After Meng Yuanheng tied the strap of Shen Qianmo's apron, he quietly watched her every move when cooking, as if he was looking at a beautiful scenery, which made him intoxicated and unable to take his eyes off.

This was the first time he had seen Shen Qianmo cook with his own eyes. He supported his cheeks with one hand, leaned on the wheelchair, and watched Shen Qianmo chop vegetables, put them in the pot, stir-fry, add ingredients, and serve dishes, all the movements were so orderly and calm.

Such a day is a quiet life of firewood, rice, oil and salt. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

After the leg disease is cured in the future, he can travel the world with her, wash his hands and make soup. Just thinking about it made him feel wonderful.

For the first time in more than seven years, this empty Xuanwang Mansion made him feel at home again.

And Liu Criterion is self-contained. Looking at the princess's craftsmanship, and comparing his own level, he just wants to cover his face and run away.

In the end, he secretly vowed that from today onwards, he would learn from the princess and make unremitting efforts to achieve the highest level of cooking.

However, the first family banquet in Xuanwangfu in seven years finally ended in a-for-tat confrontation between Yun Fei and Ning Wang.

Ning Wu didn't know what was wrong with her, anyway, she was extremely unaccustomed to Yun Fei's stinky fart coaxing and pretentious appearance.

"Hmph, that Yun Fei is really hateful, what Woyun Villa, Wo Mu Villa is almost the same!"

When Shen Qianmo sent the two of them out of the gate of the palace, Ning Wu remembered Yun Fei's unbeaten appearance, and she was still angry.

Shen Qianmo couldn't help but wonder. "Sister Wu, as the saying goes, it's not that enemies don't get together, you and the owner of Yunzhuang seem to be really a happy couple. As far as I know, Yun Fei rarely stalks women, maybe he is interested in you. ”

Ning Yuqiao's face flushed slightly, and she hurriedly denied: "Qianmo, don't talk nonsense, how can there be such a thing!" ”

Shen Qianmo just smiled and didn't say anything. Who can tell the truth about fate? Based on her observations, Yun Fei's attitude towards Ning Wu should be different from that of others.

It's just that it's better to let things go with the flow when it comes to the relationship between men and women, and it's not good for her to meddle too early.

Fu Yuechan was reluctant. But what she was reluctant to do was the little girl who was quietly lying in Shen Qianmo's arms.

This little fox is snow-white, well-behaved and obedient, and even has a pair of turquoise eyes, which is so cute!

But no matter how much she teased, the little fox was always cold and indifferent to her, which made her very frustrated.

"Sister Qianmo, can I often go to the Guogong Mansion to find you, and take a look at the little girl by the way?" Fu Yuechan looked at her with a pair of big watery eyes.

Shen Qianmo knew that she liked Xiao Liang. It's no wonder that there are few young girls who don't like cute little animals like Xiao Liang.

She smiled and nodded and said, "Of course, Sister Yuechan, you are welcome to come often." It's just a little bit more recognizable, and if you come to see it often, it's going to like you. ”

After speaking, she touched the little girl's head, lowered her head and asked it, "Did you say it, little girl?" ”

The little girl opened her half-squinted eyes and screamed softly to Fu Yuechan a few times, which immediately made Fu Yuechan very happy, and also stretched out her hand to imitate Shen Qianmo's appearance, touched its head, and her face was full of joy.

Cut, these little girls are really easy to coax. The little obedient closed his eyes again, and lay back into Shen Qianmo's arms with peace of mind and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Just now Situ Gong took a whole bowl of blood, and now it just wants to make up for sleep and rest and recuperate.

Seeing off Ning Wu and Fu Yuechan, Shen Qianmo returned to the inner courtyard of the palace.

Mo Qingshan had already gone back to the small courtyard where he was temporarily staying to rest, and Yun Fei, who was chattering, was also ruthlessly driven away by Meng Yuanheng.

And Meng Yuanheng had just finished taking the antidote sent by Situ Gong.

Shen Qianmo had already inquired with Situ Gong, this guy had been quite cooperative with the treatment these days, taking medicine on time every day, eating on time, and never losing his temper and making awkward noise.

She was very pleased. In this way, if he persists for another three months, his cold poison can be completely cured.

She handed the little girl to Situ Gong and asked him to take care of the little girl. Blood must be taken every ten days, Xiao Liang has been sluggish these days, and his spirit is not good, Situ Gong has prepared a prescription that can speed up its recovery, and it can be taken after taking blood.

Turning around and seeing Meng Yuanheng sitting in a wheelchair with his brows slightly furrowed, Shen Qianmo was a little distressed, so he pushed him to the side of the bed, helped him onto the bed, and let him rest on the head of the bed, while he sat on the edge of the bed, using the method taught by Situ Gong, and doing leg acupressure for him one by one.

Although this medicine can cure cold poison, it has a stimulating effect on the nerves in the legs, which will cause the pain to be more intense.

After pressing it a few times, his hand was grabbed by Meng Yuanheng.

She looked up and met a pair of affectionate eyes.

"Mo'er, can you go with me to a place later?"

"Hmm." Shen Qianmo didn't ask him where he was going, just nodded in response, and then said undoubtedly: "But now you have to lie down and rest." ”

"Okay." Meng Yuanheng rarely nodded obediently and lay down, but after lying down, his hands were pulled, Shen Qianmo was caught off guard, and he was pulled down, and the whole person lay on his chest.

