Until Lu Liangwei lay on the dragon couch, he didn't wake up.

The dragon martingale took off her shoes, covered her with the quilt, and looked at her for a while before getting up and going out.

……

When Lu Liangwei woke up, it was already dark outside.

She was stunned, smelling the crisp smell between the pillows and quilts, which belonged to the dragon martingale, and then found that she was lying on the dragon couch at this time.

She sat up with a slump of bones.

Holding the quilt, he was a little dazed, not understanding how he could be on the couch of the dragon martingale.

She got up and got out of bed, walked outside, did not see Long Marting, asked the palace people guarding the door, only to know that Long Martingale went to the imperial study again.

Thinking about his father and brother's expedition tomorrow, he knew that Long Ying should still have many things to arrange at this time, so he didn't bother him anymore, but went back to Fengyi Palace directly.

As soon as she returned to Fengyi Palace, she asked Zhuyu to prepare some ingredients, cook it herself, make a few dishes, and let Chu Jiu send them to the imperial study.

The Imperial Study.

The dragon martingale was indeed busy, and he summoned a few courtiers to discuss some matters.

At this time, Zhao Gan walked in with a food basket.

"Master, it's time for dinner, let's eat first."

The dragon martingale ignored him and continued to discuss the matter with his courtiers.

"Master, the queen mother personally cooked a few dishes and asked Ah Jiu to send them, can you try them?"

Hearing Zhao Gan's words, Long Ying finally stopped and looked at the food basket in his hand.

Zhao Qian comprehended in his heart, and said in his heart, sure enough, it is still the queen who works.

He immediately brought out the food in the food basket.

Suddenly, the whole room was filled with the smell of food.

Several courtiers swallowed.

The queen even cooks?

They were a little surprised.

"You are hungry too, go down and eat first, and then come back later." At this time, the emperor spoke.

"Yes, the ministers are leaving." Several courtiers suppressed their hunger, saluted respectfully, and withdrew.

After waiting for the others to leave, the dragon martingale got up and walked to the table where the dishes were placed.

"Hey, what is this?" Zhao Gan finished laying out the meal, and when he saw a note in the basket, he picked it up in surprise.

However, before he could read the contents clearly, his hand was empty, and he had already taught the dragon martingale to snatch it.

Your Majesty, no matter how busy you are, you must eat well and rest early.

- Weiwei.

Long Ying looked at the beautiful font on the paper, his heart was extremely happy, and even the exhaustion of his body disappeared.

He sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat elegantly.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the Queen.

Otherwise, no one can persuade the busy master.

Thinking about it, he secretly glanced at his master, it seems that tonight, the master has no time to go to the queen, but the tonic soup can still be drunk.

He scooped a bowl of soup with his hands, respectfully placed it in the hand of the dragon martingale, and said earnestly: "Master, this soup is made by the queen, you drink it while it's hot." ”

Hearing this, the dragon martingale took a sip of it.

After entering the mouth, I felt that the taste was quite good, so I took a few more sips.

"What kind of soup is this?" I heard that it was a soup made by Weiwei himself, and he asked with some interest.

Zhao Gan saw that he drank a bowl, he was secretly happy in his heart, and when he heard the words, he didn't think about it, so he said: "The soup has been boiled in the imperial dining room for an afternoon, and it is called ......" The voice stopped abruptly, and Zhao Gan, who reacted, broke out in a cold sweat, and stammered, "It's leather, bento, soup, it should be, it should be called that." ”