After the "experience" of the past few days, Cheng Huan's face is often pink and white mixed with soot, which is so messy that it is unsightly.

Her jade hands are often scalded by the hot oil, and there is still a little bit of red blister that has not dissipated.

"No! As someone else's wife, how can you not make these ordinary delicious and delicate snacks. Cheng Huan was not reconciled, and wanted to break free of Ouyang Gurong's big hand and go to the kitchen.

Hearing Cheng Huan's words, Ouyang Gurong couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

Although Cheng Huan has never said a kind of gentle words such as love and missing to him, Cheng Huan is always showing with her actual actions - she is Ouyang Gurong's wife, and she regards Ouyang Gurong as the most important person in her life.

"You are my wife, not someone else's wife, you can march and set up formations and collect the five gangs and three villages, but other women can't do it." Ouyang Gurong gently pulled Cheng Huan to the bedroom.

The small kitchen, which was destroyed to the ground, was "spared".

A group of people who were so frightened that they hid aside dared to lean out tremblingly and do a lot of cleaning work that had to be done every day.

"But I see that you like to eat desserts......" Cheng Huan said gloomily when he was held by Ouyang Gurong's big hand and walked towards the bedroom.

Cheng Huan thought angrily in his heart, how could the woman who was on the battlefield at the beginning become a good-for-nothing woman after arriving in the capital.

Every day, Ouyang Gurong would go to the palace by the way, and he would inevitably bring back some pastries made by Zhao Xue himself.

Although Cheng Huan didn't say it, he still couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart after all.

After all, now Zhao Xue is still Ouyang Gurong's side concubine in name.

Seeing that Ouyang Gurong didn't seem to be rejecting that plate of pastries, over time, Cheng Huan's heart also became sour.

Compared with the gentle and sensible Zhao Xue, Cheng Huan only felt that she was indeed not a good wife.

"When did I say I like snacks?" Looking at Cheng Huan, who was full of frustration, the corners of Ouyang Gurong's mouth were still hooked with a good-looking arc, but a hint of playfulness rose in his eyes.

"You still ...... the dim sum made by Zhao Xue" Cheng Huan didn't think much about it, and followed Ouyang Gurong's words and went back.

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly realized the playful smile on the corner of Ouyang Gurong's mouth.

In fact, Ouyang Gurong had been waiting for Cheng Huan's words early in the morning.

"I didn't expect my Huan'er to be a vinegar jar." Ouyang Gurong immediately laughed heartily, and hugged Cheng Huan on his side tightly into his arms.

In Ouyang Gurong's heart, Cheng Huan has always been the woman with a resolute and indifferent heart, as if nothing can really enter her heart.

Even when it comes to himself, Ouyang Gurong often feels that Cheng Huan maintains a detached posture, even if he has Tianjun, Cheng Huan seems to be able to put down a qiē and turn around at any time.

It is precisely because of such an indifference that people can't really see the true heart.

Now listening to Cheng Huan's complaints and jealousy like a wife, Ouyang Gurong's heart became cheerful.

Cheng Huan has him in his heart, and has determined to discipline himself for him and be a real wife.

"What's the use of being good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and music, the queen thinks of a woman who can serve you in your daily life." was teased by Ouyang Gurong like this, and Cheng Huan said the grievances in his heart for a long time.

Since the first time he entered the palace to meet the queen, Cheng Huan knew that the queen didn't like him.

It wasn't until he saw the gentle and elegant Zhaoxue that Cheng Huan knew the reason why he was disgusted by the queen.

Although Zhao Xue is not as decisive as her, Zhao Xue is a model of a good wife in the traditional sense.

Knowing how to serve left and right, knowing how to make delicate and ingenious snacks, and knowing how to embroider and sew clothes are all things that some women should know.

However, Cheng Huan, who has been dancing with knives and sticks since she was a child, can't, she has seventy-two changes in the art of war in her heart, and she has the advanced ability of spiritual cultivation.

However, those things that ordinary women should know, Cheng Huan can't.

In addition to that peerless face, Cheng Huan only felt that he was not even as good as the woman selling a bowl of wontons at a street corner stall in this huge capital.

"What I love is you who can sing poems and sing songs, you are the only one in this world." Ouyang Gurong stared at Cheng Huan with an expression, and said seriously word by word.

They have experienced so much between them, if it weren't for the fact that this woman's smile and smile have been deeply engraved in his heart, why would Ouyang Gurong be alone in ten years.

This piece of the past alone is enough to make there no room for a third person between the two.

"But I don't know anything about Zhaoxue." Cheng Huan still couldn't let go of his heart knot.

Ouyang Gurong smiled softly and hugged Cheng Huan tighter, how did Cheng Huan know that it was precisely because she didn't understand those mundane things that her beauty added a point of transcendent beauty.