Meng Yuanheng tightened his arms and wrapped her tightly around her, with an evil smile on his face. "Mo'er stay with me."

Shen Qianmo saw him smiling proudly, and couldn't help but give him a roll of the eyes. This guy's kung fu as a scoundrel is really getting better every day.

However, she is not disgusted. Even, she thinks that Meng Yuanheng is quite cute like this.

She leaned on his chest, stroked with her fingers, and drew slowly, seemingly carelessly, but Meng Yuanheng felt that she was drawing two words.

"Qianmo?" He asked, puzzled, uncertain.

Shen Qianmo smiled. This guy's senses are really keen.

"That's right. Ah Heng, actually, this is my real name. Shen Qianmo stared into his eyes, her tone soft and affirmative.

She knows that there are too many doubts about her, but no matter what the outside world thinks of her, the man in front of her has always believed in her, defended her, and doted on her without reservation.

Therefore, she hopes to show her truest self in front of him.

Where do you start? Shen Qianmo thought about it for a while and decided to start with the fire.

The fire in the Guogong Mansion and the explosion at the crime scene happened to occur at the same time, which was an accidental factor that brought her to this dynasty, and there must be some kind of connection between her and the original owner, so she could borrow her body and be reborn from the fire.

This matter is so incredible that even she, an expert with a modern high-tech education, can't explain it, so she is not sure that Meng Yuanheng can accept it.

Meng Yuanheng had been listening quietly, occasionally interjecting a few sentences, and his tone did not fluctuate too much. Only he himself knew, listening to Shen Qianmo's narration little by little, his heart was also tightening little by little.

When it comes to resurrecting the soul, it's not that he hasn't heard of it, but what makes him uneasy is that Shen Qianmo is actually from a thousand years later! And the world she had lived in and the things she had done before were all unheard of by him, so strange and incomprehensible to him.

In this way, there has been a thousand years between him and her?

Thinking of this, Meng Yuanheng's heart sank and he felt a strong sense of insecurity. He used his arms to tighten Shen Qianmo's slender waist, and with one side, he pressed Shen Qianmo under him, and there was obvious uneasiness in his eyes.

"Mo'er, don't leave me. Promise me never to leave me. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, then latched on to her earlobe and sucked gently.

"Hmm."

This "um" doesn't know if it is a response to Meng Yuanheng's request, or a natural response to emotion. Meng Yuanheng's unique masculine aura surrounded her finely, and the moist and warm feeling at her earlobe made Shen Qianmo's heart tremble, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan, only to feel that the whole person was indulged in Meng Yuanheng's gentle and domineering aura, unable to extricate herself.

Just when the two of them were lingering and feeling sorry for themselves, "knock knock", a few knocks on the door interrupted the scene in the house that was about to get out of control.

"Lord Wang, the carriage is ready, please go." Changdong said outside the door, and his tone was always rigid and monotonous.

Situ Gong stood not far away with his little boy in his arms, looking at Changdong who was standing at the door with a sympathetic expression, and sighed secretly.

Changdong, this kid, has been by the prince's side for so long, and he doesn't even have this bit of eyesight.

Who doesn't know that it's time to leave, but at a time like this, who dares to disturb the lingering moment of the prince and the princess.

Only Changdong, a kid with few tendons, dared to do this.

Not long after, the door opened, and Shen Qianmo pushed Meng Yuanheng to appear in front of the two.

Meng Yuanhengjun's face was dark, and his cold gaze glanced at Changdong fiercely, obviously angry.

Changdong received the angry gaze of his master, and he was puzzled in his heart, and he felt very aggrieved.

Didn't the master just tell him that as soon as the departure time came, he would come to remind him quickly, why did the master seem to be very angry, was it because he didn't remind him early enough?

In the carriage, Shen Qianmo finally knew that today was the death taboo of the dead soldiers of the Guinu River. For the past seven years, on this day every year, Meng Yuanheng will personally go to the Feiyun Cavalry garrison camp to pay tribute to the souls of more than 100,000 heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

Because Meng Yuanheng didn't rest well just now, after getting into the carriage, she let him lie on his lap and continue to rest.

Meng Yuanheng felt that lying like this was far more comfortable than lying on the bed, and under the bumps of the carriage, drowsiness gradually hit, and it was rare to fall asleep with peace of mind.

Shen Qianmo quietly stared at his sleeping face, raising her hand to caress his slightly frowning brows.

Even when he was asleep, his brow never stretched. Just like the lives of these more than 100,000 soldiers have never been put down in his heart.

Meng Yuanheng has confirmed that Meng Tianluo has nothing to do with the Ghost Nu River. So, who will be the person who planned this conspiracy and intended to uproot the Xuan Palace?

The carriage slowly stopped, Meng Yuanheng had always been alert, and immediately opened his eyes and woke up.

Feeling the familiar breath on Shen Qianmo's body, such a natural and comfortable aroma, he calmed down for no reason, so he turned around, hugged Shen Qianmo's waist, curled up, and leaned towards her arms.

The corners of Shen Qianmo's mouth twitched. Why does she have a feeling of seeing a little girl?

Outside the carriage, Changdong's voice came. "Master, it's here."

Shen Qianmo patted him on the back, Meng Yuanheng got up a little reluctantly, but still hugged her tightly.

Shen Qianmo glared at him angrily, took the lead in lifting the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and then placed Meng Yuanheng in a wheelchair.

Looking back, it turned out that this was the Feiyun Riding Camp.