Chapter 170: Washing her hands for soup

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War King House, Xue Yu Yuan.
On the bed of Luohan, Xuanyuan ink still closed his eyes, his forehead was full of sweat, and his hands were tightly clutching the quilt.
"Xuanyuan Mo I tell you, the child in my stomach is Lian Zhengyu, the moon night on August 15th, I and Lian Zhengyu are in the cave, we stayed in the cave for a whole night..."
Suddenly, Xuanyuan ink sat up and slammed his hand on his chest and grabbed the chest of his chest.
Feeling that my heart has been dug a big hole, it hurts, it hurts, and he wants to take it off.
The door "Oops" rang, and Yu Ying walked in with the tray. When I saw Xuanyuan ink sitting on the bed, I was happy, "Wang, you are awake!"
When they sent Wang Ye over the Dragon Moon last night, he was really shocked. He was the first to see that Wang Ye was as lifeless. Wang Ye’s body has always been very good, and he has never had any illness. This time I don't know why I fainted. Needless to say, I know that it is definitely related to Wang Wei. Besides Wang Hao, there is no second person who can make Wang Ye become like that.
"Wang Ye eats something." Yu Ying took a bowl of porridge and walked to the bed.
Xuanyuan Mok opened the quilt and went out of bed. It seemed that he did not see the royal shadow at the bedside and went straight outside the door.
Yu Ying looked at the back of Xuanyuan ink, and pulled the mouth of the mouth, well, and was completely ignored. Reluctantly took the porridge in his hand and walked to the table, put it in the tray, and then looked down on the ground. "It is a pity that Wang Hao personally made the porridge and dumped it..."
If the words have not been finished, the bowl of porridge on the tray will disappear.
Yu Ying looked at Xuanyuan ink that had already been eaten there, blinking his eyes, and a smile on his lips. I know that Wang Hao personally made the porridge, Wang Ye will definitely eat.
After only a while, a bowl of porridge was eaten by Xuanyuan.
Looking at the way the prince of his own family is still unfinished, Yu Ying is busy, "All the porridge cooked by Wang Hao will come over."
Yu Ying said and ran out, and soon came back with a casserole porridge, holding an empty bowl, and once again added a bowl of porridge to Xuanyuan ink.
This time, Xuanyuan Mo did not gorge as it was just now, but slowly tasted it as if it were eating the best things in the world.
Obviously he was angry with him, but he still cooked porridge for him. Suddenly, I really wanted to see her.
\"Wang?" The voice is still very hoar, but it is much better than yesterday.
The movie was slightly embarrassed, and then it was a bit difficult. "Wang Hao should be in Nanyuan. Last night, Feng Wu came over and moved Wang Hao’s things to Nanyuan. He said... It is said that Wang Hao will live in Nanyuan afterwards.\ "
Xuanyuan ink smelled a lot of pain, and the amber scorpion changed again.
Eat the last porridge, get up and go to the ink.
When the movie sees it, immediately, \"Wang Ye, you...you go to Nanyuan, you will scare Wang Hao."
Wang Ye’s appearance is too embarrassing. A woman will not like it. For the happiness of Wang Ye, he has to move out of Wang Hao again.
Sure enough, Xuanyuan ink heard the next sentence and immediately stopped.
\"To prepare hot water, the king wants to bathe.\"
Yu Ying heard the words, immediately respectfully said, \"Yes, this is the case to prepare."
Turning around, the lips slightly raised, he finally found a way to let Wang Ye obey.
\" Wait a minute.\" Xuanyuan ink suddenly yelled at the shadow.
Yu Ying heard the words immediately turned around, respectfully said, "What is the command of Wang Ye?"
\"Prepare a black suit for the king.\"
Yu Ying heard a little words, then respectfully, \"Yes.\"
After a scent, Xuanyuan ink finally finished bathing, and the face full of Hu's scum became beautiful again, but the cold temperament was even more so. The amber scorpion also had a faint sadness. Unconsciously, you will feel bad.
Once again, I came to 汐墨居, and I did not enter the hospital.
Longyue's eyebrows in the yard are scornful, looking at the courtyard door, and the light is shining, thoughtfully.
Feng Wu took the tray and walked out of the room.
Longyue looked at the moving food in the tray and frowned slightly. "His Royal Highness, do you still want to eat?"
Feng Wu also looked at the food in the tray, "Yes, the Highness is already in the mood, plus the recent mood is not good, basically refuse to eat."
It’s all that Xuanyuan’s son is not good. His Highness is pregnant with him. It’s hard enough. He still makes His Royal High so sad. Although his Highness did not like to eat, he was very sleepy, but in the past few days, His Royal Highness was almost Didn't sleep very much.
In the moonlight, there was a worry in the middle of the flash, but there was no opening to answer the words. The woman’s business, he did not understand, did not understand the medical skills, I do not know if there is any way to better the appetite of His Royal Highness.
Feng Wu sighed and walked up the tray to the small kitchen, but saw Xuanyuan ink at the door of the small kitchen.
\"What are you doing?\" The tone is not so good. For this man who is saddened by her grandfather, she doesn't have a good feeling now.
