Her eyes are as clear as water, soft and warm, and there is no usual laughter and banter. He was suddenly very unaccustomed to her looking at him like this, as if he had seen his heart at a glance, and the long-barren corner of his heart was like a drizzle with a breeze for no reason, soaked silently.

He didn't take the porridge in her hand, turned his face away unnaturally, and said, "Let Dongming come here." ”

"There is no one else here. Mei Ziyan hesitated, took out a letterhead from her arms and handed it to Mu Cheng, explaining: "I told Suzaku that there are many people, and as a result, she dismissed all the people in the farmside halfway up the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. There was not a single servant, and the porridge was still cooked beforehand. She said she would give it to you when you woke up. ”

Cooked in advance? Mu Cheng shivered involuntarily as if he was blown by the cold wind, and Mei Ziyan said: "Don't worry, I will use ice cubes to cold this porridge, and it will be good to warm it up when you want to eat it." ”

When he opened Suzaku's letterhead and took a look, his face sank a little more.

Suzaku said that Tingfeng Lou received a secret report that ten dead soldiers from Xirong Heliansen had secretly infiltrated Yiluo, and they didn't know their purpose for the time being, but they were afraid that it would be bad for Mu Cheng, so they asked Mingshu to pretend to be a seriously ill Mu Cheng in the Suide Palace, so as not to encounter an accident for him.

Mei Ziyan handed the bowl to him again with a calm face. Mu Chenghu looked at the porridge in her hand suspiciously, but he was really hungry at this time, so he could only drink a bowl of gruel with her hand.

But when he found that his lunch was still a bowl of white porridge, he finally couldn't help glaring at her and said, "Are you a sick person or a hungry person?"

She blinked embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I won't take care of people." There is only white porridge in this village, and the white porridge is also nutritious......"

He lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed and walk out, ignoring the dull pain of the wound on his left chest, and slowly walked out of the house.

This Zhuangzi is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there are more than 10 acres of flat fields, the south is a clear stream, the water and stone are half of it; there are paulownia corridors connected by several rooms, and the flowers and trees of the room where Mu Cheng lives are deep, the curved pond is flying marsh, the green reflects the Zhulan, the scenery is pleasant.

"Is this a Xishan Grass Pavilion?" he vaguely remembered that there was such a mansion under the name of the Mu family that was said to have beautiful scenery, but he had never been there.

"It seems that there is a couplet at the door, which reads 'The scene of the four seasons, the moon and the wind, and the clouds and snow in the three paths', but the words on the plaque are blurred and cannot be seen clearly. Mei Ziyan yawned, "Persimmon, don't look at the scenery for too long, come over in a quarter of an hour to apply the needle." ”

Looking at the scenery? Mu Cheng closed his eyes in resignation, and then grabbed Mei Ziyan, who was leaving, and asked her to take him to the kitchen. The kitchen of Xishan Thatched Pavilion is very large, and there are a lot of melons, fruits and vegetables in it, Mu Cheng grabbed a round melon with green skin and flowers and asked her:

"What is this?"

"I don't know, I should be able to eat it. Mei Ziyan picked up an eggplant, "This is an eggplant, which can be braised with pork belly." The eggplant should be cut well, soaked in water, and then fried so that it will be slippery. ”

"Can I eat eggplant?" he asked, and after seeing her nod, he shoved two or three eggplants into her arms, "just make this dish, even without meat." ”

"Ah," Mei Ziyan was stunned and quickly shook her head, "I won't." ”

"Don't you know how to do it?"

"If you can be a cook by memorizing recipes, then no one will be unemployed. Mei Ziyan smiled embarrassedly, "You dare to eat everything I make, aren't you afraid that you will have a stomach perforation before your heart disease is cured?"

Mu Cheng's face turned white, and he even asked her a few vegetables, she understood, but he still shook his head and said that he couldn't cook, he couldn't help but get angry, "Then what do you know how to cook?"

"Boil the medicine. Boil three bowls of water into half a bowl. The answer was crisp and clear.

Mu Cheng finally gave up, and as Mei Ziyan went back to administer needles and drink medicine, Mei Ziyan pulled out Chifeng's bee sting and asked him:

"How's it going, is there any pain in your chest?"

"The whole body is weak, the hands and feet are weak, the head is dizzy, and there is sweat on the forehead. ”

Mei Ziyan was taken aback, "Is it so serious?"

"Hungry. Mu Cheng said weakly, most of the symptoms of the hungry people are like this. Not to mention that this Xishan Grass Pavilion is far away at the junction of Tiandu and Huzhou, even if it is very close, it is far away and cannot quench the thirst of the near.

Mei Ziyan followed Mu Cheng to the kitchen again very angrily, she drank porridge for three days and didn't see herself faint from hunger! Although she fished all the thick bottom of the pot like rice to eat, Mu Cheng was not like this! But she didn't eat for two days, and only drank porridge on the third day.

"Persimmon, are you cutting eggplant? Do you know how to cook rice and stir-fry?" she sat by the stove and watched in surprise as the patient Mu Cheng was busy.

"No, it won't. His answer was as crisp as a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Huh? What about you—"

"Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run......?"

"Hey, why is the shape of the eggplant you cut as big and round as the akane cake sold by Zhang Laohan on Tong'an Street?"

Mu Cheng's face turned red, and he said cheekily: "It's good to be able to eat, and you still have to worry about these fancy things! Tell me what you look like when a girl is stupid and lazy?! Go and go, make a fire and cook porridge." ”

Mei Ziyan went to light a fire in disdain, threw a few large logs into the stove, and then fanned them desperately, and in a few strokes the kitchen was full of muddy and pungent smoke.

