"Wrap what?" Fu Mujin looked at Shunhua lying on the door with a confused expression.

"Wrapping ......" Shunhua got up from the door, pulled back his breast wrap from Fu Mujian's hand, and prevaricated: "This is my mother's shroud." ”

"The Shroud?!" Fu Mujin was shocked.

"Hmmm! Why are you holding my mother's shroud! She asked, feigning anger.

"......" Fu Mujin was really about to scratch his head, "You carry your mother's shroud with you?" ”

"When, of course!" She continued to ramble. "There is only such a piece left in my mother's grave, I don't carry it with me, treasure it, what if someone steals it?"

"Won't it taste?" He asked, half-convinced.

"Naturally not, it's washed, it's clean." She emphasized.

"No wonder it smells of milk." Fu Mu Hibiscus said harmlessly.

"You, you..." Yan Shunhua's face turned red as soon as he brushed it, and he couldn't even speak. Have you smelled it?! ”

"Hmm." He replied softly, not knowing what the cloth was made of, so he sniffed it.

"Ahhh Stinky pervert, dead pervert, I don't want to talk to you anymore! Hum! Shunhua was ashamed and annoyed, and ran away with the chest wrap.

Leaving Fu Mujian with a blank face.

Fu Gongzi reflected, "Does Brother Yan feel that I offended his mother?" ”

Bang –

Shunhua nervously closed the wooden door and sat down with no strength.

buried his red face in the chest cloth, and said in annoyance: "Yan Shunhua, how can you be so careless!" You can forget everything, how can you forget this, you still boast of never forgetting. ”

"Stupid! A sucker! A sucker! ”

She lifted her breastcloth and sighed deeply.

But how long can this matter be hidden, sooner or later, it will be a goof.

After the investigation is completed, leaving the clutches of the Nine Princes, if you have the opportunity, confess to him.

*

Fu Mujin held the broken door well, blocked the door half-coveredly, and put his clothes into the bathtub.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he always thinks of the picture of Shunhua helping him wipe off the boiler ash.

His eyes snapped open, as if he wanted to shake off the image in his mind, and he kept shaking his head.

"No, no, Brother Yan is a man, don't think nonsense."

He soaked his head deep in the water and repeated the phrase over and over again for a long time before he surfaced and stood up.

Drops of water slowly dripped from his jawline onto his collarbone and slid down to his abdomen, where a piece of green silk fell to his waist. He seusefully pulled up his falling hair, revealing a pale forehead.

Opening his moist eyes, he laughed self-deprecatingly:

"It's such a trivial matter, why panic. In the future, stay away from him, stay away. ”

*

Yan Shunhua in the kitchen tightened his chest cloth, rearranged his clothes, and was ready to go.

Started the first chicken killing experience in his life.

"Haruta said that to kill a chicken, you must first bleed! Knife! ”

Shunhua holds a kitchen knife in one hand and a chicken in the other.

fantasized that he was a hero of martial arts, 'knock, fork, fork, fork. —Lifting the old hen into the sky and waving a kitchen knife.

The old hen will shed its hair on its own, and the bare chicken will be divided into pieces and neatly dropped on the cutting board.

However, in reality...

"Yikes! Mother! Shunhua couldn't catch the old hen with flapping wings, and screamed vigorously with a kitchen knife.

She closed her eyes and apologized as she cut the chicken's neck and bleed.

"Brother Chicken, Brother Chicken, ah, no, mother." She suddenly corrected: "Chicken girl! Chicken Girl! Shunhua didn't want to kill you on purpose, it was really a last resort. We've been hungry for a day. You sacrifice your ego to fulfill your ego. ”

She opened her eyes slightly, looking at the bare chicken that had been plucked by herself.

A pair of small eyes that don't blink and half-roll their eyes, so miserable!

She muttered in a low voice: "When you return to the main city, Shunhua will get you an immortal tablet, three incense a day, and ensure that you will become a phoenix in the next life." ”

She put the chicken on the cutting board, stared at the chicken's neck, and didn't dare to cut it for a long time. "I'm sorry!"

Raise the kitchen knife and drop it in your hand.

After simmering for more than half an hour, looking at the chicken soup boiling in the pot, she raised her hand and wiped her sweat with her sleeve, very moved.

The mountains and seas are wrong, she has eaten a lot.

I never thought that it would be so difficult to make a simple meal.

In the middle of the ring, Shunhua took out the golden and warm soup from the hot pot, and the soft chicken seemed to be popped into a bowl, which looked very attractive.

When she came out of the kitchen with two bowls of soup, Fu Mujin was taking a cool breath in the yard, and after bathing, Fu Mujin was refreshing and flying, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance on her body.

In the moonlight, it was like the night she met him.

The moon fairy who strayed into the world did not have a trace of dust on his body.

He was clearly close at hand, but it seemed far away.

The night suddenly flashed with snow, she was stunned, and said to herself: "I know, I swore a poisonous oath!" Not excited, not excited. ”

She coughed lightly and said, "The chicken soup is ready, don't worry, this time the husband didn't burn the kitchen." ”

Fu Mujin took the chicken soup and chopsticks, found that there was white rice at the bottom of the bowl, and ate it without saying a word.

Shunhua squinted at him, like a cute fox, anxiously waiting for the evaluation.

"How? Is it tasty? ”

"Well, it smells good." Fu Mu Hibiscus nodded elegantly.

"Really? But why are you sitting so far away? ”

Shun Hua frowned, just now she felt that he was strange, and as soon as she sat down, he moved the stool two meters away, and turned his back to her.

Fu Mujin didn't speak, turned his head slightly, and looked awkward.

"Weird." Shunhua took a sip of chicken soup and frowned, "Huh? ”

This strange smell is hot and light, so unpleasant.

I must have forgotten to put salt.

Yan Shunhua raised his eyes and looked at Fu Mujian, who had been turning his back to him, and was suddenly a little moved.

With such a bland and unpalatable chicken soup, he can drink it all without complaint.

can cook for such a man, and life will not be bitter.

"Lady, but the angry prince just said that you are a stinky pervert?" She poked her head out slightly.

I saw that the tall back trembled, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Fu didn't mean to offend your mother." ”

"Ahh It's okay, you didn't mean to. ”

A huge sense of guilt enveloped Yan Shunhua, and she didn't mean to wronged him.

I can only find an opportunity to compensate him in the future.

"Don't worry."

He didn't turn around, but looked ahead with a determined expression, "In the future, I will try to keep my distance from you." Never make a second mistake. ”

"It's not that serious..."

For some reason, at this moment, she could feel a cold alienation from that back.

Fu Mujin silently left her sight.

*

The little scholar waited in the barracks for days, but not a letter came.

Angry and annoyed, blaming himself for not being angry.

"Yidao, Yidao, how can you have a stomachache before leaving? You should get into the carriage and pull it when you land, so that the son doesn't have to replace you and be the fat man's wife. Ten days, a full ten days, when Childe comes back, what else will be left! What else is left! ”

The miserable little scholar paced back and forth at the gate of the camp, looking up to the sky and questioning.

"No, I have to get my son back immediately!"

As soon as the little scholar wanted to rush out, his shoulders were held down by two hands.

"Wait."