Has His Royal Highness chased his wife's crematorium today?

Chapter 30
But in front of the Crown Princess, Qiuyue couldn't say anything bad about the Crown Prince, so she could only nod her head, "His Royal Highness Seventh is still young."

After Yun Zhao finished listening, he continued to focus on the food box in front of him.

"Auntie, I didn't do this."

Qiuyue's cheeks trembled strangely, she lowered her head, her voice was a little uncomfortable, "These dishes are made by the Crown Princess watching them, and it can be regarded as the Crown Princess' intention."

Can you still count like this?Yun Zhao tilted his head.

"Auntie, the few times just now may have happened by chance, I can cook porridge for him."

"It's so simple to cook porridge, so there should be no problem."

Although he said it firmly, Yun Zhao didn't have any confidence in his heart.

Qiuyue: "..."

The scene just now could not help appearing in her mind, she hesitated and said euphemistically, "Crown Princess, do you have any dissatisfaction with Your Highness?"

Yun Zhao: "Hmm...?"

"Actually..." Qiuyue was a little anxious, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, "If the Crown Princess is really... slaves can teach the Crown Princess to make some tonic soup."

This is what Qiuyue learned when she was with the queen in her early years.

However, the empress did not use such tricks on Her Majesty for long.

Yun Zhao looked at Qiuyue's worried face, as if she thought she was going to cook and poison Xiao Changyin to death, and fell silent.

She tried to explain, but Qiuyue nodded in a foolish way, and added, "It's the first time I cook like this, it'll be fine if I get used to it gradually."

The words were decent, but the meaning expressed in Qiuyue's eyes was absolutely opposite to what was said.

Yun Zhao could only pick up the food box and look for Xiao Changyin.

There were guards guarding the door, but as soon as she reached the door, Mu Yi came over and opened the door, and the guards also walked to both sides.

She didn't want to stay here any longer, so she put the food box in front of him and was about to leave.

"Jingling Jingling~"

She raised her head and saw a string of bells swaying from side to side in front of her, so she swayed from side to side.

After shaking it for a while, she felt something was wrong, and slapped the table heavily, causing the food box to shake three times.

"Are you teasing a dog?"

It was a coincidence that Yun Zhao was able to think of this. Her brother had a poodle, and he didn’t like to move it. When he was free, he hung a bell on a rope to guide the poodle to run.

Xiao Changyin: "..."

He just heard that such hanging ornaments are fashionable in Lanjingli recently, that's all.

But now the explanation is a bit strange, Xiao Changyin can only force the bell into her hand.

"For you." The impatience could be heard in the tone.

Yun Zhao picked up the bell and shook it.

Then he threw the bell into his arms, "You wear it yourself!"

Xiao Changyin picked up the bell, looked at the figure leaving in a hurry, moved his wrist slightly, and the bell rang softly.

The man stood there motionless for a while, the corners of his lips were slightly drawn.

Fiddled with the fingertips, the bell rang again.

……

After leaving the door of the study, Yun Zhao went to ask Qiuyue how to make tonic soup.

Qiuyue's expression was complicated for a moment, but she still asked someone to prepare the ingredients and medicinal materials, and sent them to the dining room together.

Qiuyue watched Yun Zhao cook a few times before, so she reduced the amount of medicinal materials after consideration.

Usually, when these herbs are added to boil, it will only add some bitterness and astringency.

Yun Zhao wrapped a strand of long hair left over from the bun with a hairpin and fixed it, and then tied the sleeves with a long ribbon.

Only then did he look at the clay pot that had already boiled with bright eyes.

Gulu Gulu, accompanied by the tumbling of ingredients and medicinal materials, Yun Zhao followed Qiuyue's instructions and put down the seasoning.

Qiuyue glanced at the joy visible to the naked eye on Yun Zhao's face, and couldn't help but let out a faint sigh.

At night, Yun Zhao put the hot soup in front of Xiao Changyin.

"Your Highness has been looking haggard recently." Yun Zhao pretended to be concerned, "This is a new soup I learned, and after drinking it, I will be exhausted."

Yun Zhao consciously concealed it very well, and slowly revealed a "gentle" smile on his face.

She stood up and filled the soup herself, and put it in front of Xiao Changyin.

Xiao Changyin looked at Tang, and then at her.

She probably didn't know her current expression, she raised her chin a little triumphantly, her round almond eyes widened, and there was a sly color in them.

The man lowered his head, concealing the raised corners of his lips, opened the lid of the soup pot, and slowly picked up the spoon.

Yun Zhao almost took his breath lightly, staring at him with good eyes.

Under Yun Zhao's gaze, the man drank half of the soup without changing his face, raised his head and said, "It tastes good, the princess has worked hard."

Yun Zhao:? ? ?
Impossible, she has a few brushes and she knows best.

Even if those herbs were not added, the taste of the soup would not be good, and the other party was lucky not to be poisoned to death.

Not to mention the addition of those medicinal materials, she has smelled it from afar, and it is bitter and astringent.

But after she became suspicious, Xiao Changyin continued to pick up the spoon and drink it casually.

Nothing can be seen on the expression, just a slow posture, as if the soup tastes very good.

Looking at the remaining half bowl of soup, Yun Zhao felt ready to move.

This is the soup she made by herself. If it tastes good, why should Xiao Changyin be cheap.

She worked hard all afternoon in the dining room, her hot hair was smoking.

The more Yun Zhao thought about it, the more he became unconvinced, and quickly scooped himself a bowl of soup.

Seeing Xiao Changyin looking over, she thought he would not let her drink it, so she said, "Can I not drink the soup I made myself?"

Xiao Changyin: "...can drink."

Yun Zhao gave up taking the spoon and took a big gulp directly from the soup cup.

In such a moment, the expression on her face was unprecedented in the past 16 years.

Xiao Changyin saw that her face was wrinkled into bun folds, and promptly pushed a cup of tea to Yun Zhao's hand, "Shut lightly."

Yun Zhao, who was about to take the tea, pushed the tea away abruptly when he heard the words "Dandankou" behind him.

"Didn't Your Highness say that the soup tastes good?" Yun Zhao finally asked with a less distorted expression.

Xiao Changyin was very calm, and even picked up a spoon at this time, scooped up a spoonful of soup and drank it, and replied, "It's really good, why does the princess think the taste of this soup is not good?"

Yun Zhao was choked by these words, and raised his head to look over, and saw the man's action of drinking soup from beginning to end, and the word "taste" could almost be used.

She wondered if there was something wrong with her sense of taste, so she lowered her head and took another sip.

Immediately, his face wrinkled into bun folds again.

But seeing Xiao Changyin's face unchanged, Yun Zhao gritted his teeth and nodded, "It tastes good, it's really good, Your Highness, drink more."

As she spoke, she took the empty soup cup in front of Xiao Changyin to fill it up, and handed it over provocatively.

Xiao Changyin looked at the full soup cup in front of him, and his gaze shifted from the soup cup to Yun Zhao's face.

　Jianqiu, Bengong's head hurts!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)