Mo Wengu replied with a smile: "I came back last night, and when I saw that you had already slept, I didn't bother you. ”

Liu Fumian flexibly tucked the sword into its sheath and carefully hung it on the wall.

Mo Wengu couldn't help but sigh sincerely: "Mian'er is still as high-spirited and heroic as before, but your swordsmanship looks like an eye, and I have never seen you dance before." ”

Liu Fumian was originally smiling, but after hearing Mo Wengu's words, her face changed suddenly, she seemed to think of some unpleasant memories, and even her walking steps became heavy.

Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, and then said cautiously: "It doesn't matter if Mian'er doesn't want to say it, tell me when you want to say it." ”

Mo Wengu wanted to ask the origin of the father of the child that Liu Chuimian was pregnant with, but whenever the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed it in his stomach, and several times he hinted at Liu Chuimian, but Liu Chuimian unknowingly changed the topic.

Regarding her experience outside, Liu Fumian never mentioned it.

Mo Wen took care of his hands, he always felt a little stuffy in his chest, he obviously married Liu Fumian as he wished, how could that lingering sense of emptiness still exist?

Just when the atmosphere was a little delicate, the little girl Moyu walked in with breakfast: "Niangniang, it's time for breakfast." ”

Liu Chuimian hurriedly smiled and asked, "Has the prince had breakfast?" ”

Mo Wengu had long been accustomed to Liu Chuimian changing the topic, so he also cooperated: "No." ”

"Let's eat together." Liu Fumian walked to the table and sat down, "I can't finish the breakfast sent by the chef every day, if the prince accompanies me to eat together, maybe I can eat more." ”

Mo Wen Gu agreed with his head.

The two sat facing each other at the round table, and Moyu quickly placed the meals in the food box on the table one by one. These dishes are all specially customized by Langzhong for Liu Chuimian, but there are seven dishes such as red date crucian carp soup, pork liver porridge, stir-fried vegetarian dishes and steamed beef.

There are two pairs of tableware, one copy is for Liu Fumian to spare, at this moment Mo Wengu stayed to eat, but it happened to be useful.

Liu Chuimian sat there, and Mo Yu first served Mo Wengu a bowl of pork liver porridge first, and then went to serve Liu Chuimian.

This pork liver porridge is bright in color and fragrant, and just smelling it makes people appetize and increase their appetite.

The chef in Mo Wengu's house is the old imperial chef in the palace, and the dishes cooked by the old imperial chef that the emperor gave to his mother in the past are exceptionally delicious, even if Liu Fumian has a bad appetite because of pregnancy, he can eat most of the bowl in one go.

Seeing Mo Yu busy serving them for dinner, Mo Wengu couldn't help but be a little stunned for a while.

He rarely eats with Shu Qing, but every time he eats with her, Shu Qing will personally cook for him, Mo Wengu picked up a few mouthfuls of porridge, looked at Liu Fuyan, who was eating by himself, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Although he and Liu Chuimian have now become husband and wife, he always feels that the relationship between them is strange, like an estranged friend, and like a familiar stranger, in short, there is no tacit understanding between husband and wife.

When Liu Fumian raised her head, she saw Mo Wengu staring at herself motionlessly, she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch the side of her face, and asked curiously, "Lord Wang, is there anything on my face?" ”

"Nope." Mo Wengu smiled slightly, and his tone was extremely gentle.

Liu Chuimian pursed his lips, then lowered his head and continued to eat, after repeating this two or three times, Liu Chuimian finally couldn't help but say again: "The crucian carp soup in the kitchen is very tender, Moyu, you can put a bowl for the prince to taste." ”

"Yes." Mo Yu replied yes, carefully scooped a bowl of soup, and placed it in front of Mo Wengu.

This crucian carp soup has been boiling for at least two hours, and the soup has been boiled to milky white, with a few delicate red dates floating on it, which looks particularly beautiful in a porcelain bowl as white as jade.

Mo Wengu took a small sip of the spoon and handed it to his mouth, the tender soup entered his mouth, overflowing a rich fragrance on the tip of his tongue, but Mo Wengu frowned involuntarily, and muttered to himself: "It's not that kind of taste......

Shu Qing also stewed crucian carp soup for him to eat, but it was not such a rich aroma, the old imperial chef boiled it is indeed very delicious, but it is missing a kind of fine feeling of the fish itself, Shu Qing's soup is different, Shu Qing's crucian carp soup tastes very light, but it is an endless aftertaste, even after eating for a long time, the deliciousness of the fish still echoes on the tip of his tongue.

At this moment, his mind was full of that smell.

His mouth was really raised by Shu Qing, the same as Liuqu.

"What?" Liu Fumian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Mo Wengu was saying that the soup tasted strange.

She hurriedly scooped a sip with her own spoon and tasted it slowly, but the taste of the fish soup was no different from what she usually ate, and Liu Chuimian couldn't help but say, "This fish soup is not boiled." ”

"It's not boiled, it's just that it can be done better, and if you have a chance, I really have to let you taste Shu Qing's soup, Shu Qing ......" Finding that he inadvertently mentioned Shu Qing in front of Liu Fumian, Mo Wengu looked stunned and hurriedly stopped the words in his mouth.

Liu Chuimian's expression was not the slightest bit unusual, she just continued to eat the soup in small bites, as if she didn't hear what Mo Wengu said just now.

Mo Wengu didn't have much interest in eating for a while, so he simply put down the dishes and chopsticks, and quietly diverted Liu Chuimian's attention: "By the way, this king heard Moluo say that you want to change the piano room next door into a house for sword practice?" ”

"That's right." Liu Fumian admitted, "The piano in that room is so in the way that I don't have a place to show my hands and feet. ”

"The back garden of King Qing's Mansion is so big, in fact, Mian'er, you don't have to go to great lengths to toss that room." Mo Wengu smiled, "The piano is already there, but it's troublesome to come and go." ”

When Liu Fumian heard this, the chopsticks in her hand were also put down, she lowered her eyelids, and asked in a particularly cold voice: "That qin is Shuqing, right?" ”

Mo Wengu pursed his thin lips slightly, and silently acquiesced.

Liu Fumian looked at him lightly, his eyes were as calm as water: "Are you blaming me for moving Shu Qing's things?" ”

"No, Mian'er, I didn't mean that......" Mo Wen was anxious, he finally managed to lead the topic away, who knew that he went around and returned to Shu Qing's body, "In my heart, you will always be the most important." ”

Liu Fumian raised his eyes and looked directly at Mo Wengu's unconfident eyes: "Really? ”

"Really." Mo Wengu said solemnly.

Liu Chuimian's expression did not ease.

Mo Wengu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and had to get up suddenly: "Mian'er, you eat first, I will go to the palace to restore my life in a while, and I will come to see you in the evening." ”

With that, Mo Wengu left Liu Chuimian alone and walked out of Gu Lanyuan quickly.

Liu Fumian's fingers tightly grasped the chopsticks on the table, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.