled: "My lord, don't worry too much, this Mrs. Mengyun is just such a, uh, true character."
Han Mengxiao returned to Prince Han's Mansion, and Zi Yihan was waiting for her in the room again. She glanced at the brand-new table in front of Zi Yihan, with elegant incense burning on it, and looked at the big dark circles on Zi Yihan's face. She secretly thought that this man would not wait for her here for two days and one night.
Last night, she stayed at Nie's house.
Seeing Han Mengxiao come in, Zi Yihan hurriedly stood up, with a little panic in his eyes: "Meng, you...are back."
Han Mengxiao threw the gauze hat in her hand on the table: "I'm hungry and want to eat."
"Okay, I'll let the housekeeper do it right away...I'll go make arrangements right away." Zi Yihan originally wanted to let the housekeeper make the arrangements, but suddenly changed his mind and planned to go there himself.
Han Mengxiao rolled his eyes a few times and blocked Zi Yihan's path: "Take me to the kitchen, I want to eat the food you cooked."
"Ah?" Cold sweat broke out on Zi Yihan's forehead: "Well, Meng, I don't know how to cook."
"Forget it," Han Mengxiao waved his hand: "If I don't eat, Yiran will be injured. No one will cook delicious food for me. I will starve to death."
She looked at the expression on Zi Yihan's face with the corner of her eye, and saw that his eyes were dim, that his face was gloomy, that his lips moved a few times, and finally said: "Then, shall I try?"
A quarter of an hour later, the kitchen of the palace caught fire.
The cause of the fire was very simple. Zi Yihan was busy adding firewood to the stove and forgot that there was oil frying in the pot. The oil came out, and a little flame ignited the pot. Zi Yihan had never experienced anything like this. In a situation, I hurriedly took something to pour it on, but what I took in the panic was oil, which added fuel to the fire. The fire became even stronger and burned the wooden shelf next to it where the ingredients were placed. It became out of control, and Zi Yihan had to hug him. Han Mengxiao, who was by the door, escaped from the kitchen.
Zi Yihan hugged Han Mengxiao and flew to the roof of another building to sit down. Only then did he see the housekeeper and the servants in the house hurriedly carrying water to put out the fire. The usually gentle and gentle housekeeper screamed like a butchering pig: "This is Whoever did it, put it out immediately, let the prince know about it, and he will have to skin you."
Han Mengxiao was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter with a face full of laughter. Zi Yihan was afraid of attracting the attention of the fire fighters below, so he hurriedly used magic to create a barrier and hide the two of them.
After laughing for a full quarter of an hour, Han Mengxiao didn't stop. She held her belly and laughed while shouting: "Ouch...it hurts...hahaha...Zi Yihan, you actually...hahaha...ouch ouch..."
Zi Yihan had a dark face, looking at Han Mengxiao leaning forward and backward with laughter, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand, and took Han Mengxiao into his arms: "Laugh, laugh, anyway, I am Men are indeed useless, unlike Yiran who cooks delicious food for you and burns down his own kitchen."
His words were sour. Han Mengxiao stopped laughing and looked up at his face: "Zi Yihan, if it hadn't been for that Zi Ru thing, would you have said 'love me' that day?"
Han Mengxiao stared intensely into Zi Yihan's eyes, looking at the small shadow of herself in his eyes without moving.
"I'm sorry for you about Ru'er," Zi Yihan's eyes dimmed a little: "But I love you and only you. This is true."