Lu Zheng hugged An Sheng hard, with great strength, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his body and never separate.

An Sheng didn't struggle, and obediently let Lu Zheng hold him.

Lu Zheng was trembling holding his arms, he was afraid, just as scared as when he went to Huai'an.

An Sheng understood this feeling, so instead of breaking free from Lu Zheng's embrace, she reached out and gently patted Lu Zheng's back twice to show comfort.

It was these two blows that made Lu Zheng's eyes red.

This situation is a good time to complain to each other, and Lu Zheng really plans to do so.

He knows that he is not able to speak well, but in the face of An Sheng, he is also willing to do his best to express his inner emotions.

The scorching emotions that are about to erupt

But who would have thought that plans always can't keep up with changes.

No matter how hard you try, the situation doesn't allow it, and you can't help it.

"I ......"

Lu Zheng's sensational words had just begun, and An Sheng's belly sang "Empty City Plan" one after another.

Lu Zheng: "......" my love words!

An Sheng clutched his stomach and smiled at Lu Zheng embarrassedly.

Lu Zheng lost his temper in an instant, let go of people, and went out to serve food to An Sheng.

Knowing that An Sheng had woken up, Master Puyun and Qinghui hurriedly came to visit, and even the prince and Lu Wen came with him.

After Master Puyun checked An Sheng's pulse and confirmed that there was no problem, An Sheng finally drank the hot porridge.

The white porridge was soft and glutinous, the rice grains were all turned over and flowered, exuding a fragrant atmosphere, with sour bamboo shoots and side dishes from the south, An Sheng drank two bowls in one go.

Qinghui was accompanying her, and when she saw that An Sheng wanted to eat again, she stopped her, "Miss, the master said, you can't eat too much at once, I'm afraid it will hurt your spleen and stomach." ”

An Sheng also understands this truth, she hasn't eaten well for many days, she eats too much at once, there is no benefit at all, and she still suffers afterwards, no matter how hungry she is, she has to put the bowl down.

An Sheng put down the dishes and chopsticks, took the cloth towel handed by Qinghui to wipe his hands, and then asked casually: "This porridge is really good, but it doesn't look like your craft?" I thought that Zheng's mother boiled porridge the best, but it seems that there are still people outside the world, in the end, it is the land of fish and rice, and a bowl of white porridge is so good. ”

An Sheng said it casually, but who knew that Qinghui laughed, "This porridge is indeed not boiled by slaves, but it is not boiled by the cook in Huai'an City." ”

Qinghui's smile and tone were obviously meaningful, how could An Sheng not hear it.

Is it possible, though?

Qinghui received An Sheng's hesitant gaze, nodded with a smile, and said: "This porridge is boiled by the prince himself, from washing rice to adding firewood, everything is made by the prince himself, and the slave maid also knows that the prince can still boil porridge, and it is so good!" ”

Qinghui is most worried about Lu Zheng's lack of attention to An Sheng, and now that she has seen with her own eyes how much Lu Zheng values An Sheng, she is completely relieved.

Even though he had been prepared in his heart, but when he heard the affirmative answer, An Sheng couldn't help but be shocked.

Unexpectedly, is it really the porridge that Lu Zheng boiled himself?

Everyone in the world can say that a gentleman is far away from cooking.

But Lu Zheng was willing to make porridge for her with his own hands!

......

Three days later, August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lu Zheng was ordered to go south at the end of June, and originally thought that he would be able to leave after a few days, but he didn't want to, so he spent the Mid-Autumn Festival here.

An Sheng is already well, she is a doctor herself, and she naturally knows her body.

It's that Lu Zheng is always uneasy, and he takes the trouble to ask her every day if she is uncomfortable.

Huai'an has not yet recovered from this epidemic, and this Mid-Autumn Festival is not lively.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still in Huai'an, and the officials of Huai'an, how dare they slack off.

The prince was invited away by a group of officials, and Lu Zheng, who was supposed to appear at the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, stayed in An Sheng's courtyard and refused to leave.

He has already sent Lu Wen to replace him, he has been tired for so long, can't he also be "tired" once?

Lu Wen, who was pushed out by Lu Zheng to entertain on his behalf: "......" General "is sick", why doesn't he know!

Lu Zheng announced his illness to the outside world and refused to see guests, but no one in Huai'an, big or small, said anything, didn't he say anything when he saw His Royal Highness the Prince, where was their turn to say?

The prince took Lu Wen and a few henchmen out to the banquet, An Sheng was happy and quiet, and after dinner, he sat in the courtyard with Master Puyun, Lu Zheng and Qinghui to enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes.

Huai'an's local chefs are very famous for cooking vegetarian dishes, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince attaches great importance to Master Puyun, and specially recruited a chef who specializes in vegetarian dishes to cook for Master Puyun.

This chef not only does the vegetarian dishes well, but also the vegetarian snacks are not bad, An Sheng has been feasting with Master Puyun in the past few days.

The night breeze in August is cool and cool, blowing on people, which is very refreshing.

There is a bright moon in the middle of the sky, and the sky is full of stars, which is very beautiful.

If, if no one kept asking her if she was cold, An Sheng felt that she might feel more beautiful.

Turning his head, he looked at Lu Zheng helplessly, "General, it's only mid-August." ”

There was a big drought in Huai'an, and it hadn't rained for several months, so it was easy to have some wind tonight, and Lu Zheng actually asked her if it was cold.

"Your body is not good, and your foundation is too bad." Lu Zheng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the question he asked.

Master Puyun himself said that An Sheng's foundation is relatively poor, so his body and bones have not been strong, of course he has to be careful.

Facing the rightful General Lu, An Sheng had no choice but to change the topic, "Huai'an hasn't rained for three months, right?" ”

The drought in Huai'an is also a cause of the plague, of course, if at the beginning, without the stupid things that Feng Yushan did for his own selfish interests, the epidemic in Huai'an would not be so serious.

Now that the plague has been solved, Feng Yushan has also been beheaded, but if it doesn't rain again, Huai'an City is afraid that it will be restless again.

Not only Huai'an, but also other neighboring states and counties will also be affected.

That's not good.

"Master, look at this celestial phenomenon, when will it rain?" An Sheng looked up at the starry sky, turned his head and asked Master Puyun.

Master Puyun's hand holding the moon cake stiffened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his gaze was calm (fog?). He stared at his apprentice.

He is a monk, not a celestial master, can he really measure any celestial phenomenon?

However, it has not rained for several days, which is really not the same thing.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should discuss the matter of asking for rain with the Huai'an officials tonight." The drought in Huai'an is not a good phenomenon, Lu Zheng and the prince both understand, so neither of them is in a hurry to go back.

Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet, the prince is preparing to discuss with the Huai'an subordinate officials and set up an altar to ask for rain.

Illness can be cured, disasters can be calmed, but this rain, you can really only listen to God.