The kind of beauty that is indisputable and independent of the world is what makes Chenghuan so attractive.

"What you know, it is difficult for ordinary women to know, just this point, you are already my unique wife, the wife who accompanies me in life and death." Ouyang Gurong said softly at this time.

Only then did Cheng Huan lean his head in Ouyang Gurong's arms with peace of mind, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Ten years later, he was able to make such a firm promise.

I don't know if in the next ten years, full of all kinds of beauty temptations, Ouyang Gurong will be able to say such a firm oath in the same way.

Cheng Huan still remembers that sentence: The streamer is the easiest to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

Ten years later, she has also lost her current beauty and beauty, but the women who linger around Ouyang Gurong will still be waves of fresh and delicate women.

At that time, will Ouyang Gurong really be able to accept today's oath?

Watching Cheng Huan's ink-splashed pupils dim little by little, that kind of alienated and indifferent love flowed in his eyes again.

Ouyang Gurong immediately hugged Cheng Huan's slender waist tightly, leaned down and put his thin lips on Cheng Huan's pink lips.

The kind of domineering kiss with the meaning of absolute possession and grabbing, just like the moment when they first met more than ten years ago, Ouyang Gurong uncontrollably possessed Cheng Huan.

For a while, Cheng Huan's ears and the tip of his nose were all filled with Ouyang Gurong's cold and domineering aura, which made people unable to escape.

"Huan'er, you are mine, all my life is mine, I don't allow you to move the idea of leaving me, I can't accept the future without you!" After a domineering kiss, Ouyang Gurong let out a low breath and said coldly.

Seeing the estrangement in Cheng Huan's eyes, he was so smart that he thought of the pain of not seeing each other for ten years.

Such a dull pain that eats his heart day by day, Ouyang Gurong no longer wants to bear it.

Feeling Ouyang Gurong's firm and resolute strength, the uneasiness in Cheng Huan's heart gradually dissipated.

Cheng Huan gradually woke up with a slight squirting sound, but she didn't expect that early summer had just arrived, and she had already become sleepy.

"But I woke you up?" As soon as Cheng Huanfang opened her eyes, a gentle male voice jumped into her ears.

Cheng Huan opened his sleepy eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see a man in a green shirt and plain clothes on the footstool next to the concubine's soft couch.

The man's peach blossom eyes, which narrowed into a good-looking arc, were now looking at Cheng Huan on the concubine's soft couch as gently as water.

"Mu Yi, how did you come to my dream?" Cheng Huan seemed to be awake but not awake, and thought that he was still asleep.

The gentle and peaceful smile on the corner of Su Muyi's mouth became thicker and thicker, but he didn't expect Cheng Huan to be unable to distinguish the difference between reality and dream.

"Not awake yet?" Su Muyi got up with a smile and stood up to Cheng Huan.

Feeling the gentle words of the solemn transaction flowing into his ears like a spring breeze, Cheng Huan sat up in surprise and looked at Su Muyi, who was indeed in front of him.

"Mu Yi, why are you back!?" Cheng Huan exclaimed with a smile.

Because of the previous crime of rebellion, Su Mu has also been exiled to Kunlun Mountain, and he is not allowed to set foot in the capital for half a step.

I didn't expect to see Su Muyi in the capital again, just as handsome and thin as ten years ago, and as gentle and elegant as ten years ago.

"I heard that you have returned to Beijing, so I stopped by to see if you are okay." Su Muyi still replied with an elegant smile.

Cheng Huan couldn't stop the joy in his heart, and immediately stepped on the ground barefoot, and surrounded Su Muyi to take a good look.

"Mu Yi, you have lost a lot of weight, it is better to ask the emperor to exempt you from the exile order." Cheng Huan looked at Su Muyi, whose face had lost a lot of weight, and said softly.

Su Muyi, a man who has always been in love with Cheng Huan in his own way, has long been a confidant in Cheng Huan's heart.

Cheng Huan still remembered Su Muyi's late-night visit on the eve of the Amaterasu trial ten years ago, and at that moment Cheng Huan already regarded Su Muyi as an indispensable partner.

"The emperor's order cannot be violated, where can I tolerate it again and again, I have brewed several jars of fine wine in Kunlun Mountain, but I am reluctant to leave." Su Muyi was enchanting and replied softly.

"Look at you, you still don't know how to sympathize with yourself, although it is early summer, but the capital is not as good as southern Xinjiang, and the temperature is warming up slowly." Su Muyi continued.

In the space to speak, Su Mu had already turned around and took embroidered shoes for Cheng Huan.

Without any scruples, he squatted down and put his two barefoot feet into the embroidered shoes for Cheng Huan.

"Wine, you must bring it to me to drink next time, there are so many rules in the capital, I am about to be sick, I believe that your wine must have saved me." Cheng Huan's mind was still on the few jars of fine wine that Su Muye said.