Leng Qinghuan returned to the palace with an embarrassed face, sorted the supplements that the queen mother rewarded that day, and planned to send them to his brother another day.

There were two boxes of good Codonopsis inside, and Leng Qinghuan wanted to replenish his qi and blood, so he went into the kitchen and took a turn.

No one cared about it in the stove room, the charcoal fire had long been extinguished, and it was a cold pot and a cold stove.

Today, the spirit girl bought two pigeons from outside, and they were cleaned up and placed on the stove.

Leng Qinghuan rubbed his stomach: "Doudou, why don't we stew Codonopsis suckling pigeon and eat it?" Give half to my brother, and we'll make it up too. ”

Doudou was a little embarrassed: "But the slave won't, wait for the queen mother to come back in a while, she went to the front to iron the clothes." ”

"The stew is not simple, just put it in water, add some salt, and simmer for a while."

When I think about it, it seems that it is indeed such a thing. Wang's mother likes to be lazy at work, and likes to chat with the mother-in-law in the front yard, and when she comes back, she doesn't know the Year of the Monkey.

Just do it. She rolled up her sleeves: "Then I'll make a fire on the stove first." ”

One of them made a fire and the other brushed the pot, and they were so busy that they were in full swing.

"Miss, this charcoal seems to be damp today, so you can't light it?" Doudou's eyes were red and swollen, and he raised his face, which was black and white with soot.

Leng Qinghuan still has a little life skills, and said with disgust: "It's stupid, you just light charcoal, of course you can't catch it, you need to use firewood to ignite it." ”

After going around and around, I didn't find it: "On weekdays, Mama Diao has been diligent in watching the stove, and it seems that it has never been extinguished, and there is not even a little firewood in the stove room." ”

Leng Qinghuan casually raised his hand and pointed: "Aren't there many in the study?" ”

"Mama Diao is worried that Miss, you will harm the prince's book, and the door of the study has long been locked."

Leng Qinghuan straightened up, and the residual smell of pigeon blood made her want to vomit a little: "Isn't this simple, I'll just pick the lock open." Murong Qi has so many books, just vassal elegance, just put it on a show, and he can't see it if he has a few fewer books. Doudou also felt that his young lady's words were very reasonable. A room full of books, I feel dizzy when I look at the small words, and I am afraid that I will not be able to finish reading it for the rest of my life.

The two hit it off, walked to the door of the study, glanced at the heavy brass lock, and then at the open window, Leng Qinghuan supported the windowsill with his hands, and jumped into the house. The house is very clean and dusty, and it looks like the credit of Mama Diao.

She walked around the bookshelf, most of them were historical records of the art of war, and in the corner of the right-hand side, there were some literati poetry collections.

These sour articles are not welcomed by Murong Qi at first glance.

She casually pulled out a book that looked a little shabby, the cover was broken, only the word codex remained, and she flipped through it casually, it was just an ordinary collection of poems, I remember that there was a collection of books in the countryside home, and it would definitely not be a precious lone book or something.

That's it. Leng Qinghuan took the book and returned the same way and handed it to Doudou.

I can't read and write, and I'm a little worried: "Look at this book is so shabby, the prince still treasures it, it won't be very scarce, right?" ”

Leng Qinghuan snorted disdainfully: "At first glance, it is used as a façade, just this broken book, my brother has memorized it very well." ”

Doudou was relieved, pulled it in half, and threw it directly into the stove.

It was the first time for the two of them to make a fire in the stove, and they didn't know how to do it, and they saw that the fire was very strong, and they were all empty, and a pile of charcoal hula was poured into it, and the fire was immediately extinguished, and a large puff of smoke rose and filled the whole room.

The two of them were in a hurry.

"Doudou, you're murdering. Quick, hurry up and put the pot on it to block the smoke! ”

"I can't stop it."

"You blow the bottom fire with this bamboo pipe and see if it can still be lit? If the fire is lit, there will be no smoke. ”

"It's useless, miss, I'll hold the pot, and you put the rest of the book on top of the charcoal and cause a fire."

"Where's the book?"

Leng Qinghuan was so smoked that he couldn't open his eyes, and groped behind Doudou. Suddenly, I touched a hard, "living thing" that seemed to move?

She was stunned, what the hell?

Doudou, who was blowing the fire, stuffed the remaining half of the book in her arms into her arms: "The book is here." ”

Leng Qinghuan grabbed the book while rubbing his eyes and looked up, in the hazy eyes of tears, Murong Qi stood tall and jade, staring at her condescendingly, and it was his boots that he was holding with his hand.

As if she had been burned, she knew that something was wrong, so she quickly retracted her hand, intending to take advantage of the smoke and disappear.

Murong Qi was practicing his sword in the courtyard today, when he heard the guards looking in the direction of the main courtyard, and they talked one after another: "It seems that there is a fire over there?" Why is it so much smoke? ”

"Look in the direction of Tianque, hurry up and take a look, don't be the prince's study."

He put away the sword in his hand, and only turned his face to see smoke rising from the roof of the main courtyard, which was quickly blown away by the wind.

He was shocked, and the whole person immediately got up, rushed to Chaotianque, and saw a black smoke in this room, and he couldn't see the figure clearly. However, the panicked voice of the nasty woman can be heard.

His heart tightened, and he immediately rushed in without hesitation, it seemed to be a little different from what he imagined, there was no raging flame, only two dead women.

In the choking smoke, Leng Qinghuan bent over, still groping on the ground with his eyes closed: "Where is the book?" ”

He didn't understand, did this woman have something wrong with her brain, her eyes were so smoked that she couldn't open them, and she was still in the mood to read? He strode forward, and the woman grabbed him by the foot.

He bent down, grabbed Leng Qinghuan's collar with his big hand, and then threw Leng Qinghuan out of the stove room directly like a chicken.

Leng Qinghuan staggered forward two steps before he stopped, and before he had time to open his mouth, he first took two greedy breaths of fresh air and coughed twice.

"Can't you live in peace for two days?" Murong Qi said angrily.

Leng Qinghuan raised his face, tears washed the black ash on his face, and it was wiped into a lively scene, making the corners of his lips twitch, and he almost didn't hold it for a while.

"Why am I upset? I just make my own fire and cook my own food. ”

"Are you cooking? The king sees that you want to set the king's courtyard on fire. ”

"I can't point it!" Leng Qinghuan was straightforward: "Your boss can rest assured, we can't order it for a long time." ”

Murong Qi was stupidly laughed at by the master and servant: "Pigs are smarter than you, can the charcoal be ordered directly?" ”

"Of course not, we ......"

Leng Qinghuan shook the book in his hand, suddenly reacted, and hurriedly hid behind his back.

Murong Qi's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen the half book she was holding in her hand, and frowned: "What are you looking at?" ”

The first time he was a thief, he was stolen and seized, and Leng Qinghuan smiled dryly: "No, it's nothing, a few pieces of waste paper." ”