Chu Shaoyuan looked at her like a fool, his eyes were bright like stars hanging in the sky.

Chan Yi helplessly reached out and grabbed his slender fingers, gently pressed them in the copper basin, put warm water to wipe the fragrant pancreas and wash them carefully, and carefully wiped them one by one with a clean towel that had been smoked with incense, and then patted his fingers.

"So lazy, if I'm not around in the future, won't you be able to get food with dirty hands like this?" she looked at him amusedly, and saw his white jade-like fingers poke into the edge of the plate, lightly clamped a black plum, and sent it to his mouth, and couldn't help but tell him, "You can eat lunch soon, don't eat too much, and your stomach will be uncomfortable." ”

Chu Shaoyuan narrowed his eyes when he ate, and stuffed a black plum into her mouth.

Chanyi's mouth was full of sweet and sour plum flavors, she couldn't help but think that it seemed that this year's plums were pickled with a special taste, and if she had to tell him, she all went astray, and even went off to the point of using some plums before eating, which was appetizing, and completely forgot that Chu Shaoyuan didn't seem to have a good appetite since he was a child.

Chu Shaoyuan spit out the black plum kernel in the palm of his hand, took the kernel in her mouth by the way, looked at her with a smile, and quietly changed the topic: "Didn't you say yesterday that two golden chickens were sent from the villa?" and said that the hair on the tail of the golden chicken is long and beautiful, and when you release the chicken wings, you can fly from the root of the wall to the wall. ”

Chanyi nodded and said: "The steward in Zhuangzi sent it to us, saying that this kind of brocade chicken is very fragrant, and it is very chewy to stew and eat, but I asked, this brocade chicken was caught by them halfway, and I don't know what it was to eat to grow up, and your body has never been good, don't be polluted by these again, if you want to eat brocade chicken, just wait a few months, wait for these two broatin chickens to hatch the chicks out, and then kill and eat them with good water and good grain." ”

When it comes to eating, Chanyi refuses to follow him, whether it is rouge rice sent from Zhuangzi, or the little cabbage watered by Qingquan, she almost chooses only the best and most tender ones, that is, the most common pork and eggs, which are fed with brown rice and oats.

This caused Chu Shaoyuan to always rub several times when taking medicine, until she took the freshly pickled plums to coax him, and then he was willing to drink them obediently.

Chu Shaoyuan seemed to know that she would say this early in the morning, and he didn't care at the moment, he took the plum in one hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and picked up the big characters just written on the desk with the other hand to show her, "Wanwan, where do you say this character is hanging?"

Chan Yi looked at it intently, and what he wrote turned out to be a passage in the Tao Te Ching - "Good is like water." Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. Dwelling in a good place, a good heart, a good heart, a good word, a good word, a good governance, a good work, and a good time. The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially. ”

Chanyi blinked, if it was put in the previous life, she would definitely sneer when she saw him write such a paragraph, and said, "If Prince An can do the words of a saint, I am afraid that the iron tree will bloom." ”

It's just that in this life, she suddenly understood why Chu Shaoyuan wrote such a word in Xiaoshanju at this moment.

This painting does not mean that he yearns for the realm of a saint, on the contrary, it is precisely because he can't do it that he writes such a picture to remind himself of what he wants in his heart.

The corners of Chanyi's mouth were lightly hooked, and there was a soft light in her eyes, and she praised: "The font is thick and straight, open and majestic, this character is well written, I think it is better to hang it in the outer hall, and it is also lined with the name of Xiaoshanju." ”

Chu Shaoyuan said with a smile, stuffed the last black plum in the plate into his mouth, and turned sideways to find the vertical scroll for mounting.

If there are others present at this time, I am afraid that my jaw will drop in shock, a person of such a noble status as Chu Shaoyuan has written a picture and has to frame it by himself, I am afraid that no one will believe it when he says it.

In fact, during the days when Chu Shaoyuan was recuperating from his injuries, the two of them were like an ordinary couple in the world, every grass and tree in the small hill, and the miscellaneous notes and letterheads scattered randomly on the couch were all sorted out by the two of them.

The small mountain dwelling is quiet, as if there are no people.

Looking out from the half-open carved window, the raindrops are like a curtain of water, crisply hitting a row of wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the verandah outside, and the sound of tinkling dong is particularly pleasant in the quiet mountain dwelling in late autumn.

Chanyi packed up the medicine bowl and passed over the thick wooden board.

Because of the rain, she wore double clogs on her feet, and her calm voice sounded in her ears, and she stepped on the floor densely covered by the eaves to the kitchen.

In fact, the kitchen was not far from their bedroom, about ten steps away, and she deliberately asked people to open up such a small piece of world behind the bedroom, so that Chu Shaoyuan could eat hot dishes from time to time.

In normal times, you can smell the aroma coming from the air early, but in recent days, because of the continuous autumn rain, the fragrance does not spread very far, but only a few walls away, and the aroma of the kitchen is sealed in this small world.