Xuanyuan ink did not get angry because of Feng Wu's bad tone, but stared at the tray brow in her hand. Why didn't she eat because of him? As soon as he thought that this would be the reason, his heart began to faint again.
See Xuanyuan ink does not answer, Feng Wu did not pay attention to him, directly bypassed him and entered the small kitchen.
Xuanyuan ink saw it into the small kitchen.
Seeing that Xuanyuan ink came in, Feng Wumei was contemptuous and impatient. "What are you doing? If you are looking for your Highness, your Highness is in the room."
Although she didn't like him, she knew that her Highness still cares about him, otherwise she would not cook porridge for him yesterday.
\"You... can you teach me to cook?" "For a long time, Xuanyuan Mo finally said it."
Xuanyuan Mo did not say that the king, because of Duanmu's business, he felt embarrassed, and that he felt that since he was asking others, the attitude could not be too high.
Feng Wu heard the blink of an eye and stared at Xuanyuan Modao. "What do you say?"
He even told her to teach him to cook. Did she misunderstand, what did he do for a grandfather to cook?
Xuanyuan ink took a deep breath and said seriously again, "I said, I want to learn to cook."
Feng Wu heard the words and grinned. He wants to learn, she has to teach? She didn't have this leisure time, she still had to take care of her Highness. Just wanted to refusal, but after listening to the words behind Xuanyuan ink, changed the attention.
\"I also want to cook for her to eat.\"
Looking at the sad scorpions, Feng Wu suddenly felt that he didn't hate him so much.
\"Okay, I teach you.\"
Feng Wu chose a few dishes that Duanmuji loved and began to teach Xuanyuan ink.
Xuanyuan Mo learned very seriously, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, cooking, rice, cooking, soup, he is very serious to learn. He had never done this before, but only occasionally saw her do, she never let him help. It turned out that she had done a very simple job, but today he changed it, but he felt that it was harder and harder than taking a soldier to fight.
Feng Wu looked at the Xuanzhen ink that had been cut several times, but still carefully cut the vegetables. He also cares about His Royal Highness, but since he cares about His Royal Highness, why should he be sorry for His Royal Highness? Is there any difficulty for him? But even if he has any difficulties, he can't do anything to be sorry for His Royal Highness, and let other women have his children, it is even more unforgivable.
After a busy afternoon, Xuanyuan Mo finally made a three-in-one soup that looked good. In fact, he did five or six times this afternoon, but the front was a bit horrible.
Carefully put the food on the tray, then hand the tray to the front of the phoenix, \" trouble you, give this end to her.\"
Seeing a few blisters on Xuan Xuan's finger, Feng Wu's light flashed, and the heart softened again. Reaching out the tray, turned out of the small kitchen, and walked to the room with the raft.
Gently push open the door and walk in. I saw that Duanmu was leaning on the chaise couch to read the book and carefully placed the tray on the table.
\"His Royal Highness, have dinner.\"
Feng Wu said that the three dishes and one soup in the tray were placed on the table one by one.
Duanmu was still staring at the book in his hand, and did not look at the dishes on the table.
\"I am not hungry, withdraw it!"
Feng Wu seems to have become accustomed to it, only holding the last trace of hope, \"His Royal Highness, today's meal is done by Xuanyuan Gongzi himself. How much do you taste it!\"
Duanmu sings, the hand holding the book, a deep purple scorpion flashed a strange, \"He did?\" When will he cook?
\"Yes, these are all made by Xuanyuan, and his fingers are still blistered with several blisters!\"
I don't know why, Feng Wu will have seen it before, and she may have been touched by Xuanyuan Mo. Perhaps she hopes that Duanmu can be happy.
However, Feng Wu waited for a long time and did not hear Duanmu, and sighed and reached for the food on the table.
\"Leave the food, let's go out.\" The sound is calm, and there is no mood to hear.
Feng Wu heard the words immediately respectfully, and then turned out of the room.
After Feng Wu left, Duanmu put down the book in his hand and went to the table and looked at the food on the table, which was slightly lost.
As soon as she thought that Feng Wu had just said that his fingers were burnt with a few blisters, her heart would be chaotic. Why is he doing this? She told him that the child is not his, isn't he angry?
Pick up the empty bowl, take a bowl of soup, take a sip, and frown. So light, does he have salt?
Pick up the chopsticks, taste the dish, and frown again. It’s salty. Did he put the salt in the soup into the dish?
I looked at the bowl of rice and shimmered. Fortunately, the rice is steamed.
When Feng Wu came to collect the food, he saw the empty bowl on the table and he was happy. Great, my Highness finally ate something. Although the dishes and soup were not finished, I finished the bowl of rice.
Looking at the Duanmu, who was reading on the chaise couch, Feng Wu’s mouth was slightly raised. His Highness did not spit this time. Even if she barely ate something, she would spit it out quickly.
I collected the food on the table in a good mood and then took it out.
Going to the small kitchen and seeing Xuanyuan Mo still, immediately happy, "Xuanxuan Gongzi, Your Highness has eaten the food you made."
Xuanyuan ink licked the empty bowl on the tray, and the corner of the mouth was slightly raised. The amber scorpion flashed a touch of relief.