Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

"What are you doing?" Shui Ningyan had already forgotten the identity of Prince Helan Mosu at this moment, but her mind was still full of vigilance towards him.

With a smile on her face, Helan Mosu's deep and ambiguous voice rang in her ears: "Go and catch fish to cook for you, or do you want to go hungry when it gets dark?"

Hearing this, Shui Ningyan blushed, lowered her head and let him go out with her in her arms.

Not caring that their clothes would be stained by the stains on Shui Ningyan's body, the two came to the stream together. At this moment, the sky was full of red light, reflected in the emerald green water, showing a wonderful scene of red and green intersecting, which was very beautiful.

Helan Mosu smiled faintly, raised his hand and waved it casually, and the stream suddenly rose because of his gesture.

The water splashed everywhere, and even the fish hidden in the water were shaken by Helan Mosu to the surface of the lake and landed on the shore.

Shui Ningyan's eyes faintly showed some approval, she knew very well that his internal strength was profound, but she didn't know it would be so deep.

Letting go of Helan Mosu's other hand, Shui Ningyan ran to the bank to pick up the fish that fell on the bank.

Because there were too many, she only picked two plump ones to keep, and released the rest into the water.

Turning around, he saw Helan Mosu standing not far away looking at him. His white clothes were extremely dazzling and glaringly reflected by the red light from the sky. There was a faint smile on his lips. The fish came to the water condensation smoke in front of him.

Walking up to him, handing the fish to his eyes, he said with a bit of anger: "Since the prince thinks that the concubine is incompetent, why not let you cook today's dinner."

Helan Mosu raised his brows, and there was a faint brilliance in his eyes looking at Shui Ningyan, with a smile in his eyes, "Don't worry, as a husband, I dare not let my wife cook anymore, and waste food."

Smiling faintly, he held the fish in one hand and the water smoke in the other, and walked towards the wooden house.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the silhouettes of the two were stretched very, very long...

After entering the kitchen, Helan Mosu ordered Shui Ningyan to go to the side to get dry firewood for the fire, while he washed the fish and put them in the pot, scooped up a few bowls of water, added them to the pot, and then closed the lid.

The fire got hotter and hotter, Helan Mosu just stood there quietly, just kept the fish in the pot and didn't do anything else.

Shui Ningyan looked at him in surprise, and asked suspiciously: "So, it won't be finished?"

He Lan Mo Su raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and a pair of narrow and seductive peach blossom eyes were full of burning smiles.

Shui Ningyan felt powerless, she really shouldn't have any expectations of him.

After a while, Helan Mo Su opened the lid of the pot seriously, put a little condiment in the pot, waited for a few minutes, and filled the fish out.

Shui Ningyan stood aside, with a slight smile in his eyes: "You even know how to add condiments."

As if he knew what Shui Ningyan was thinking, Helan Mosu smiled faintly: "Do you think this prince is like you, chopping up all the fish and then cooking it in the pot?"

Shui Ningyan was guessed by Helan Mosu, she curled her lips and smiled disapprovingly: "The prince's skills are actually not very good."

He Lan Mo Su pretended to be serious and nodded, "So, if you want to live such a poor life with Madam in the future, it seems that you have to cultivate both internally and externally as a husband."

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