The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 51
Regarding Yan Han's evaluation, Yi Ren has a very pertinent opinion.

He is an excellent listener.

When he listens to a man speak, he always encourages the narrator unconsciously.

The old man talked about his plan, speaking faster and faster, and more and more confident.

In the end, he concluded: "Your Majesty, this is an excellent opportunity. We can not only attack He Lanqin, the number one God of War in the Celestial Dynasty, but also provoke He Lanxue to fight He Lanchun."

"Sir's idea is very good." Yan Han affirmed first, then sat up straight and said extremely firmly: "But I won't do that."

"why?"

"Because I promised Yi Ren first, so I will not use her to do anything, nor will I violate my promise." Yan Han said indifferently: "Of course, I also want to attack the Celestial Dynasty, and I also want to take this opportunity to attack the Helan Brothers But if I do that, where do I put myself? Where do I put Yiren? A person can use tricks, but he can't be trustworthy. So, I can't do it."

"But, Your Majesty..."

The old man wanted to persuade, but Yan Han raised his hand and made a stop motion, "Sir, there is no need to say anything about what I have decided."

The old man fell silent, and after a while, he said again in a deep voice: "Miss Yiren, she has a deep relationship with the Helan family. If the king insists on taking her back, isn't he afraid that she is a spy of the Celestial Dynasty?"

"I'm afraid that I may not be able to bring this spy back." Yan Han smiled and answered without comment.

Then, he grabbed a handful of fine sand from the sand table, and the grains of sand rolled down with his fingers slightly exposed.

What falls together is the silent night.

The next day, at dawn.

Yi Ren heard the sound outside the door, rubbed his eyes, and walked out sleepily.

The subordinate who was in charge of guarding He Lanxue last night had already returned, and was standing in front of Yan Han with his hands tied, telling something quickly.

"What's wrong?" she asked casually.

"It's a bit of a problem." Yan Han put away the seriousness facing his subordinates, and smiled at her gently, "Want to go and have a look?"

It was almost noon when they arrived outside He Lanxue's residence again.

He Lanxue was sitting in the back room, holding a volume of medical books, flipping through them, looking very focused.

Rongxiu was in the kitchen not far away, holding a fan, skillfully cooking porridge.

Rongxiu's clothes have been replaced by ordinary people's cotton padded clothes, but the cloth is poor, which does not hide her nobility and beauty at all.People looked at it and felt that this suit was not what she should wear.

Even if he stopped to make porridge, his movements were so elegant and beautiful, it was more like a show on a stage.

Unlike Yi Ren, who wears rough cloth and becomes a mortal, and when cooking, the house is filled with smog and unkempt.

Rongxiu knows how to cook, as can be seen from her posture.

As the fire got hotter, the porridge smelled fragrant, and even Yan Han and the others who were hiding on the roof couldn't help sniffing.

At this moment, she is an absolutely competent and virtuous wife.

He Lanxue also smelled the aroma, put down the book gently, and looked towards the door.

His eyes are calm, and there is a smile on his face, but the smile is light, as light as the calm life itself.

The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, so thick that even passers-by occasionally stop involuntarily, look at this side enviously, and sigh who has such a virtuous lady.

"It's time to eat." At the door, Rong Xiu walked over with a porridge jar in her hand.

Freshly cooked porridge was steaming hot.

He Lanxue went up to meet her, took the porridge jar from her hand, touched her fingers, and asked with concern: "Is it hot?"

Rongxiu smiled softly and shook her head lightly.

He Lanxue took her hand and retreated to the table, her eyes never left Rong Xiu's face, her eyes.

His expression was surprisingly calm.

"What do you always look at me for?" A blush appeared on Rongxiu's face, and she said angrily, "Could it be possible to see a flower on my face?"

He Lanxue smiled slightly, finally let go of her hand, and sat across from her.

Rong Xiu picked up two bowls from the table, filled a bowl full for He Lanxue, and handed it to him.

"It smells so good." He Lanxue bowed her head and sniffed, and said with a smile, "Xiao Rong, do you still remember the first time you learned how to stir-fry vegetarian dishes from the master of quitting gluttony?"

"Naturally I remember." Rong Xiu was startled for a moment, and then smiled reminiscently: "At that time, Master Jieqian never accepted disciples, we disguised ourselves as two novice monks, and deliberately fought in front of him. Bring the dishes here, and I won the competition. I cried and turned to the master of quitting gluttony. He was inspired by the culinary skills of the imperial chefs and vowed to help me win the competition. So, he passed on all his cooking skills to me."

"You were only 13 years old at that time." He Lanxue smiled lightly, her beautiful face was almost mesmerized by the smile.

Thick, the taste of memories, even, a little sentimental.

"You were very short when you were 13, not even reaching my shoulders. The two clothes we stole, I was wearing too small, and your arms and legs were exposed, and you were dressed as if you were wrapped in a sheet." He Lanxue continued Said, the voice sounds like the wind.

