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When Gu Beichen came back from Liu Shenao's side, it was almost dawn. Although his memory is damaged, he still remembers a lot of things, at least his habits are still the same—he always rides a horse and shoots arrows every morning before having breakfast.

Thinking of breakfast, Gu Beichen couldn't help but speed up his steps. This is very strange, before, for him, the so-called food is just for the stomach, but in the past two days, he has no idea.

That day, Lin Mengyao came in with a bowl of viscous but light porridge, but the entrance was extremely different. The seemingly ordinary rice porridge exudes a faint medicinal fragrance, and when you eat it, you don't even have the sour and bitter taste of medicine. What amazed him even more was that a shallow bowl of medicinal porridge actually made him linger for a morning.

Two days, it was only two days, the rice porridge that Lin Mengyao brought to him seemed to hook the gluttonous worms in his belly, and every time it was time to use the breakfast, he couldn't wait to return to Ningyun Pavilion.

Such a reaction was once ridiculed by Liu Shenao, but Gu Beichen responded with a smile at the moment: "Zifei fish, the joy of knowing fish?" It was also because of this ridiculous sentence that Gu Beichen considered his relationship with Lin Mengyao for the first time.

Relationship?

Naturally husband and wife!

It's just that it's not like a husband and wife.

The little maid Mingxue Qingquan once said that this Lin Mengyao was the woman he loved, and before she fell into a coma, she had disobeyed Liu's opinion and insisted on marrying her into the door. However, he could not remember the slightest, not the slightest. Of course, it wasn't a matter of Yan zhòng if he couldn't remember, although they had only been together for ten days, he had already been more curious and happy about Lin Mengyao.

Curiosity, joy, this is the precursor of love!

Gu Beichen went straight to the house as always, but he didn't see Lin Mengyao preparing early today. asked Bizhou, who was trimming flowers and trees in the yard, only to learn that Lin Mengyao came back late from Shen Yuxuan, and was still busy in the kitchen at the moment.

This so-called busyness is busy with the ever-changing medicinal porridge, and for some reason, Gu Beichen actually had a warm feeling in his heart. knew well the gift of "a gentleman is far away from cooking", but he still smiled and walked to the kitchen.

Lin Mengyao, a particularly peculiar woman. The first time they met, it was an oolong, but the calmness, stubbornness, and faint wisdom in her eyes already made him happy. Later, when she and Liu Agarwood confronted her, she was even happier when she knew how to advance and retreat and understood courtesy. And after getting along in the past few days, her gentleness and thoughtfulness have warmed his heart even more.

It's just that such gentleness and thoughtfulness, why is there always a hint of guard and sadness?

Thinking of the precaution in Lin Mengyao's eyes when he went to bed last night, Gu Beichen felt uncomfortable. A woman's heart, like a needle at the bottom of the sea, always has to be grasped slowly.

Thinking like this, Gu Beichen was already close to the kitchen, and the idea of medicinal porridge had already entered his nasal cavity with the wind. Today, the tricks have changed again, and this little woman has so many tricks in her head!

Slowing down, Gu Beichen walked outside the kitchen and didn't go in, just quietly looking at Lin Mengyao's delicate figure. The kitchen was originally a place with heavy oil smoke, but Lin Mengyao was wearing a long sky blue dress, but she looked like an orchid proudly in the secluded empty valley. I saw her long spoon poking lightly, scooping up a shallow spoonful of medicinal porridge in the casserole, and then her red lips pursed slightly, Xianglan exhaled, and the hot air immediately ethereated. When the heat dissipated, Lin Mengyao took another sip, reminiscing about the taste of the medicinal porridge, and there was a bright light in her eyes.

I always thought she was gentle as water, but I didn't want to have this cute and cute side!

Gu Beichen felt warm in his heart, and was thinking about whether to go in, but there was a woman's coquettish laughter behind him. I don't know why, I suddenly had the idea of being a thief, and I raised my foot and left in a hurry.

Back in the bedroom, Gu Beichen was very puzzled and despised himself. That Lin Mengyao is his wife, how can he make his wife look like a thief. Thinking about it, the corners of his mouth were unconsciously hooked, and his interest came suddenly, and he sharpened the ink, which was to sketch on rice paper.

Lin Mengyao didn't know about Gu Beichen's behavior, and when she returned to the room with the medicinal porridge, Gu Beichen looked at a portrait on the desk with a smile. Lin Mengyao's heart suddenly "chuckled", could it be that Gu Beichen remembered the person in the painting? If so, what should we do?

"What's the matter, your face is so ugly?" When Lin Mengyao entered the house, Gu Beichen noticed it, and when he saw her standing in place, he put down his pen and came forward: "Are you tired?" ”

Gu Beichen's attitude meant that he was thinking too much. Lin Mengyao secretly sighed, eased her expression, and said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm in a hurry." ”

As he spoke, he put the medicinal porridge and handed it to Gu Beichen: "Try this and see if you like the taste." ”

muttering softly, a little softer than the taste of the medicinal porridge, Gu Beichen was unexpectedly distracted and blushed. Secretly sighing incredible, he still diverted Lin Mengyao's attention.

"I just made a painting, you can see if you can write a poem."

"Inscription?" Although he knew that Gu Beichen was originally an elegant person, he must have expectations for the person who would accompany him until he was old, but Lin Mengyao didn't expect him to ask like this: "I haven't read many books, I'm afraid that the title is not good poetry." ”

Although she said this, Lin Mengyao still walked towards the desk. The clever chef has won Gu Beichen's favor, but after all, it is not a long-term solution, only by truly achieving the like-mindedness of Qin Se and Ming can it be guaranteed for a long time. The so-called poetry, in her previous life, as a talented woman in the prime minister's house, she was always not bad.

Walking forward, the woman in the painting is a little familiar. Spring and Jingming, the breeze is blowing, the peach trees are in groups, the fallen flowers are colorful, a woman is quiet and gentle, is standing under the tree, gently brushing her hair.

I couldn't help but take the portrait and paced in the room, Gu Beichen's painting work is exquisite, although it is not as good as Zhang Qian, but it can be regarded as the best among the painters. The woman's smile is natural, and even the surrounding scenery is vivid. On the upper floor of the painting, the inscription poem must not be sloppy, but looking at this portrait, she couldn't think of any masterpieces for a while.

"Have you thought about it?" Gu Beichen had already finished using up the medicinal porridge, and when he saw Lin Mengyao frowning against the window, he stepped forward and asked with a smile: "This poem is also a matter of labor, and I am not in a hurry." ”

"I can't make good poems, but when I look at women, I think of the minor tune of my hometown."

"Oh? What is the minor? ”

Lin Mengyao smiled lightly, didn't think much about it, and sang after taking the mouth: "The peach is dying, scorching its glory." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

After singing the song, Lin Mengyao suddenly remembered that this was a minor key to congratulate the bride on her marriage, and her face instantly turned red. How smart Gu Beichen was, when Lin Mengyao was singing, he already knew the meaning of the minor key. When he saw Lin Mengyao's face like a peach blossom, he chuckled lightly, and took the portrait, which was a wave of ink.