The bamboo building reflects the warm sunshine, and the two people hug each other on the bed.

If you get married, although the wife is not Yan Ruochao's beautiful girl, her husband is as handsome as the moon and the best son, even if it is not a good match, it looks like an envious marriage, but it is just a candle night in the cave room that cannot be sitting, separating the two from each other.

Qiao Muyu sighed softly, holding Ling Siqing's arm harder and harder.

Ling Siqing nestled obediently in his arms, quietly as if he had fallen asleep again, and his low murmur poured out, with playfulness.

"Is this the attic you built here that you kept them busy for a while?" Qiao Muyu raised his eyes and looked around, this simple and chic room, with bamboo furniture and small silk fabric embellishments, was unique.

It turns out that this is the life she yearns for!

His gentle gaze flashed a hint of heaviness, born with the emperor's grace and beloved, how could he end up so pure!

Qiao Muyu said with emotion: "It's really good here, it's cleaner than the western suburbs, and let Li Su set up a formation outside another day, and it also prevents thieves from breaking in......"

Ling Siqing hummed in a low voice again, shallowly, with a vague meaning that no one noticed.

"It doesn't seem to be far from the ice fountain, how did you find it?" He felt the person in his arms grow heavier and heavier, and almost the entire weight sank. "Thinking ......" Qiao Muyu called softly, his voice was dry and hoarse, after a night of torment, he said a lot of words in the morning, and his throat was indeed a little uncomfortable, but the person in his arms made him even more uneasy.

He carefully loosened his arm, put his hands on her shoulders, and pulled Ling Siqing up from his arms.

Ling Siqing's head hung heavily on his shoulder, his whole body was like a boneless swimming fish, with no strength, his cheeks were not white, but there was a trace of suspicious redness, and he wiped her forehead with his hand, which was actually hot......

Qiao Muyu was suddenly shocked, and Ling Siqing was actually burned unconscious.

Ling Siqing was supposed to be a stove for the night, and the cool air entered his body, and when he saw Qiao Muyusu wake up in the morning, there was nothing wrong with him, and his spirit suddenly relaxed, and his body couldn't bear it, so it burned so badly that he fainted directly.

Qiao Muyu was anxious for a while, but he quickly calmed down, put Ling Siqing away, got up and dressed, and walked out of the bamboo building.

The last ten waited for a long time in the western suburbs, and finally received the greeting of the master, the location turned out to be the small bamboo building of the lady, slightly surprised but puzzled, just obeyed the order to prepare the things that the master wanted, and left by himself.

Qiao Muyu stayed alone with Ling Siqing in the small building, sunrise and sunset, looking at each other, away from the dust, and keeping it clean alone.

Ling Siqing was taken care of considerately, and even if she was immersed in her dreams, she seemed to feel that kind of tenderness.

On the bed, she was lying quietly with her eyes closed, at this moment, she didn't know that Qiao Muyu, who had never touched the spring water with her ten fingers, was decocting medicine and cooking in the kitchen, she didn't know that she was so carefully cherished by a person......

Qiao Muyu held the decoction of the medicine, his eyes were deep, he carefully blew it cold, and carefully fed it.

"Ling Siqing, you have a big face, and you have to be served by this prince, your lady is too incompetent." He muttered to himself leisurely, his eyes deep, as if he wanted to fit the man on the bed into his own deep pool.

"Siqing, wake up when you sleep enough, without your voice, it's so cold this day......"

"Without me, would you lose so much fun......" On the bed, Ling Siqing slowly opened his eyes, and turned his head into his deep eyes, he smiled, and she laughed too.

Qiao Muyu looked at the clear and transparent smile, and his heart was overflowing with excitement.

She said, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

He replied, "It won't be long, just wake up." ”

He took her hand by himself, the slight coolness still made Qiao Muyu's heart tighten, this few days after being burned unconscious, her little face was always as red as old iron, but her hands were slightly cold, it seemed that there had never been any warmth, like frost and snow.

The breeze was blowing, the daylight was thinning, and it was nearly noon.

Ling Siqing's stomach suddenly gurgled, Qiao Muyu came back to his senses, and when it was time to eat, he laughed a little gloating, and before Ling Siqing came back to his senses, the person had already left the room.

Ling Siqing was puzzled and wanted to get up, but her body was a little weak because she had slept for too long.

Qiao Muyu walked in with two dishes and one soup, put them on the side of the bed, carefully handed her a bowl of porridge, and looked at Ling Siqing with burning eyes, his expectant eyes made Ling Siqing think that this porridge was a delicacy in the world.

She was really hungry, so she took the bowl and took a bite carefully, "Poof......"

"You!" Qiao Muyu stared at Ling Siqing, who was popping everywhere with a mouthful of porridge, his eyes flashed slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

Ling Siqing only felt that this porridge was extremely unpalatable, so he said: "Poof, who cooked this porridge, it's definitely not Qingzhu?" Who is it? This is simply murder, salt and sugar are not separated, so unpalatable! ”

The more Qiao Muyu listened, the colder his eyes became, but Ling Siqing only cared about himself and didn't care at all.

After Ling Siqing finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that Qiao Muyu didn't say a word, and couldn't help but say suspiciously: "Why don't you speak, except for me, Qingzhu and Moten in this small bamboo building, did you bring anyone in?" ”

Qiao Muyu still didn't speak, stared at her for a long time, and finally looked out of the dark with a heavy gaze.

Ling Siqing looked at the departing back for some reason, and suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look at the two dishes and one soup on the bedside plate, the dishes were not too good-looking, and the soup was weird......

Could this be......

Ling Siqing's thoughts moved, put down the soup bowl, and barely supported his body to get up and go out.

She walked through the corridor, and suddenly there were a few strange noises in the kitchen, and she subconsciously walked there, Qiao Muyu, who had just walked out of the room silently, was copying a shovel, stir-frying something in the pot, and the oil was rattling......

It turned out that he really did it.

She stared at the figure for a long time, and couldn't come back to her senses for a while, those two dishes and one soup turned out to be really Qiao Muyu's masterpiece that he had been busy in the kitchen for a long time, although the rice was boiled into a pot of porridge, and the dishes were not good-looking, but this was the ......

Ling Siqing was inexplicably moved in her heart, saying that the gentleman was far away from cooking, and he was the prince, so he actually cooked for her!

"Qiao Muyu, it turns out that you did all that." Her voice was apologetic.

"How!" Qiao Muyu was a little stubborn, but he said unwillingly: "Although the rice is boiled into porridge, and the dishes are not too good-looking, but the last ten have tasted it and think it tastes good, but you dislike it!" He looked awkward, he really looked like a child, Ling Siqing didn't feel stunned, and then laughed.

"Thank you." She could only say this, her eyes were full of tenderness, she stepped forward step by step, and looked at Qiao Muyu's face seriously, even if her bright face was stained with some ash, she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch it.

Qiao Muyu was stunned, did this woman's head cramp again! "Out of the woods."

"What?" Ling Siqing looked at Qiao Muyu who pushed himself away, "Why did you suddenly let me out." ”

"Aren't you hungry, I'll let Mo Shi prepare, this kitchen is dirty, you go out and wait!"

It turned out that Qiao Muyu also knew that it was dirty here, and he knew that it was dirty, and he threw himself in, could it be a fool, Ling Siqing glanced at him, and still leaned on him tenaciously and unyieldingly, snorted sullenly, and said with a smile: "It's really incomprehensible." ”