Meng Fusheng's face gradually changed, and the taste remaining on his tongue showed what he drank just now, it was sour and bitter, and there was a mushy smell, if it was the water left over from washing the pot, I am afraid that some people would believe it, right? Anyway, Meng Fusheng believed it.

But...... Looking at the princess in front of him who looked forward to it and wanted to get a positive reply, he could only swallow bitterly in his heart, and said with a clear conscience: "It's delicious, thank you princess." However, "

Before he could finish speaking, the excited Tulanchana couldn't wait to interrupt him and said excitedly: "If you like it, I will continue to stay here in the future." ”

As she said that, she suddenly blushed, and she was even embarrassed to look at Meng Fusheng directly, but looked like she wanted to say something, "Cook soup for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the dazzling figure turned around and ran away, leaving Meng Fusheng with a loveless face.

He must have misheard, right? Tulanchana should be about to return to the national capital, and there won't be this life-threatening "tonic soup" tomorrow, right?

But reality gave him a hard slap, and in the next few days, the swarthy tonic soup on the table was not pulled, Meng Fusheng drank all the dishes, ran to the thatched house several times a day, and even wanted to kill himself who couldn't bear to hurt Tulanchana at the beginning!

In the end, he couldn't help it, after all, the gods couldn't stand the diarrhea every day, and when Tulanchana sent the tonic soup for the last time, he invited her to join him.

Tulanchana was embarrassed at first, "How can this be done, it is said that it is for Generalissimo Meng." ”

Meng Fusheng smiled very sincerely, that enthusiasm, as if she insisted on refusing him, she would pour it directly, "If the princess doesn't dislike it, taste it first." ”

Tulanchana finally took a sip, and then her face changed abruptly, and she left without saying a word with a blue face, and the sound of vomiting could be heard in the distance, and since then, the tonic soup has never been sent over, and Meng Fusheng's heart rarely rises with a sense of happiness for the rest of his life after death.

These days have finally passed, and Tulanchana has not been dangling in front of his eyes for several days, so that he can worry about the affairs of the battlefield with peace of mind, and now he thinks that it is so happy to be with the company of the military book all day long.

But Meng Fusheng didn't relax for long, a woman in a plain white dress pushed open his door, if it weren't for the beautiful face that appeared in front of him all day during this time, he really wouldn't have recognized that this woman who looked like a good wife and mother was Tulanchana.

Meng Fusheng stared at her speechlessly, and finally couldn't help asking, "Princess, how are you dressed like this?" "Actually, what he wants to ask most is what are you doing in my room dressed up?

Tulanchana stroked her hair, and rendered the bewitching temperament on her body into a gentle and virtuous fan, and said with a smile: "I heard General Zhong say that Generalissimo Meng's clothes are washed by himself, thinking that Generalissimo Meng racked his brains all day long to win the battle, how could he do these trivial things, so I thought about helping you." ”

As she spoke, she was about to go to the back room, where there was still a bathtub of clothes that he had changed out of and was going to wash himself.

Meng Fusheng was like being struck by lightning, how could it not be the turn of Tulanchana, the real golden branch desire, to clean the clothes, and their relationship was not so affectionate.

As soon as he moved, he stopped Tulanchana, met her puzzled eyes, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you princess, but this kind of thing can be done by himself, how can he trouble the princess." ”

Meng Fusheng is a micro-minister and a princess, just to remind her of the identities of the two.

But Tulanchana just didn't enter the oil and salt, and put her hand on Meng Fusheng's chest, "How can we use the word trouble between us, this is what I should, and you don't call yourself a micro-minister in front of me in the future, and don't treat me as a princess, my father calls me Na'er, you can too." ”

Meng Fusheng took a few steps back, avoiding the fingertips that she was about to touch his face, and even more felt that something was wrong, "Princess, don't make such a joke with Weichen." ”

Tulanchana smiled, crossed her waist, and her face faintly showed anger, she was originally a domineering lord in the palace, but she was so patient with Meng Fu's survival, but she was not without temper.

"Do you dare to listen to what Princess Ben says? Princess Ben said that if you want to wash, you want to wash! ”

Her chin was slightly raised, and the soft light shone on her fair and delicate face, and those apricot eyes seemed to hide a thousand lives, and there was a faint shadow of that woman.

Meng Fusheng's heart was astringent, he turned his face away, flashed into the inner room and closed the door directly, and his voice came out of it in a muffled voice, "Princess, please go back, Weichen washed his clothes by himself, so he won't bother the princess." ”

Tulanchana kicked the door several times, but in the end she could only leave, she couldn't really tear down the door, that Meng Fusheng was really puzzled.

However, if you can run, the monk can't run, it's a big deal to come back tomorrow, she doesn't believe that Meng Fusheng really has such a big determination to keep rejecting her. Tulanchana thought happily in her heart, and even looked forward to tomorrow angrily.

This longing lasted until the next day, when she went to find Meng Fusheng as usual, the door was pushed open, and the man who was supposed to be sitting on the Taishi chair didn't know where to go, leaving only a deserted room.

Tulanchana didn't think that he was leaving at first, she sat on the chair and stared at no one for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask someone, only then did she know that Meng Fusheng left early this morning.

But no matter how much she coerced and tempted, she couldn't ask where Meng Fusheng went, and she didn't even know when he would come back.

Tulanchana had to give up temporarily, but every time she came over in the next few days, she didn't find anyone, but some of the books in the study or the case files on the table had traces of passivity, indicating that Meng Fusheng had returned, but it was just "just right" that he staggered with her.

Tulanchana hated itchy, but there was nothing she could do.

She didn't expect that the next time she saw Meng Fusheng would be in this situation, there were several accompanying imperial doctors standing in the room, who were treating the man's wounds.

It turned out that Meng Fu went to the front line a few days ago, and only occasionally came back to get some things, and he came back this time because he was accidentally injured on the battlefield, and was pressed back by Zhong Dehai to let him recuperate first, otherwise with Meng Fusheng's momentum to fight and die, I am afraid that he is still on the front line.

Meng Fusheng was slashed on the shoulder, leaving a hideous wound, and blood bubbled outside, and several imperial doctors couldn't bear it, but the really injured one was still holding the book in his hand that was not injured, looking at it with relish, his face expressionless, as if the wound was not on him.

His indifferent attitude towards the wound fell into Tulanchana's eyes, but it stirred up a big wave of Regulus.