Traitor Concubine Growth Manual

Chapter 25

"Thank you, Eunuch, for your kindness, but... His Royal Highness has just finished his government affairs, and he must be tired at the moment. It is inconvenient for Chu Yan to disturb you, so please trouble Eunuch to deliver this item for me." Chu Yan insisted.

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Wan Xi took the food box and nodded to her, "The servant went in first."

"My father-in-law." Chu Yan nodded again.

Wanxi walked along the corridor to the door of the study, and when she turned her head to look, the woman in the apricot palace dress was still standing there quietly, her maid was waiting in the yard, and she was waiting in the corridor like this At the end, it was obvious that she wanted to stay here to see if the prince would eat the pastry she made by herself.

He was a little moved, knocked on the door, and stepped into the study.

The person behind the desk reviewed the papers all afternoon, and discussed the government affairs with a few courtiers who grew up with him. Right now, he was tired and leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, rubbing the bridge of his nose gently with his right hand.

Wanxi gently placed the food box in front of him, "Your Highness, this is from Ms. Zhao from Yuanxi Palace."

The person behind the desk suddenly opened his eyes, stared fixedly at the scarlet food box, and said after a while, "Open it and have a look."

Wanxi opened the lid as she said, and took out the two-layer partition. There was a blue and white porcelain plate on the top and bottom of the partition, one plate was filled with red bean cakes, and the other plate contained a few loose balls. There is no reason.

Gu Qi looked at the familiar red bean cake, and couldn't help showing a strange look in his eyes.

It’s not that he’s demanding, but that the red bean cake looks a bit abstract, not square or round, and some places are bumpy. Even the red beans on it are a little messy and uneven, some places are sparse, and some places are uneven. And the beans are dense...

But what surprised him was not Chu Yan's shady craftsmanship, but from such an ugly pastry, he could see that Chu Yan really made these two desserts by himself.

There are so many women in the palace, Gu Qi has seen it all since he was a child, almost all the food that comes under the banner of "handmade" will not be really made by the masters with their own delicate hands.

When he was still by Zhao Ronghua's side, he also saw the so-called "handmade for the emperor" dishes. His mother was just standing in the kitchen talking, while the servants were busy following her orders.

But these two desserts...

Gu Qi suddenly raised his head and asked, "Where is she?"

Wanxi pursed her lips, but said nothing.

So Gu Qi understood, quickly stood up from behind the desk, and strode out the door.

Chu Yan was still standing at the end of the corridor, wondering if he would eat these two extremely ugly desserts. The first red bean cake was nothing to say, but she had been thinking about the second for a long time before relying on vague ideas. The puffs made from memory, although there is no whipped cream in the palace, she mixed goat's milk, sugar and lard together, boiled it for a long time, and finally made the final effect.

Zheng Wu was in a daze, suddenly saw the prince stepping out of the study, even if Chu Yan was not surprised, he was taken aback.

Wanxi betrayed her? !
Her dazed expression completely fell into Gu Qi's eyes, seeing that she was quite at a loss, he somehow wanted to laugh.

Just like this, he went straight to her, Gu Qi saw her twisted hands at a glance, his eyebrows furrowed suddenly, because red marks were all over the slender jade fingers that were supposed to be like chopped green onions, besides the needles, there were also burns. trace.

He noticed that there was a clear blister on the knuckle of her index finger, which was painful just by looking at it.

Gu Qi's gaze slowly shifted to her face, but he found that there was a trace of discomfort in those dark and bright eyes. After being stared at by him for a long time, Chu Yan's cheeks gradually turned red, and the color was like a March twig. The apricot blossoms on the head are delicate and beautiful, blooming just right.

She put her hands behind her back, lowered her eyes to look at the ground, her thick and slender eyelashes fluttered like a brush, the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped her gently, and there was a glow like a firefly jumping on it.

This is the first time Gu Qi realizes that her quiet appearance is such a small family jade, far from her stubbornness and intelligence, she is just a poor and weak little girl.

He lowered his voice and asked her, "Why did you make those things for me?"

Chu Yan didn't look up, she stared at the ground and said, "You asked the King of Beijun to reward me, isn't it just to help me? Throw it with a peach, and repay it with Qiongyao..."

She stopped here, but the next sentence had already emerged in Gu Qi's heart: The bandits retaliate, and it is always good.

Does she think so?Or is this just a coincidence?

Gu Qi seemed to be aware that his breath was a little unstable.

I don't know whether it was because of tension or relaxation, he noticed that her address was no longer an honorific, but he didn't care much, because all his attention was on her dodging eyes and her voice as soft as fine silk inside.

Unexpectedly, he murmured softly, "Don't do this."

Chu Yan was startled, and finally raised her head to look at him in a daze, "What do you want?"

With such innocent and weak eyes, such a blank and pitiful expression, she just stared at him eagerly with her clear eyes like water, like a deer rounded up by hunters.

Gu Qihu stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and approached her little by little. He was nearly a head taller than her, covering the orange light left on her face by the setting sun, casting a cloud of light on her face. Gentle shade.

Chu Yan was half acting, half conditioned reflex, but this kind of development seemed to be different from the expected plot, only because she overestimated her own concentration——she was in the play, not an outsider.

She tried to maintain her composure, looking at the face that was getting closer and closer to her, that young and elegant face, fresh and beautiful like green grass swaggering under the water, even if she always had a straight face, even if she was always alienated and indifferent, once she softened Get up, just like now, pure and gentle, just like the aristocratic men she once saw in the medieval oil paintings in the museum.

She was dizzy for a moment.

But in the end, the fingertips pinching her chin only slowly caressed her lips, stroked them lightly a few times, and then let them go quickly, followed by his warm breath that was close at hand.

Gu Qi let go of his hand, as if he had finally realized something was wrong, and looked at her blushing face with a complicated expression, as well as her innocent and flustered eyes.

"If your surname is not Zhao..." he said, his voice was hoarse, like a falling star in the dark night.

It would be great if your surname is not Zhao, and you are not a tool used by your mother and grandfather to control the government.

She asked him what he didn't want, but he couldn't say it.

Don't tempt him like this, don't be so pitiful, don't be so innocent and kind, don't make people... fascinated.

So far.

Gu Qi took two steps back, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only a sober and alienated look in his eyes.

He glanced at Chu Yan, then turned around, and Chu Yan heard him say to Wanxi who was beside him when he entered the door, "Take those two dishes and throw them away."

Wanxi called out hesitantly, "Your Highness..."

"I said, take it and throw it away." His voice was very calm, word by word, without hesitation.

Chu Yan quietly turned around and walked in the direction she came from.

She should be sad, because the plan failed and the prince refused to eat what she made, but on the contrary, there was a faint smile on her lips, like a beautiful glow looming in the sky.

She knew that he just refused to be tempted, and the more he deliberately lost everything about her, the more it proved that he was afraid of being tempted.

In a sense, she has achieved unparalleled success.

However, if things like heartbeats can be stopped if they can't be said, I'm afraid there won't be so many idiots complaining about women in the world.

Her smile gradually deepened, and finally turned into the last ray of light in the dusk, disappearing into the sky.

(End of this chapter)