"When will the prince come back today?" Le Zhengyu walked out of the yard, moved his stiff hands and feet, looked at the busy maid in front of him, and asked.

Now that the weather is in autumn, the autumn wind at night is still a little cool, and the wind goes straight into people's sleeves, Le Zhengyu is secretly thinking to himself, it's time to prepare some clothes for winter.

"Princess, the prince has sent someone to order, he will come back for dinner tonight, it is estimated that he should come back at about this hour, the old slave will go and prepare!" With the announcement of the housekeeper's grandmother, Le Zhengyu's distant thoughts were pulled back.

"No need, you all go down! I prepared dinner for him myself! With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she said naturally.

"Ah, does the princess want to cook herself? Yes, yes, the old slave is going to prepare the ingredients. The mother was so frightened that she ran away.

Le Zhengyu has been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and this is the first time since coming to this time and space that he has personally cooked for others.

Once, she heard from Mr. Storyteller that she washed her hands and made soup for him, but she didn't expect that it would fall on her now.

In the court, the impeachment of Jimo for cruel and profiteering excerpts flew around the emperor's desk. There were even a few days, within the eye of Emperor Jimo, there were all the concerts of the prime minister's party impeaching the prince, which made the emperor scold Ouyang Ye in his heart, he really didn't know what to do, and he really didn't give him peace of mind.

Since the prince returned to Beijing, the pen of the imperial historian has never stopped, every day when the court, the two princes and the prince are noisy, and the emperor's Jinluan Palace is regarded as a vegetable market for scolding.

In desperation, Emperor Jimo had to learn from his own son, let you quarrel all over the sky, and I would not move.

In front of Jimo Yu, these courtiers really don't have the slightest patience, they all say that the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly, look at these scolding people now, I'm afraid that they can't even put down an egg!

Jimo Emperor's headache was intensified, and the pain made him angry, and he reached out and grabbed a handful of folds, no matter who was in the audience, he smashed it down to the people who were arguing below.

The people who were smashed stopped talking, the imperial historians also stopped writing, and the quarrelling courtiers also prostrated on the ground one after another, not daring to say a word, only the prince who was sitting on the side, still looked lazy, looking at everything in the palace coldly.

"Why isn't it noisy? Is this the market on the side of the street? Are you blind? Show me clearly, this is my Jinluan Palace, what am I raising you for? What a rabble of immoral and incompetent people! Retreat! ”

Emperor Jimo was really angry, not throwing his sleeves away on weekdays, but slowly sweeping over all of them, and the emperor's coercion made each of them uneasy.

"I heard that the emperor's headache has occurred again recently, and the court has been fighting-for-tat all day long, and the saber rattling is too unusual, Your Majesty should take care of it." Everyone was in twos and threes, and the ministers who were closer talked to each other and slowly walked out of the palace gate.

Jimo Yu came out of the palace and went straight to his palace, he had been busy for a day, he thought so much about the woman who had become his princess, he missed her so much, and he didn't know why.

Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the red lanterns in the palace have not been removed, and the strong festive atmosphere has also added a little warmth to this large palace.

"Where's the princess?" Jimo Yu walked towards Le Zhengyu's room and asked Mu Qing, who was following him.

"Wang, the princess is not in the house...", the maid standing at the door trembled and reported to Jimo.

"It's not in the house, so where is it?" Jimo asked suspiciously.

"King, the princess is in the kitchen..."Before she could finish speaking, there was no trace of her own prince in front of her.

With a "bang", the kitchen door opened, and Le Zhengyu was carefully inspecting the last braised carp, and was shocked by this sudden sound and looked at the door.

"Hell, you're back? You go and wait, the meal will be ready soon, go outside and wait," he said, pushing him out and slamming the door shut.

Jimo outside the door stood dumbfounded, and the scene he had just opened the door was automatically replayed in his mind, and at this moment his heart was mixed, even he didn't know how to describe it, that sudden unfamiliar but not repulsive mood.

'Is she cooking?' For yourself? Cook for yourself? Thinking of this, the exhaustion of the day suddenly turned into nothingness.

When the last dish was on the table, she said, "Why, why don't you eat it, isn't it delicious?" No, I've made this dish many times. ”

Saying that, Le Zhengyu picked up the chopsticks suspiciously, and was about to put the delicious food on the plate in his mouth, Ji Mo grabbed Le Zhengyu's wrist, and kissed her when he was about to open his mouth.

The lips and tongues were exchanged, and this kiss caught Le Zhengyu off guard, and he could only stare wide-eyed, looking at the enlarged version of the handsome face that was close at hand.

But she couldn't even feel a trace of disgust, just a pounding in her chest.

A moment later, when Le Zhengyu was about to suffocate, his charming voice sounded in his ears: "Yu'er, we are in the cave room tonight, okay?" The magnetic voice made people throb, and Rao is a person like Le Zhengyu, who was full of concentration, was also stupid when he heard it at the moment.

Then he picked up the woman who had not yet come back to her senses and sat on the stool, picked up the chopsticks and fed her one bite at a time: "Let's try Yu'er's craftsmanship, how can we be interested in cooking in person tonight?" ”

At this time, Le Zhengyu was still thinking about what he had said just now, he said, "Cave room? ”

Did you really hear it right? Want to spend candles in the cave? She followed Jimo's mouthful movements, eating food with her small mouth open and closed, but her eyes stared straight at the side of the man's face.

"Has Concubine Ai eaten well? Keeping an eye on this king like this, can't you wait? Haha..."A hearty laugh melted into the wind, and the night was faintly beating because of the cheerful mood of the man under the moon, so unexpected.

The tent in the room was sprinkled, and the man on the rosewood bed hugged the petite and delicate person in his arms tightly, looking at her skin like congealed fat, and the corners of his lips were gently raised, and Mo Yu felt a burning heat in his body spread out, as if something was about to rush out, and his limbs were uncontrollable and wanted to ask for the person under him.

Jimo Yu's magnetic voice sounded low: "Yu'er, for this king, okay?" ”

He asked softly, the man's burning breath sprayed on the woman's face, itchy, making people want to grab something, Le Zhengyu became more and more red with his endless kiss, and opened his mouth to say something, but he only said one sentence after holding back for a long time: "Suffer, I... I have a habit of cleanliness..."

Le Zhengyu has some scruples, she doesn't want to lose herself in this jealousy of three wives and four concubines, she just wants to live clearly in this life.