"Mengxi, bring that one to me."

Cheng Jingyun had no time to clone herself, pointed to the medicinal herbs placed on the kitchenware, and then slowly turned the medicine spoon in her hand with her other hand.

"Okay."

Mengxi pulled out from the other side and ran to the position pointed by Cheng Jingyun and handed it over, and then picked up the grinding and smashed the medicinal herbs in his hand.

Cheng Jingyun didn't like these things to pass through the hands of others, so she was the only one who did it herself.

……

The huge Prince of Jin's mansion is only a few people who can enter Song Zhancheng's study.

Today, Song Zhancheng came back much earlier than usual, and Cheng Jingyun went to the medicinal diet room to make new medicinal food for people as soon as she was happy.

Because she found that Song Zhancheng had really been working hard for a long time recently, and if she continued like this, she was afraid that if she didn't have a good body, it would be damaged.

As a princess, how could Song Zhancheng's wife look at it like this, for the sake of Song Zhancheng listening to her words today and coming back early, she reluctantly gave people a benefit.

In fact, he happily dragged Mengxi to the pharmacy.

Mengxi didn't want to stop it, but agreed very much, because it is said that pregnant people still have to exercise properly, she doesn't want Sister Cheng to go out and run around, so it is naturally within a reasonable range to run to the medicinal diet, after all, she won't really let Cheng Jingyun do it the whole time.

"Okay, no?" Cheng Jingyun leaned sideways and looked at Mengxi who was tinkering with red beans over there, the medicinal porridge she made was just used after lunch.

The whole medicinal diet room is actually not big, almost the size of Song Zhancheng's study, which is Cheng Jingyun's own request.

Originally, there was a completed dining room in Nanyuan, which was used to open a small stove, and the natural scale was not very large.

It doesn't need to be too big or too small, it's almost just right, and the equipment inside is also readily available, once Song Zhancheng asked Cheng Jingyun if she wanted to expand it a little more, after all, it looked too small compared to the general dining room in the house.

Cheng Jingyun smiled directly, then sighed a little helplessly, and directly scolded her, she either wanted to do a big project, or she was studying medicinal diets in her spare time, and the general dining room provided meals for the whole house, of course she couldn't compare with this.

In the end, Song Zhancheng insisted on finding some cherished medicinal materials everywhere and filling the remaining warehouses of the medicinal diet room before he gave up.

The reputation is good, and it can't be wasted.

It was only at this time that Cheng Jingyun knew how naïve Song Zhancheng was.

And of course, cute.

But she didn't dare to say this in front of him, and I was afraid that she would inevitably be educated at that time.

"Alright, alright!" Mengxi stretched his neck and roared, then trotted over and poured the freshly brewed medicinal herbs into the jar one by one according to Cheng Jingyun's instructions.

Cheng Jingyun finally closed the lid of the can, boiled it over a low fire, and clapped her hands with satisfaction, "Okay, it'll be fine in another hour." ”

Mengxi also breathed a sigh of relief, and touched a handful of sweat that had just come out of her hurry, this was the first time she had touched this, and she was a little caught off guard by this rhythm.

Cheng Jingyun looked at her and raised her eyebrows and smiled, "How is it, is it fun?" ”

This little girl just now took the initiative to apply for help, and kicked out all the people who had helped her before.

Mengxi, who had a dirty face, pursed her lips, regretting her resentment, "It's not fun." ”

I looked at them before, but I didn't expect them to be so laborious.

Cheng Jingyun snorted with a smile and put down the wiped scarf, "It's not fun and useless, you will help this princess in the future, Xiaomengxi." ”

"Sister Cheng!" Mengxi was quite annoyed when she heard this ridiculous title, Cheng Jingyun laughed out loud when she saw her like this, "It's not a little Mengxi, it's our Lord Mengxi......"

……

The medicinal dining room over there is a lot of fun, and the atmosphere in the Nanyuan study here is quite solidified.

Song Zhancheng looked at the uninvited Ye Shiyun with an expressionless face, and his breath became colder and colder, and the afterglow made Yan He, who was standing on the side, freeze.

He seems to have done something wrong......

Time pulls back to the time when Yan He first arrived at the Jin Prince's Mansion.

Naturally, he would not violate his words when he promised to take Ye Shiyun with him, so when he left, he called Ye Shiyun by the way.

Until he arrived at Song Zhancheng's study, nothing happened in between.

But just a moment later, Song Zhancheng, who had a "gentle" attitude, was frozen for thousands of miles when he saw the person behind him, and it was really embarrassing that one of the feet he had just stepped in did not fall down.

He was very eye-catching, and when he saw this, he knew that it was his own bad thing, so he hurriedly glanced at Ye Shiyun behind him and asked her not to come in.

As a result, I don't know if he didn't convey it well, Ye Shiyun walked in calmly under his various eye signals, so that he had to look at her with a compliment, she could ignore such a cold look.

But then he said he was thinking too much.

"Get out."

Song Zhancheng looked at the uninvited person in front of him, looked down condescendingly, his tone was cold, and he exuded an aura that no one should approach.

Ye Shiyun just wanted to salute for a moment, bit her lower lip and raised her eyes to look over, "Lord Wang, I ......"

"Go out, don't let this king say it a third time."

Suddenly, she was interrupted by a voice that was even colder than just now, making Ye Shiyun's face turn white, and her face was a little ugly and embarrassed.

Song Zhancheng didn't care what she thought, his frowning brows hadn't relaxed since he saw her come in, and he didn't remember calling her over.

Yan He was silent on the side, now was not the time for him to speak, but his eyes kept urging Ye Shiyun to leave as soon as possible, after all, Song Zhancheng seemed to be in a very bad mood now, and it would not be so simple to really anger him when the time came.

Ye Shiyun lowered her eyelids, and finally answered what the person had just said from her mouth, "Yes." ”

Then he walked out of the study without looking back.

Yan He's gaze swept for a moment and then stopped paying attention, and he stood not far from the door and looked at the floor, as if there was a flower there that could attract him very much, what he thought was that if Song Zhancheng let him go out now, he could go out without saying a word, the temperature here was really low.

Song Zhancheng glanced at the person, his lips that were still pursed just now relaxed a little, turned around and walked to the desk in the study where he put it in the album, and his tone was light, "Don't take it as an example." ”

Yan He, who turned around and wanted to leave, paused, blinked, did not drive him out, and the low air pressure was gone, so he hurriedly ran over while the iron was hot.

Ye Shiyun, who walked out of the study, walked to the courtyard of Nanyuan with a blank face, squinting at everything here, feeling very uncomfortable.

The feeling just now is still vivid, and the embarrassment of that moment is still remembered by her now.

The man seemed to be still angry.

But she didn't know if she was angry, after all, she couldn't guess what that person was thinking, and it seemed that she could change her face at any time.

Even with her, it was all unpleasant to look at in front of her.

"Snort." A sudden sound sounded in the empty courtyard, making Ye Shiyun's body tense, and she quickly looked towards the place where the voice came out, "Who?" ”