Yi Ren couldn't help but listen: She rarely heard He Lanxue's voice, it was obviously pleasant, but for some reason, she felt uncomfortable, as if what she heard was his choking.

"There is medicine in the porridge." Yan Leng, who was lying next to Yi Ren, said suddenly, before Yi Ren started to be surprised, he added: "He Lanxue knows, he saw Rong Xiu's medicine with his own eyes."

Yi Ren opened his eyes wide in disbelief, looked down at He Lanxue below, parted his lips, and in the end, he still didn't say anything.

That is his choice.

What she can do is not to stop him, but to help him after he chooses, after he loses all bets.

Rong Xiu was obviously also attracted by He Lanxue's magnetic voice, she sat silently opposite, watching the steaming steam coming out of the porridge bowl, and listened quietly.

"Later, on the day of your father's birthday, you showed off your culinary skills in front of civil and military officials. Your father liked you very much, so you told your father in front of everyone that you would be betrothed to the prince." He Lanxue continued: "Do you know that when I heard my father's words, I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night. The elder brother lives in seclusion, and the second elder brother likes to hunt and walk outside. You have always been close to me. Father also knows that we are close, I thought at the time, he must be betrothing you to me."

Hearing this, Rong Xiu bowed her head and said, "At that time, I also thought that I was going to be betrothed to you."

"But after that, why didn't you pay much attention to me?" He Lanxue asked curiously with a smile.

"Father said that we are old and shouldn't see each other often." Referring to childhood fun, Rongxiu played with the corners of her sleeves and giggled: "At that time, you just grew a beard, and sometimes there were green stubbles on your mouth. , I always feel that you have become a stranger, so I dare not meet you."

He Lanxue also giggled, "Fool, are you alienated because of the long beard? I can't always be that little boy playing with mud."

"I was young at the time, so I didn't understand." Rong Xiu gave him a coquettish look, then pretended to be serious and said: "But your appearance now is much better than when you were a child."

He Lanxue just smiled and didn't answer, she just stared into her eyes, and asked a very clear question that had been lingering in her heart for too long: "Xiao Rong, from the beginning to the end, have you loved me more than me? At least, when the father said that he would betroth you to the prince When you were young, was it me or He Lanchun who was the husband-in-law in your heart?"

"Of course it's you." Rong Xiu seemed taken aback, and blurted out without thinking, "Why do you ask that?"

"After we became estranged, my eldest brother got closer to you. Once, I saw you asking for a lottery in the temple, and it had my eldest brother's name written on it." He Lanxue laughed at herself and said, "Actually, I didn't dare to approach you at that time." , finally met face to face, but just smirked and couldn't speak."

Rong Xiu didn't seem to hear what he said behind, but hurriedly explained: "I asked His Majesty for the lottery because, because he was always depressed during that time, and every time he went to our house, he kept a sullen face and didn't like to talk. It is also widely rumored that the first emperor intended to depose the elders and raise the younger ones, I think he is quite pitiful..." Rongxiu said, her voice became lower and lower, and in the end, even she was a little bit at a loss.

Could it be that at that time, she asked for an autograph for him not only because of sympathy?
"Xiao Rong, didn't you always want to know why I gave up the throne to He Lanchun?" He Lanxue looked at her faintly, and said softly, "Now, do you still want to know?"

"Why?" Rong Xiu suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and just used chopsticks to stir the rice porridge in front of her again and again.

"The reason may be ridiculous-do you remember when we went on an outing together? I still remember the scene that day, the wicker was green, the wind was very warm and gentle, you said you wanted to listen to my new composition, we Sitting among the flowers, when you are dancing with the music, your clothes are fluttering, and the mountain flowers all over the mountains and plains cannot match your beauty. Then, you are tired and say you want to go for a walk. You walk through the hillside, where there is a A very old, very old poplar tree, you went there for a long time and didn't come back, I was very worried, so I also chased after it, I saw you and him..."

"Axue, let's find time to talk about the past. Hurry up and drink the porridge, it's getting cold." Rongxiu finally interrupted him, pushing the porridge bowl in front of him again.

Yan Xiaoran.

Yi Ren frowned.

For the first time in her life, she had the urge to hate someone.

"Xiao Rong, I just want to tell you that I can give you whatever you want."

After He Lanxue finished speaking lightly, she glanced at Rong Xiu for the last time, cautiously, deeply, and meaninglessly.

Then, he lowered his eyes, raised his lips and smiled, picked up the porridge bowl, calmly, and took a small sip.

At this moment, Yan Han's arm resting beside her was suddenly tightly grasped by Yi Ren.

He turned his head in surprise and joy: Yi Ren also had a calm face, almost the same expression as He Lanxue.

But she grabbed his arm with so much strength.

And below, He Lanxue's calm and breezy attitude was finally, finally, completely betrayed by his slightly trembling hand holding the bowl.

(End of this chapter)