Chapter 19: Let the emperor make a fire

Jun Qian Che is a person who likes to control everything. He deliberately keeps the ink, but he does not want her to meet with the seven princes.
Mo Yan came to the small kitchen with anger, although the kitchen is not big, but the sparrow is small and complete, and the inside is very clean, it should be a small kitchen for the Emperor from time to time.
Jun Qian Che is an emperor who is very dedicated and diligent in political affairs. Even if he is sick, he will not let himself ruin the political affairs. He has already let the palace people move the royal study to the Royal Palace, so he feels the body after drinking medicine. After being comfortable, immediately get out of bed and sit in front of the dragon case to read the score.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour later, Jun Qianche still can't see the ink, but I can't help but worry about it. In fact, let her go to cook porridge, but she wants to punish her little, according to her temperament and birth, porridge. She should not do it. If it doesn't, come back to take a soft stool. Why is it still not seen yet?
Jun Qian Che continued to review the memorial, but how can attention not concentrate on the memorial, the inevitable appearance of a bad picture in my mind, I really did not have the patience to wait, got up and went out.
The ink in the small kitchen now hates Jun Qian, saying that porridge is a piece of cake for her. It is hard to say that the food used here is the most primitive earthen stove, she is The modern good is also the rich lady's daughter, when did she burn this earthen stove! So at this time the wolf smoked in the small kitchen.
Ink sizzling in front of the earth stove, but how to blow this fire is only smoke, no fire, she must blow oxygen deficiency, and will be killed by the smoke: "cough cough -"
Jun Qian Che came in and saw this scene that was terrible. The smoke in front of him came to the stove and looked at the dissatisfied resentment of the ink. "Ink, you let you cook porridge, you smoke here." Kitchen?"
Ink has turned a big eye in his heart, and then he is close to him and jokingly said: "The emperor, don't you think this smog is like a fairyland? Cough and cough -"
Jun Qian Che reached out and knocked her head, not pleasing: "Let you think of it." Pulled her hand and walked outside.
Going out of the small kitchen and breathing the fresh air outside, Moh felt that he finally came alive: "It's still outside the air."
Jun Qian’s sly sly screamed at her:
Do you not like the fairyland inside?

"Hey, Wonderland is naturally the place where the gods wait. I am a mortal, and I have no blessings to enjoy, but the emperor can go in and experience it." The clear big eyes twitched at him.
Jun Qian Che helplessly gave her a look, too lazy to talk nonsense with her.
"The emperor, how come you?" Ink asked curiously. Is it to see her ugly? This scum man is too old.
"Since the Queen will not cook porridge, it can be said that it is not necessary to support it here." Jun Qian Che's dissatisfied reprimand, this woman, when she learned so will be forbearance.
Mo Yan heard this and was not happy: "The emperor, you don't want to look down on people. Tell you the truth, the courtiers are very good at cooking."
Jun Qianche looked at the wolf smoke that was constantly emerging in the kitchen and looked at her again.
Ink was stunned by his eyes and he stunned him, then dismissed: "The courtiers just won't make a fire."
Jun Qian is ridiculed: "Hey, for the first time, people have heard that cooking will not make a fire."
Ink is not convinced: "The emperor, you do not know, this stove is really difficult to make a fire, if the emperor does not believe, you can try." Do not believe you will, hehe! Make fun of this girl, this girl will not make you look good.
Jun Qian Che but a face of disdain: "It is very difficult to make a fire."
Mo Yan exaggeratedly smiled: "Oh, that still troubles the emperor to make fire, and the prince porridge, how?" Seeing that you can bear, you can't go to heaven!
Jun Qianche glanced at her and walked toward the small kitchen.
Moh immediately followed the past.