Feng Duhan took Tsing Yi and others and sent Ye Zhiwei back to the tent.

Xiaolian heard the footsteps and came out, and screamed in surprise when she saw the wind and twilight.

Ye Zhiwei glared at the fussy girl.

Xiaolian immediately lowered her head, pretending not to see anything, and served Ye Zhiwei to change her clothes.

When Ye Zhiwei came out, she found that Feng Duhan was sitting on a chair, on the table, and the candlelight was flickering, which made her suddenly feel unreal, as if the person in front of her was just a magnificent silhouette in the illusion.

Thinking of his cynicism and decisiveness when he first met in his previous life, as well as his forbearance in this life, as well as the bone-eating hatred he once carried, no matter in his previous life or this life, only he was still by his side, walking hand in hand in the chaos and red dust.

These thoughts flashed, and then looking at his slightly emaciated silhouette, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked, she saw him drink a lot of wine at the banquet just now, but he didn't use many dishes, "Xiaolian cooked preserved egg porridge just now, and it was made according to my method, do you want to taste it?" ”

Feng Duhan raised her head, and the brilliance overflowing from her phoenix eyes was like fine silk, invisibly winding her, and her heart jumped uncontrollably.

She looked away in a panic, and the villain in her heart shouted: Demon, if you look like this, people will fight back!

"Okay." The wind and twilight said quietly, and did not refuse her kindness, which surprised her a little.

Xiaolian went out to prepare rice porridge, but Feng Duhan reached out and pulled her to her lap.

Ye Zhiwei's body twisted, glared and said, "Be careful to let people see me, I won't have the face to see people tomorrow." ”

The emperor had just given the marriage, and the prince of Nanwang ran to his fiancée's tent, and if it was passed out, it would not be beneficial to either of them.

"I'm afraid." Feng Duhan's big hand slowly rubbed her sideburns, "It is precisely because it is the emperor's marriage that this son has to keep an eye on it, so as not to frighten Miss Ye San again." ”

"What fright?" Ye Zhiwei didn't come back for a while.

Feng Duhan turned his head and called outside: "Tsing Yi." ”

"The subordinates are here." The figure of Tsing Yi was revealed at the door.

"Arrange more people to come over, and in the future, this place will be on guard all day, whether it is Mingzhu or the prince, no one is allowed to let those people in without the order of this prince."

"Yes!" Tsing Yi's footsteps gradually walked away.

Ye Zhiwei came to her senses at this time, in the past, Feng Duhan could only send people to protect her in secret, but now, he can finally arrange people around her openly.

Feng Duhan picked up a strand of broken hair on her sideburns, curled it on her fingertips and played with it, Ye Zhiwei couldn't cry or laugh, although she was reborn with him, he still regarded herself as a child, this feeling of being touched, as if she was a pet.

At this time, Xiaolian brought preserved egg porridge, and the tent was suddenly filled with a strong aroma.

"What is this?" Feng Duhan stared at the black pieces in the porridge in surprise.

"I asked the farmers on the village to burn preserved eggs." Ye Zhiwei smiled proudly, "But it's a secret recipe, you can't buy it outside." ”

She picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes with satisfaction, sure enough, the ancient food ingredients are all natural, and the taste is superb!

Feng Duhan looked down at her eating porridge, but her big hands slowly climbed up her waist.

Ye Zhiwei's heart chuckled.

There were no outsiders in the tent, Xiaolian, the girl, ran away after sending porridge and avoided it, if this guy was really impulsive, she was not an opponent at all.

"You can try it too." Anyway, let's stop him first.

She lifted a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his lips.

Feng Duhan was stunned, Ye Zhiwei suddenly remembered that the big families in the Gaomen Mansion would never share a spoon, not only that, but even the bowl had to be separated for each person.

This spoon has just entered her mouth, how can she let him eat it again...... She smiled awkwardly and quickly put down the spoon, ready to go to get another bowl of porridge on the table.

Twilight's hand grabbed her wrist, lowered her head, and took the spoon into her mouth.

"It tastes good." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"If you like, you can make it for you to drink in the future." Ye Zhiwei became proud, "This is my own recipe, even if you can't drink it in the palace." ”

Twilight looked at her excited little face, and the corners of her lips twitched.

At the banquet, he didn't use much of a dish, and the lingering smell of blood haunted him, so he barely ate anything other than drinking.

Mr. Cui specially prepared pills for him, if he hadn't taken these pills every day, with the little things he ate, he was afraid that his body would have been unable to support it for a long time, but the porridge he ate just now unexpectedly did not make him feel sick to his stomach.

He leaned his head over and said in a soft tone, "You come and feed me." ”

Ye Zhiwei was even more proud, raised her hand and fed him again.

As a result, she only took a bite of a bowl of porridge when it bottomed out, and all the rest went into his stomach.

"Delicious, right?" She smiled like a little fox waiting to be rewarded.

"Not bad." A bowl of porridge in his stomach, his whole body was warm, and he couldn't remember how long he hadn't experienced it.

"Are there any rewards?" Ye Zhiwei asked with a shy face.

"Yes." Wind Twilight's eyes flickered, as if something flashed from under his eyes, and the narrow tails of his eyes rippled like spring water, stretching out.

A tingling sensation rushed up from her back, as if it was about to drown her in the rippling light in his eyes.

"What do you want......" Twilight leaned down, her breath seeming a little disordered.

Ye Zhiwei blushed, but she knew that at this time, even if she wanted to run, it would be useless.

"We're not married yet." She warned.

"Pay some interest for your husband first." He stared intently into her eyes.

He was even ready, if she refused to let her go again, in this life, he wanted to leave the best to her, and didn't want to waste that beautiful first time in this kind of place, but he finally got her again, the beauty was on the side, he couldn't help it, and he didn't want to endure it.

Ye Zhiwei's face flushed, "Do you have to count?" She stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, as a modern soul, hugging and hugging between premarital lovers was nothing.

Twilight Han's arms tightened, and the burning breath hit her cheeks, "I don't know anything about my husband, and I've always wanted to ask you." ”

"What?" Ye Zhiwei leaned on his shoulder.

"When I was in Taiyang, my husband received a letter from you...... But I don't know what the meaning of the three words at the end is. ”

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help it, and burst out laughing, when she left the words "Mo Mo Da" at the end of the letter on a whim.

"Do you really want to know what that means?"

"Hmm."

Ye Zhiwei couldn't hold back a laugh, put her lips close to his cheek, and murmured: "That's what it means......" As soon as the words fell, she "chirped" and kissed him heavily on the face.

After a moment's distraction, Twilight chuckled and leaned over to kiss her.

Fanatically, asking for the softness of her lips, lingering and compassionate, entangled, straight into the heart......