It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 688

"I've been injured for a hundred days. My son is seriously injured. You still need to rest and don't make troubles. Don't worry, my son. I've always kept my mouth tight and I won't tell anyone."

He looked at Qian Qiubai very unhappy, and he still remembered that he had a serious illness in the second year after he entered Beijing, and it was Qian Qiubai who rescued him back in the spring. Those days were very painful, and all his memories were dark In the dark night, under such circumstances, Qian Qiubai's gentle face and the warm palm covering his forehead are like a ray of dawn in the darkness, always making him feel that being alive is not so bad.

Later, he believed in Qian Qiubai very much. This time he was secretly injured, and he didn't want to enter the palace, but directly found the Qian Mansion. Although Qian Qiubai was very surprised, he didn't say anything. In a small courtyard of Qian Mansion.

In fact, he didn't like Qian Qiubai treating him like a child, but obviously... Although he was unhappy, he still held back.

Maybe because he knew that Qian Qiubai was really for him?
It started to rain in the next few days, and the little girl's hair was wet when she came here. He let her in because he was afraid that she would catch a cold, "wipe your face."

The little girl seemed very happy, and walked in bouncingly, the golden bell on her head was ringing crisply, very innocent and lively.

"Hello, what do you do?" the little girl asked while sitting on a chair beside the bed, eating a pastry.

For the first time, he was in the mood to joke, "What do you think?"

"Well, it's definitely not a fugitive. My father has a simple mind, but he's not enough to help the evildoers." The little girl smiled cunningly, "But I guess your identity is definitely not simple."

Interested, he asked, "Oh, how did you find out?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, "I've been here several times, and you only ate a little bit of your meal, which must not be to your liking, and this pastry too, I've been looking at it for a long time, which means you used to You are very particular about the cost of food and clothing, but it’s not something that can be bought casually outside, is it?”

Since the emperor started to look at him differently, his life is indeed different, and the finely crafted brocade clothes and jade are nothing more than that, but he didn't want to tell the little girl, and denied it flatly, "I'm just not hungry."

"Liar, how can you not be hungry, if I don't cook for you, I will cook delicious food."

"what will you do?"

"I know how to make a lot, the best is steamed mandarin fish, fried lotus root..." the little girl thought it was very delicious, and she swallowed, "Oh, I will make it tomorrow Come here, but you are not allowed to tell my father, he is the most verbose."

He looked at the little girl in front of him, who dared to say that even though she was not as tall as the table. He thought it was very interesting, but he didn't discourage her enthusiasm. He thought she was joking, but the next day he saw her carrying food. The box came over, and inside was the meal she cooked herself.

To be honest, the food she cooked was no better than the ones delivered by the attendants. The deep-fried lotus root box was a bit old, the tofu was too broken, and the crucian carp soup was even more fishy. But looking at the expectant eyes of the little girl, he was a little helpless Refusal, after arriving in Kyoto from Yandi, how long has it been since I ate dishes made by others?
His father's indifference and his mother's alienation made him take care of himself since he was a child. What's more, he built a wall in his heart. No one wanted to come in, so naturally he would not go out.

"Why do you cook for me?" He asked with some difficulty.

"Because I'm so bored."

(End of this chapter)