Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Because of what he said just now, Shui Ningyan raised her eyes and looked at him in surprise, but saw that his eyes were clear, he didn't seem to be lying, her heart couldn't help but move.

If what he said is false, it can only show that his inner concentration is very strong.

Shui Ningyan smiled faintly, did not answer him, just turned around to get the bowls and chopsticks, and the two of them sat on the table and chairs in the kitchen and began to eat.

Country cottages, simple food, although the food in the mouth is not very delicious, but it is enough to satisfy the hunger.

Shui Ningyan raised her eyes to look at Helan Mosu, and saw that he didn't find it difficult to swallow because the food he made was unpalatable, but his delicate and charming face could not reveal the real thoughts in his heart at the moment.

Seeing Shui Ningyan staring at him, Helan Mosu smiled faintly: "What? Do you think your husband looks good now?"

Shui Ningyan sneered in her heart when she heard the words, she was really a narcissist.

There was a soft smile on the face: "The concubine is lucky to eat the meal cooked by the prince himself, and I am very excited."

Helan Mosu's bright eyes were particularly dazzling in the slightly dark room. He stared straight at her face and looked into her eyes: "There are no outsiders here, so just call me by the name of ordinary peasants."

Just thinking about how Helan Mosu would answer his Shui Ningyan's words, his bright clear eyes were stained with confusion, and he glanced at him puzzled, and then the puzzlement in his eyes was replaced by a soft smile. Instead, he called out in a low voice: "Sir."

This voice seemed to be very useful, Helan Mosu narrowed his narrow peach blossom eyes comfortably, and looked at Shui Ningyan with a doting smile in his eyes.

After taking a few mouthfuls of Shui Ningyan, she didn't want to eat any more. One was that the food was really not very tasty, and the other was because of the deep meaning in his eyes just now, which made her lose her appetite for food.

Helan Mosu glanced at Shui Ningyan lightly, and seeing her put down her chopsticks, the smile in her eyes deepened: "What? Isn't it delicious?"

Shui Ningyan smiled faintly: "The rice cooked by Xianggong himself is somewhat more delicious in my mouth than delicacies from mountains and seas."

Knowing that Shui Ningyan was deliberately flattering herself, Helan Mosu didn't expose her, but her eyes were filled with a bit of memory confusion, "When marching and fighting, sometimes the supplies are not available, and the soldiers in the army only have to pay for it every day. You can eat dry food, even if you make a big pot of rice, the taste..."

Helan Mo Su paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on Shui Ningyan's face, the expression on his face was slightly dignified and desolate, but disappeared in an instant, and he smiled casually, "So my husband's skills are considered good in the army. It's gone."

"So, even though Xianggong has a special status, he still eats the same meals as the soldiers?"

Helan Mosu nodded lightly, "In my eyes, they are good brothers who have gone through life and death, and there is no difference in status."

Shui Ningyan found a tacit trust in Helan Mosu's eyes that only belonged to their men, and was inexplicably moved by him.

In this respect, he is very similar to Baili Cangzhu.

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At night, Shui Ningyan made a bed on one side, frowning darkly. The bed was one-third as small as they usually slept in. Two people sleeping together must be stuck together. There was a little hesitation in my heart. Turning his head to look at Helan Mosu who was reading a scroll under the lamp, the dim light shone on his face, his charming face was indescribably lazy and enchanting.

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