Mu Wen and Wang Quan had already moved the three masked black-clothed men out of the left hall and returned to their own right hall to take care of the three masked black-clothed men. Now in this huge left hall, only Yan Ziming and Leng Qing are left.

Lying flat on the golden silk nanmu bed, covered by the bloodstained orange satin quilt so that only his head was exposed, his seductive Danfeng eyes always rotated with Leng Qing's movement, but the expression in Yan Ziming's eyes was unpredictable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Leng Qing only had to look up to see Yan Ziming staring at her, but all of Leng Qing's attention was on the pure black crockpot wrapped in the thick rim of her body at this time. Leng Qing was afraid that she would spill the ginseng soup in the jar because of her steps, so Leng Qing took every step extremely carefully.

Because of this, until Leng Qing walked in front of Jin Si Nanmu with the jar of ginseng soup, Leng Qing didn't notice that Yan Ziming had been staring at her intently.

Yan Ziming had been quietly waiting for Leng Qing to carefully place the jar of hot ginseng soup she was holding in her hand on the small table of golden silk nanmu at the head of his bed, and then Yan Ziming restrained his gaze staring at Leng Qing, and instead stared at Leng Qing with his seductive Danfeng eyes.

Although Yan Ziming's voice was weak due to weakness, it did not prevent Yan Ziming's anger in his words: "If I just say a few words to you, you will be unhappy, right? Don't you know that I am just joking with you? Why should you be so serious? Well, even if you are unhappy, you don't need to vent your own body to anger! If you are injured at that time, who will you expect to serve you!!"

This is because Yan Ziming has an injury on his back, and he can't move around at will, otherwise, Yan Ziming must have already gotten up to pull Leng Qing's ears when he spoke! Just like Wang Quan made a mistake in the past, Yan Ziming was really angry, and he couldn't really criticize Wang Quan. Yan Ziming would pull Wang Quan's ears and reprimand Wang Quan.

In fact, if Leng Qing really burned herself just now, it has nothing to do with him Yan Ziming, because whether Leng Qing is injured or not, it will not interfere with Yan Ziming's life.

If Leng Qing is injured now. There is no one to take care of Yan Ziming who is lying in bed, that is really a joke!

Yan Ziming is also a dignified prince of the Red Ice Kingdom, although the reputation of this prince has been ruined by Yan Ziming himself, but there are not many palace people around Yan Ziming who serve him! And Yan Ziming has Wang Quan and Mu Wen by his side, two loyal subordinates, Yan Ziming will still be worried that no one will take care of him?

Although Yan Zi was injured tonight. It is true that he has to keep it secret from the outside world, but this does not prevent the smart Yan Ziming from finding two palace people who can't talk nonsense to serve him!

Even Yan Ziming himself didn't know why, when he saw Leng Qing preparing to send her little white hands into the scarlet charcoal fire, Yan Ziming was inexplicably furious! Even now, Yan Ziming didn't know why he wanted to blame Leng Qing in such an angry tone.

First of all, Yan Ziming couldn't find the reason why he was angry, but the more he couldn't find it, the more angry Yan Ziming became. Secondly, it was Yan Ziming who was angry and blamed Leng Qing, but he couldn't help but ask himself - what qualifications did he have to blame Leng Qing?

Yan Ziming is very clear. Although he nominally signed a three-year contract with Leng Qing, during these three years, he Yan Ziming was Leng Qing's master, and Leng Qing was his personal maid. However, can Yan Ziming really get along with Leng Qing as a master and servant?

Yan Ziming will not forget that last month, on the day Leng Qing and Zhu Zimo got married, his master, who was far away at the top of Qin Mountain, asked his third junior brother Lin Xiaoyang to send a piece of Bering to Leng Qing thousands of miles away!

Zhu Zimo had never married before Leng Qing, and he didn't even have a concubine or a room, Leng Qing was Zhu Zimo's first wife, his master. Isn't it just to give Bering to Leng Qing by name?!

Each piece of Bering was made by the masters of Yan Ziming, Zhu Zimo, and Lin Xiaoyang, and all the disciples of the master must respect the person who has Bering, and must not do anything that will harm the life of the person who has Bering, and also do their best to protect it. That is to say, to see Bering is like to see his teacher.

Yan Ziming felt that as the master's personal disciple, he should strictly obey the master's orders and strictly obey the meaning of Bering, for the two junior disciples below him. Especially Zhu Zimo, make an example.

Since first of all, all the disciples of the master must respect the person who has Bering, then the contract between Yan Ziming and Leng Qing can no longer be counted, otherwise it can be regarded as an indirect violation of this.

After all, if Leng Qing really became his Yan Ziming's slave, could it be that he still wanted his dignified master to respect a little maid?

Leng Qing has the Bering given by his master in front of him, how dare Yan Ziming really treat Leng Qing as a maid serving by his side, and call him? Yan Ziming dares to guarantee that if he dares to do this, his master will not know, if he knows, the master and his old man will not be able to run down to the top of Qinshan Mountain to uncover his skin!!

