Early the next morning, Mo Lan got up early in the morning. In the past, she had never had the habit of getting up early, and she didn't think that after coming to ancient times, even this would change.

After breakfast, she dragged the zither in the huge Minwang Mansion to carry out the "way recognition plan" to prevent a situation similar to last night. Zheng'er is the only treasure she brought out from Shangshufu, and the only person she can rely on now. Her meaning to Mo Lan is that she is a friend and a relative.

Everything in winter was already in a deep depression, and the Minwang Mansion seemed to be dead and silent, and yesterday's wedding did not bring any life to it. Mo Lan's arrival, for the palace, is just one more guest; For the subordinates, there is one more master with a kind face; And to Si Yunyin, she is nothing.

Along the way, I met a few subordinates, and they all bowed respectfully and left in a hurry, without showing too much curiosity about the new princess. Mo Lan was a little confused, Lord Min was cold by nature, could it be that even the subordinates in his mansion were like this? She involuntarily shrunk her neck slightly, and for no reason felt that this place was really cold.

"Princess, when are you going to make morning soup for the prince?" Zheng'er, who had been looking around curiously, suddenly asked.

"Morning soup?" Mo Lan turned her head a little inexplicably, "What's that?" ”

"Princess!" Zheng'er looked at her with wide eyes and incredulity, "I told you many times before I got married, and every time you said you remembered, why did you forget it now!?" ”

Morning soup? Mo Lan racked her brains to search for memories, and seemed to have a vague impression, but she couldn't remember what it was. So the truth is, she did forget. She looked at the zither with a pitiful expression.

Zheng'er sighed helplessly and explained again: "The custom of the Lieyun Dynasty is that every newlywed couple on the morning of the first seven days after marriage, the wife must personally cook a cup of lily lotus seed soup for her husband, which means that a hundred years of good harmony and early noble sons. ”

"Oh, I see." Mo Lan nodded clearly, this was the first time she had heard of this custom. But the question is, is it necessary for her to make soup for Si Yunyin? Even if she was willing to do it, it was still a question whether he would drink it. He had made it clear last night that the two of them were completely unrelated strangers. Since he is a stranger, who is the son of "a hundred years of good together, early to get a noble son"? She had decided not to do such a boring thing, but after walking a few steps, that cold and beautiful face suddenly appeared in her mind, which made her change her mind in an instant.

"Then we'll go and make soup for the prince now." She quickened her pace with some excitement, she was eager to know how Dao Si Yunyin would react after seeing the soup she had made for him.

"But, Princess." Zheng'er followed her steps and looked at her suspiciously: "Do you know how to make morning soup?" ”

"Of course! You also underestimate your princess. Mo Lan raised her face confidently. It's just soup, it's very simple, she used to cook it for Xifeng to drink, and this should be the first time she has made soup for someone other than Xifeng. Si Yunyin, you are quite blessed! She thought indignantly.

"But, Princess." Zheng'er couldn't help but interject again.

"What's wrong with that?" Mo Lan looked at her strangely.

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to make soup? To the kitchen, of course. ”

"Then do you know where the kitchen of the Dao Min Mansion is?" Zheng'er asks this question very rationally.

Mo Lan was stunned, she didn't know where the kitchen was. She stopped and looked at Zheng'er with expectant eyes.

"I don't know what to say." Zheng'er shook her head and reluctantly stated this fact.

Mo Lan was depressed for a long time, and spit out four words fiercely: "Go, ask for directions!" ”