"I'm hungry. ”

Liang Wenxian had an injury on his hand, and touched Fang Jue with his hand wrapped in a big dumpling, and then his lips trembled, and he was even more pitiful.

"Juejue, I'm in pain! I have pain in my hands, I have pain in my legs, I have pain in my chest, back and head! I'm still hungry...... Juejue, I want to eat chicken thighs!"

Fang Jue reined in his mind and couldn't help but look at his stupid master.

"Okay, master, wait, Fang Jue will go and prepare a meal for you. ”

Liang Wenxin was satisfied, but he blinked in place, and sniffed slightly with the tip of his nose.

The wind has passed without a trace, but the people have left a fragrance.

This is Zhou Yanqing's incense, a mysterious body fragrance, and an incense engraved in the soul.

The fragrance is like a clear rain, like the Zen in the temple, a bit like agarwood, but not as elegant and dull as agarwood, but fresh and fragrant, refreshing.

Liang Wenxin had a trance-like and ignorant expression.

Early this morning, Li Quanfu was beating him, whipping him, clamping him with a board, and sticking a steel needle into his fingers.

He was in so much pain.

But suddenly I smelled this mysterious aroma, and then the emperor came out from behind the screen, and the fragrance became even more fragrant and rich.

He was injured at the time, but smelling the emperor's incense, it was strangely not painful. Even the usually groggy mind is a little clearer.

It made him happy, a joy from the heart.

But it's really weird!

Obviously, the emperor didn't smell it before, why did it suddenly become fragrant?

Liang Wenxi's face was stupidly confused, but he didn't think much about it, and as if he was fascinated, the tip of his white nose twitched, and he took several deep breaths.

It's a pity.

People lingered on incense, but when people left, the residual body fragrance was quickly blown away by the wind and snow.

Liang Wenxi's face was sad, he slumped his shoulders pitifully, "Xiangxiang is gone......"

"It smells so good!"

"I want to take two more puffs. ”

"Just two!"

He muttered in place, and finally his dull eyes lit up, as if a divine light had sparked.

He thought of it, he thought of a good idea!

Then he sneakily looked at Fang Jue, who was preparing for dinner, and whispered to be a thief: "Juejue won't be angry, right...... Surely not, right?"

Then he dragged his injured leg and jumped on one foot, keeping an eye on Fang Jue's side while the bird quietly moved out......

The other end.

Zhou Yanqing returned to Zichen Palace, she rubbed her frozen little hands that had just walked outside and went straight to her palm.

"Li Zan, is there a small hand stove in the palace?"

At this time, it was just the first month, but the goose feathers were snowing heavily, and the weather was too cold.

"Hand stove?" the little eunuch Li Zan had a confused expression, as if he had understood or not.

"It's just to warm the baby, it's not big, you can use hot water, you can also use hot coal, in short, it's hot, you can use it to warm your hands." ”

She honked for a long time, but Li Zan was still very confused.

Zhou Yanqing: "...... Forget it, it doesn't seem to be, so let's write a list and help me get some materials. ”

She picked up the brush, recalling that she had seen the little emperor's imperial pen in the imperial study, and she was a little slow to write seriously, but the handwriting was exactly the same as that of the little emperor...... Dog crawling words!

The fonts are almost separated!

"Take it!"

After finishing writing, she stuffed it into Li Zan's arms, and she rushed to the brazier, squatted on the ground, stretched out her little hand to bake the fire.

Li Zan glanced at the list, then looked at Zhou Yanqing, and finally answered yes, and then walked out of Zichen Palace.

......

"My lord, a letter from the palace. ”