Speaking of which, because of a piece of Bering, Yan Ziming really doesn't even have the qualifications to blame Leng Qing!!! Not to mention how aggrieved Yan Ziming is!

Leng Qing didn't have as many thoughts as Yan Ziming, Leng Qing only felt that she was originally kind, but now she was scolded so indiscriminately by Yan Ziming, and Leng Qing's stubborn temper immediately rose.

I saw that Leng Qing immediately glared back at Yan Ziming, and retorted in a cold tone: "You think too much! I'm not you, I've never expected anyone to serve me, and I haven't been angry with you, I'm just ......" At this point, Leng Qing's voice stopped abruptly.

Seeing that Leng Qing suddenly stopped talking, Yan Ziming raised his eyebrows, looking contemptuous and curious: "Just what?!"

Pursing her lips, Leng Qing didn't answer Yan Ziming immediately, but only looked back at the jar of ginseng soup on the golden silk nanmu table in front of her, and her expression seemed to be a little hesitant.

Yan Ziming just lay on the golden silk nanmu bed like that, looking at Leng Qing with squinted eyes, and did not say anything to urge Leng Qing, just quietly waited for Leng Qing to say the "just" by herself.

Leng Qing really didn't give Yan Ziming face, and after staring at the pure black crockpot for a while, Leng Qing explained in a sneering tone: "You are weak now, and you urgently need high-nutrient food to replenish your body, I am afraid that the ginseng soup will be dried up by the charcoal fire, and you will not be able to recover well without the ginseng soup, so I was in a hurry, and I didn't think too much about it, so I stretched out my hand......"

After Leng Qing said this, she seemed to be a little depressed, and she didn't look at Yan Ziming, but just lowered her head.

When Yan Zi heard this, the contemptuous look on his face froze instantly.

Yan Ziming really thought that Leng Qing's bare hands to serve the crockpot that had been simmering in the charcoal fire for a long time was because he was dissatisfied with the joke he had told her before, so he used it to get angry with him, so Yan Ziming was so angry.

Yan Ziming didn't know how to cherish herself, and she tossed herself so much for such a trivial matter. Annoyed that he shouldn't have said that joke to Leng Qing, otherwise Leng Qing wouldn't be angry with him!

However, Yan Ziming never thought that Leng Qing was not angry with him, but was simply afraid that the ginseng soup would be burned dry, so he didn't drink the ginseng soup......

Thinking of this, Yan Ziming soothed all the expressions on his face, narrowed his eyes, and didn't dare to look at Leng Qing again. After a while, Yan Ziming muttered in a low voice: "What a stupid girl......"

Xu was frozen by the cold of the night, Leng Qing only felt that her incomparably flexible brain in the past was now frozen together, let alone thinking, and even her attention was a little unable to concentrate.

In addition, Yan Ziming's voice was already low, and Leng Qing couldn't hear what Yan Ziming just said, but vaguely heard Yan Ziming muttering a sentence.

But it happened that Leng Qing thought that Yan Ziming was talking to her, so she subconsciously turned her head to look at Yan Ziming, and asked him with a puzzled expression: "What did you say?"

Raising his eyes, looking at the bright puzzled look on Leng Qing's face, Yan Ziming didn't intend to explain to Leng Qing, he only hooked his lips and smiled: "I asked you when you can drink ginseng soup?"

Hearing this, Leng Qing reached out and gently touched the body of the pure black crockpot, and it felt that it was not as hot as before, so Leng Qing directly picked up the crockpot, and said at the same time: "You can drink it now." As soon as the words changed, Leng Qing said jokingly: "It's also a shame that you guys are so cold here, and the soup is so hot when you pick it up, but after putting it for a while, it becomes warm soup." ”

Regarding Leng Qing's ridiculous words, Yan Ziming pursed his lips, and his face was noncommittal. How cold it is in the Red Ice Country, Yan Ziming knows better than her.

On Leng Qing's side, she said it lightly, but when Leng Qing opened the lid of the crockpot and saw that the crockpot contained most of the jars, glowing with a slight yellow, and there were many ginseng soups cut into round slices at the bottom of the pot, Leng Qing couldn't help but feel a little difficult: This soup is boiled, but there is no soup spoon, how should she feed Yan Ziming to drink? Could it be that she directly pinched Yan Ziming's chin and poured it? If she dared to do this, after a while, Yan Ziming's body recovered, and she must not kill her......

Seeing Leng Qing holding the pure black crockpot in one hand and pinching the lid of the crockpot in the other, the whole person was almost straight and straight in front of the golden silk nanmu Xiaoji, and he didn't move for a long time, Yan Ziming only felt very strange: "What's wrong?

Having said that, Yan Ziming never suspected that there was something wrong with the ginseng soup. If nothing else, just say that this ginseng soup was prepared by Wang Quan himself, and Yan Ziming would not have any doubt......s! (To be continued.) )

PS: The first chapter of the fifth volume......