Seeing that the character who was still out of the dust just now, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, but in a blink of an eye, he begged for food to himself, this style of painting really changed too quickly, which made Shen Qianmo a little difficult to accept all of a sudden.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but give him a roll of the eye. Looking at the sky, it seemed that it was already dinner time.

Isn't this guy hungry all the time waiting for her to come back?

She glared at him angrily, and said angrily: "Why did you come here when you were hungry, didn't King Xuan have anything to eat, do you want King Xuan to go all the way to the Guogong Mansion when he is hungry?" ”

Meng Yuanheng replied justifiably. "I can't eat it if it wasn't made by Mo'er."

Shen Qianmo held his forehead. It's really lost to him. She suddenly remembered that because she rushed to General Pingxi's Mansion to treat Feng Ze's injuries today, she didn't prepare food for him and send it to King Xuan's Mansion.

But he had already asked He Qing to report the matter to him early in the morning, why did this guy come to the door in person?

But in the end, he still felt sorry for his hungry stomach for a long time, and Shen Qianmo didn't ask more, but just told Mama Xu and the others to prepare a few simple side dishes immediately, and then fill their stomachs first.

After being busy in the General's Mansion for a long time, she also felt a little hungry.

However, Meng Yuanheng, don't be such a scoundrel!

"Mo'er, I can't catch that dish." He pointed to the spicy chicken that was farthest away from him, looked directly at her with bright eyes, and said pitifully.

Shen Qianmo glanced at him, and said neatly: "Meng Yuanheng, don't think that you can be a scoundrel in a wheelchair, your arm length is enough to reach any dish on this table." If you want to fill your stomach, do it yourself. ”

"Mo'er hates me?" Meng Yuanheng flattened his mouth, and his tone instantly became low. "If my leg disease can't be cured, Mo'er, will you treat me as one?"

When did this guy become so sensitive? Shen Qianmo glanced at him suspiciously, but saw that there seemed to be a flash of light in his deliberately dim eyes.

Well, it's Bo Sympathy again!

Shen Qianmo was really speechless. Fortunately, this guy likes to be quiet, and he doesn't like to be served by someone during dinner, so there are only two of them in the room at the moment. Otherwise, your image as a cold-faced prince will be greatly reduced.

She sneered to herself, but said with a pretended thoughtfulness on her face: "Want to eat that spicy chicken?" No problem, come, open your mouth, I'll feed, you eat. ”

After speaking, she stretched out her chopsticks, took a large red chili pepper, and stuffed it into Meng Yuanheng's mouth.

He can't eat it horizontally, and it doesn't matter what he feeds him.

Meng Yuanheng was overjoyed when he saw that Shen Qianmo was rarely well-behaved and considerately fed to him, and he didn't see what it was at all, so he opened his mouth and ate it in one bite, and after chewing it a few times, his sword eyebrows were frowning, and it was difficult to swallow. However, his good upbringing made him unable to spit directly on the table, so he had to swallow it reluctantly, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and said to Shen Qianmo with annoyance: "Mo'er, you ...... Are you going to kill me? ”

Hot? Shen Qianmo's eyes suddenly lit up, grabbed his hand, and asked urgently, "Ah Heng, do you feel spicy?" Can you taste it? ”

Meng Yuanheng was also stunned. Yes, he hadn't felt this kind of taste for many years, but just now, the spicy taste that stimulated his taste buds spread so clearly in his mouth, and this long-lost feeling made him a little difficult to accept all of a sudden.

Shen Qianmo handed him a glass of water, asked him to rinse his mouth, and then gave him a chopstick of sweet and sour fish. "Ah Heng, what does this taste like?"

Meng Yuanheng tasted a few sips elegantly, and smiled lightly at Shen Qianmo, "Sour and sweet, Mo'er's craftsmanship is really good." ”

It seems that this guy's sense of taste has really recovered!

A big smile bloomed on Shen Qianmo's delicate face, "Ah Heng, this is a good phenomenon, if you have recovered your sense of taste, it means that the day when you will completely cure the cold poison is not far away." ”

"Hmm." Meng Yuanheng responded with a light smile, obviously very happy.

Before he met Shen Qianmo, he didn't care if his cold poison could be cured, and even he felt that he should be crippled and lonely for the rest of his life, enduring the pain of the cold poison every month, as if only in this way could he be worthy of the more than 100,000 soldiers who died in vain in the Guinu River.