Jinping has been taking care of the braised bamboo shoots in oil on the stove, and when she saw Chanyi coming over, she smiled and helped her open the curtain, "The braised bamboo shoots will be out of the pot soon, and the crispy chicken is also steamed, just wait for you to fry it again at the end, and it can be served." ”

"Yes. Chanyi nodded in response, and after cleaning her hands, she lifted the lid of the steamer, and as soon as the steam dispersed, Chanyi saw that in addition to the steamed crispy chicken in the pot, there was also rouge rice steamed in a container made of bamboo tubes.

She asked, "Is there only so much rouge rice left from the earlier meal?"

Jinping replied: "Coincidentally, yesterday the princess just sent a new season of rouge rice from your rice shop in Ningzhou, saying that this year's rain is quite abundant, and the harvest of rouge rice is excellent, more than double that of previous years." ”

Chanyi thought about it sideways, and said, "Divide the more rouge rice into three parts, one for the Guangning Palace, one for the Jingwang Mansion, and the last one ......" She hesitated for a long time, and finally said softly, "Send one to the Fuguo Mansion." ”

When people come and go, she always tries her best to think of everything that Chu Shaoyuan can't think of.

Jinping smiled and nodded.

Chan Yi prepared the dishes properly, put a big bowl of pork bone tube soup on the tray with her own hands, and went all the way back to the room along the eaves.

The meal was placed on the carved table made by Chu Shaoyuan himself.

Chu Shaoyuan had already framed the words he had just written, and hung them on the wall opposite the main entrance, and when he looked up slightly, he could see the two or three lines of imposing characters.

To be honest, Chu Shaoyuan's handwriting is different from what she deliberately practiced, and there is always a magnificent and solemn momentum in his handwriting, and every time she reads it, she can't help but sigh.

In his previous life, he lamented that he was inconsistent on the outside, and in this life, now there is only pity for him, thinking that he has been living abroad for so many years, whether he is practicing literature or martial arts, he is always a few steps slower than others, but he is good at everything, whether it is riding archery or calligraphy, he can make people feel his strength.

"Hmm...... Is it okay to hang here?" Chu Shaoyuan looked over.

Chanyi's eyebrows were dyed with some warmth, "Your injury has not healed yet, don't always climb up and down," put the last dish in the tray, she took the chopsticks and handed them to him, "In a few days, the rain will stop, and the chrysanthemum wine buried under the plane tree in the yard can also get up, and the crab roe in autumn will be the fattest, and I will make crab paste for you to eat when the time comes." ”

Chu Shaoyuan's eyes looked at her brightly.

Then he walked over and sat down at the table across from her, the wide sleeves of his coat falling on the Arhat bed with his movements.

Too close, his beautiful face became more and more exquisite, the inky black crow hair hung down behind his head, loosely held by a wooden hairpin, because the injury had not healed, the thin lips were a little pale, but the coldness in his pupils added a little weakness, it looked really a beautiful young man with a delicate and dignified face, soft and not a little aggressive.

"Tonight, we'll stay here like this forever, you say?"

Chanyi looked up at him carefully, and the look in the young man's eyes was serious and stubborn.

She blinked, smiled, and said, "Okay." ”

The sound of the rain outside the window gradually stopped, a few branches that were beaten by the rain were blown by the wind, and the remaining leaves were all swirled in the air, but unfortunately the leaves fell with water droplets, even if they could not fly high, they swayed and fell from mid-air, as if they were the last goodbye to summer.

At this moment, Chanyi really hopes that Chu Shaoyuan can stay here, even if the truth disappoints him and makes him sad, she also hopes that Chu Shaoyuan's heart can have more warm light.

After lunch, Chu Shaoyuan was in poor spirits, and lay on the Luohan bed and closed his eyes and rested.

Chanyi was holding a miscellaneous book in her hand, but her eyes fell on the flower bottle placed on the small table, white jade-like porcelain, slender mouth, and half-opened begonias inserted in it, especially delicate under the wet and ruined scenery of a courtyard.

She knew more or less in her heart that Chu Shaoyuan was dormant like this, just because of a guilt on the part of the emperor, as his wife, since he had made a decision in his heart, she naturally had to stand firmly with him.

……

Prince An's Mansion, which had been without waves for several days, suddenly moved.

Although it was just Prince An and Princess An who sent some rouge rice to her good relatives, it still made the families in Yunfu City speculate.

Not only because these three families have big branches in the clan, but more importantly, what they represent.

First of all, among these three families, the first King of Guangning will not say much, he is the most trusted brother of Emperor Wen so far, many major events and even the assignment of military officials are held in his hands, and it is not a new thing for Prince An and Princess Guangning to be friendly.

The Jingwang Mansion at the back is because of the ancestor of Concubine Ci, and no one can bypass her, so it is really not a big deal for Prince An to send some food to Jingwangfu.

But what matters is the third one-the Auxiliary State Mansion.