"Mei Ziyan, are you setting fire to the house?!" It was hard for Mu Cheng that a patient could still yell so loudly, he pulled Mei Ziyan out of the kitchen door and pressed her on a stake, "Sit down, don't come in again." ”

Mei Ziyan looked at the smoke that spread outside the house and then gradually dispersed, and there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.

It's her fault. She didn't dare to leave Mu Cheng in the Suide Palace, and as soon as they left the palace that day, Emperor Xuancheng made Shen Biyan a holy decree to make Concubine Bi. Suzaku was angry when she came back from a trip to the palace, and she knew that it was not good.

"I explained your words to Shen Biyan as they were, but she took the powder and threw it into the brazier. She said—" Suzaku said, with even more anger in her eyes, "She said she didn't believe you would be so kind. ”

"The original words?" must be worse than this one.

"She said that she didn't believe that you would be an adult, and she was afraid that she might not be a concubine, so she obstructed her, and her heart could be punished!" Suzaku scolded: "If our son is just a commoner, will she deign to marry?"

"She doesn't believe that Mu Cheng is sick?"

She only said one sentence: The prince will marry a concubine in the spring next year. "Being able to marry a concubine naturally means that there is no big problem.

It's another fateful affair. Shen Biyan's concubine was exaggerated and spread all over the world, and the scenery in Shen Shangshu's mansion was unmatched for a while, who would care about the sad humanoid single shadow falling lonely and depressed?

The parties themselves were secretly glad that Mu Cheng lost consciousness during the first aid. If it weren't for the fact that he arrived at the Xishan Grass Pavilion and didn't have Ming Shu on the side, I am afraid that Mu Cheng would be hopelessly angry within a quarter of an hour after waking up.

When Mu Cheng came out of the kitchen, he found that Mei Ziyan had fallen asleep with the haystack behind her.

The hair was a little messy, and the white clothes were pressed out of some folds, and there were a few places stained with mud, and there were pale yellow marks after being patted off, but all this did not affect the beauty of the woman in front of her. Her breathing was quiet, without the usual tension and laughter, her long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyelids, and her thin glazed pink lips were pursed into a slight line, as if she had dreamed of something pleasant.

Although she never said anything to him, he knew that he was not a very good patient, and would doubt her medical skills, and would laugh at her for not following the right path, but she endured it; it seemed that she had the upper hand in every confrontation, but he also knew that this woman seemed to be careless and arrogant, but in fact she was as careful as dust, and she was self-promising, disdainful of taking advantage of others and not valuing worldly reputation.

The more this happened, the more confused he became, as if he were in a cloud.

He leaned over and slowly stroked her pale face with his hand, which was a little gray and black, looking a little ridiculous and a little cute. Her eyelashes suddenly moved slightly, he was startled, the hand that was going to be carefully wiped subconsciously pinched her cheek and pressed it a little, she opened her eyes with a painful cry, and looked at Mu Cheng with dissatisfaction, her brown eyes were filled with a mist of grievances for a moment, Mu Cheng's heart softened, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand, but his voice was still stiff:

"It's time to eat, woman, do you still want to be urged by this son of the world?"

Mei Ziyan's eyes lit up instantly, but when she saw the burnt rice in front of her and the 'braised eggplant' that looked like an eggplant from the inside out, her eyes became frightened and suspicious. She asked slowly:

"Persimmons, this rice, and this dish, can you eat it......"

Mu Cheng pulled out a chair and sat down weakly, "You can eat it if you cook it, who knows if you can eat it if you haven't eaten it?"

As a result, the meal began in silence, the eggplant was obviously said to have been fried, but it was still as hard as sandwiching, and what was even more outrageous was that it was actually light, she couldn't help but say:

"Persimmon, why don't you salt this eggplant?"

"You're okay," he said, glancing at her, "you didn't say anything about salt in your recipe!"

Mei Ziyan was dumb for a moment, and then said very unwillingly: "Everyone in the world knows whether it is good to add salt to cooking!"

"Do you also need salt to cook pickles, salted fish, and salted duck eggs?!" he asked rhetorically.

She was completely speechless, put down the bowl and walked out, Mu Cheng asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go around and see if there are any herbs for diarrhea. ”

Plan ahead, be prepared, don't have diarrhea at this meal, and don't know if there will be such good luck at the next meal.

Before dinner, she pulled him to the stream to catch fish, chased and intercepted in every possible way and finally caught one, Mei Ziyan wrapped the fish with her skirt and ran back to the kitchen, when Mu Cheng came back, she saw Mei Ziyan in a daze at the fish on the cutting board, she asked him:

"Will you kill fish?"

His answer was more direct, "Do you want to kill them?" Wouldn't it be better to just throw them in water and cook them and then add soy sauce?"

Chef Mu's shot was really extraordinary, Mei Ziyan, who was fine after eating such an eggplant at noon, was so angry after eating a bite of fish that she couldn't help but run outside the house to support a laurel tree and vomit all kinds of meat.

A hand held her back and patted her lightly, and in a deep voice with chagrin, he said sorry.

This is the second time he has said sorry to her.

Every time I say I'm sorry, my voice is soft, but it's sincere.

In this way, he should not be a person who works hard and acts ruthlessly. Mei Ziyan raised her head to look at Mu Cheng, and a handkerchief was placed on her hand.

"Wipe it. He said.

In the twilight, his face is still clear and handsome, with a slight smile on his slightly pale face without any pretensions, his eyes are calm, as always gentle and elegant but lacking the arrogance and alienation and indifference of a noble son.

She suddenly remembered a sentence in "The Book of Poetry and the Guardian Wind", which was forced by her grandfather to memorize before: Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo is rampant;

If you can, bring him back to Fufeng Academy, maybe that place is more suitable for him.

As soon as this thought came to mind, even she was startled.