But after getting to know Shen Qianmo, he felt that he no longer had the only thing left in his life: national hatred and family hatred. There are a lot of things he can do.

He wanted to travel the world with her, not just by her pushing his wheelchair, and the two would never be able to walk side by side.

When she is hot, he can wipe her sweat with his hands, when she is cold, he can add clothes for her at any time, when she is standing quietly, he can gently hug her from behind, and when she doesn't want to walk, he can carry her on his back and pick her up as he wants.

The longer he knew Shen Qianmo, the more things he coveted. And all these beautiful thoughts, in another month, will come true with the complete healing of their own cold poison.

Thinking of this, Meng Yuanheng's always cold and waveless face was also full of joy.

It's just that in the next second, his handsome face with a slight smile instantly turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice to the door: "Who?" ”

Shen Qianmo was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, immediately stood up, pushed open the door, and saw Qingluo standing outside who came to serve tea, probably because he was startled by Meng Yuanheng's majestic low drink just now, and his pretty face was still a little pale.

Although she didn't order the tea, she had no opinion since Qingluo brought it. Although this girl can't speak, she has always been careful and thoughtful in her work, and Shen Qianmo is still quite satisfied with her.

So she nodded and let Qingluo come in, put down the tea, and saw that Meng Yuanheng seemed to have a bad face, so she glanced at her and motioned her to retreat.

Qingluo understood, so she bowed to her and quietly retreated.

Seeing Qingluo leave, Meng Yuanheng's face returned to normal. He took out a slightly heavy volume and handed it to Shen Qianmo, and said, "Mo'er, this is the business situation of Momen in recent years, as well as the list of some accomplished disciples under Momen, my father-in-law ordered, let me pass it on to you." ”

Shen Qianmo took the scroll and flipped through a few pages, the words in it were dense, and many of them were traditional characters, she really couldn't understand it for a while, she suddenly felt a headache, so she closed the scroll, squatted down to look at him at eye level, and said to Meng Yuanheng as if asking for help: "Ah Heng, read it with me, you know, I don't understand your words here." ”

It is rare to see Shen Qianmo showing such weakness to her coquettish side, this delicate and lovely appearance made Meng Yuanheng's heart move, he wrapped his long arms lightly, and couldn't help hugging her into his arms, and his low voice sounded sexily in her ears.

"This is natural. Do you want someone else to watch with you, huh? ”

Early in the morning, He Qing came to report to him, saying that the princess was going to the Zhengxi General's Mansion today to treat General Wuwei's injuries, and she had no time to prepare meals and send them to the palace. He was very unhappy when he heard it, he felt depressed all day long, he couldn't swallow, and seeing that it was almost dark Shen Qianmo hadn't come back yet, he couldn't help but rush to the Guogong Mansion to wait for her.

Among these men who coveted Shen Qianmo, he was most afraid of Feng Ze, because he knew that Feng Ze had a special meaning for Shen Qianmo.

And Feng Ze insisted on refusing to marry this time at the expense of resisting the decree, he didn't have to think about it and knew what it was for.

Hmph, Feng Ze is really his henchman, it's damned!

Meng Yuanheng's cold eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness.

Feeling the strength of the arm surrounding her gradually increasing, and hearing the strong threat in his words, Shen Qianmo couldn't help but secretly think that if she really found someone else to watch with her, and that person was still a man, that man would probably die.

Really, this guy's vinegar is a little bigger. Shen Qianmo tried his best to break free from his embrace, and was about to lecture him a few words, when Changdong's voice came from outside the door.

"Master, Yan commands the emergency report."

"Come in." Meng Yuanheng let go of Shen Qianmo, but still hugged her shoulders and didn't let her get up.

Changdong pushed open the door, walked in quickly, and handed an encrypted letter to Meng Yuanheng.

"Give it to the princess." Meng Yuanheng spit out four words without the slightest hesitation.

"Yes." Changdong turned to hand the letter to Shen Qianmo.

This guy is really lazy to a certain level. Shen Qianmo glanced at him, and saw that Changdong bent down to hand the letter respectfully, and was not too embarrassed to take Qiao, so he took the letter in Changdong's hand, and under the gesture of Meng Yuanheng's eyes, he opened it and took a look, and there were only a few vigorous and powerful words in it.

"The master of the Shadowless Gate is Mo Han Mountain."