Chu Zhi frowned and looked at Wei An without speaking, Wei An didn't care if he could get Chu Zhi's answer, and personally served her a bowl of chicken soup, as if nothing happened.

"If you really don't have an appetite, I'll drink a bowl of chicken soup first, and I'll go and get some appetizers in the kitchen now."

Chu Zhi was silent, and Wei An put the chicken soup in front of her.

After Wei An put the chicken soup in front of Chu Zhi, he stood up again and walked to the door. Chu Zhi vaguely heard Wei An instructing the palace people to prepare some appetizing things, she turned her head to look, only to see Wei An's back blocked at the door, Chu Zhi's eyes stopped, and when Wei An turned around and came back, she looked down at her hand on her knees.

Wei An sat down in the position just now, this time he didn't say anything more, Chu Zhi also stared at his hand to himself, and didn't move until the palace people came back.

The speed of the palace people was very fast, and they came back in less than a quarter of an hour, and the hall was very quiet at that time, and the atmosphere was a little weird, and the sound of the palace people made the strange atmosphere ease slightly.

"Your Majesty, the sour plum soup you ordered has been prepared."

"Bring it up." Wei An glanced at Chu Zhi before he said.

The palace people put the sour plum soup to Wei An's side, and then quietly retreated, and the hall was quiet again, Wei An looked calm, gently touched the edge of the white jade bowl, and only after making sure that the temperature was suitable did he get up and hand the sour plum soup to Chu Zhi.

"It's still a little cold now, and it's not suitable for eating anything too cold," I didn't ask them to add ice, you taste. ”

After Wei An finished speaking, he waited for a while, and seeing that Chu Zhi was delayed, his fingertips moved, and then calmly put the sour plum soup next to the bowl of chicken soup that Chu Zhi had not touched at all.

"Didn't you say that you don't have an appetite, the sour plum soup can be appetizing, don't you want to drink it too?" Wei An sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Chu Zhi didn't believe that Wei An, who was dominating the court, would not be able to hear what she said just now because it was perfunctory.

Chu Zhi raised her eyes slightly to look at the sour plum soup and chicken soup in front of her, and a deep sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in her heart. She knew Wei An before, but the current Wei An was the same as before. For the current Wei An, even if she has experienced so much, she still feels at a loss and doesn't know how to deal with it.

The two of them froze, Chu Zhi was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at Wei An: "I don't want to eat." ”

Chu Zhi said very bluntly: "If it weren't for the emperor's insistence on thinking that I was the person you knew and wouldn't let me leave the palace, I wouldn't be sitting here at this moment." I still have important business, if Your Majesty still wants to eat, please hurry up, if not, I should also leave. ”

Every time Chu Zhi said a word, Wei An's eyebrows wrinkled a little bigger, and by the time Chu Zhi finished speaking, Wei An's eyebrows had already twisted into the word "Chuan".

According to Wei An's previous character, if someone dared to speak to him like this, Wei An would definitely attack on the spot and not even give him a chance to beg for mercy. But Chu Zhi is not the same as those people, not to mention that he has lost it now, but after silently looking at Chu Zhi's pretended indifferent face for a while, no matter how angry he is, he will subside.

"Are you angry with me?" Wei An's eyebrows quickly relaxed, and his attitude towards Chu Zhi was the same as just now, as if he hadn't heard Chu Zhi's provocative words just now: "Your stomach has been bad, if you don't eat, it will hurt again." ”