Walk?

It is impossible to walk, and it is impossible to walk in this life.

Only by continuing to stay here and chatting with Sun Ruowei can Zhu Zhanji's heart be comforted.

At the same time, in order to prevent Sun Ruowei from escaping, Zhu Zhanji directly locked the door, so that everyone couldn't get out.

Sun Ruowei saw that the door was completely locked, and couldn't help frowning: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Qingqiu, I'm ......" Zhu Zhanji was just about to speak.

was immediately interrupted by Sun Ruowei.

"I don't know any Qingqiu, my name is Sun Ruowei." Sun Ruowei's face was still indifferent, without any expression.

A smile appeared on Zhu Zhanji's face: "Okay, then I'll call you Ruowei from now on." ”

No matter what Sun Ruowei's name used to be, Zhu Zhanji didn't care anymore.

As long as it's still her.

Whether it is Shen Qingqiu or Sun Ruowei, is she right after all?

"If His Royal Highness Taisun has nothing to do, it is better to leave as soon as possible, this small courtyard cannot accommodate a big person like You, Your Royal Highness." Sun Ruo stopped talking slightly, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

It's noon now, Sun Zhong is about to come back, and she has to cook for Sun Zhong.

Zhu Zhanji also hurriedly chased in.

The kitchen is not small, but not too big, just enough to sit by the fire, just enough for two people.

Sun Ruowei clumsily held the firewood and wanted to light the fire.

But she had been born for a long time, but there was still no way to give fire to her.

Zhu Zhanji grinned, took the firewood from her hand, and then took out a fire fold from his arms and lit it.

The firewood burned vigorously, and Zhu Zhanji stuffed it into the stove.

Skillful technique, skillful operation, as if I used to do this kind of thing often.

Picking up another piece of firewood, Zhu Zhanji said with a smile: "Your firewood is too thick, it has to be split into three sections, so that it can be burned, not too thick, it can't be burned here." ”

After saying that, Zhu Zhanji pulled out his knife from his waist, and then aimed at the firewood, and directly split it into several sections.

Then, all the firewood was stuffed into the pyre.

The fire suddenly became vigorous.

Zhu Zhanji looked at Sun Ruowei beside him, grinned and said, "Have you learned?" ”

Sun Ruo was slightly stunned, and looked at the young man beside her in a little confusion, she didn't think that Zhu Zhanji, as His Royal Highness the Grand Sun, would still do such a job?

Isn't that what only the next generation can do?

Even before, the housekeepers of their Shen family would not do this kind of rough work.

As if feeling the confusion in Sun Ruowei's eyes, Zhu Zhanji's face showed a wry smile: "When I was four years old, I was taken away by my second uncle and thrown into a mass grave, but fortunately, my adoptive parents found me, which saved me from a disaster." ”

"But the next days were not easy, my adoptive parents died early, and I could only live alone, and later on, it will naturally mean that I have learned."

"Washing clothes, cooking, chopping wood, making fires, farming."

In the final analysis, although Zhu Zhanji is the grandson of the emperor, what he experienced before was a peasant boy.

And the eldest lady of a chaebol family like Sun Ruowei, where has this kind of thing happened, naturally she will not know anything.

Therefore, hearing that Zhu Zhanji would do this at this moment, Sun Ruowei was also a little surprised.

Although she had heard about this past, she did not feel Zhu Zhanji's suffering at that time.

But looking at Zhu Zhanji's skillful fire and chopping wood, Sun Ruowei felt inexplicably sad.

It turns out that he also has his difficulties.

This world may not be the only one who suffers.

Just when Sun Ruowei was thinking about it, Zhu Zhanji had already looked to the side, and there were many firewood piled up.

"You are an eldest lady, how can you chop firewood such rough work, I will call someone to help you chop." Zhu Zhanji sighed lightly.

Originally, she was a carefree lady of the Shen family, she didn't have to care about anything, as long as she did business well, as for food, clothing, and daily life, someone took care of her.

Although the old man did not kill her, he still ruined her family.

Let her change her face, no longer the eldest lady of the Shen family, but the daughter of a small master.

In this way, she has to do everything.

Zhu Zhanji has suffered in the past, and she may have to taste it again.

In Zhu Zhanji's heart, how could he not feel guilty.

Sun Ruowei shook his head: "No." ”

However, Zhu Zhanji had already shouted outside.

"Come in!" After shouting, the door did not open, but people jumped in from the wall.

Jump in one by one.

The brocade guards lined up and stood in front of Zhu Zhanji.

One of the thousand households at the head asked, "Your Royal Highness, what are your orders?" ”

Zhu Zhanji pointed to the pile of firewood and ordered, "Chop firewood." ”

Qianhu looked at the firewood and laughed: "Okay." ”

After that, more than 30 brocade guards directly filled the entire courtyard, and they pulled out the embroidered spring knife on their waists and began to chop wood.

This scene suddenly made Sun Ruowei feel ridiculous.

She forced a smile and frowned: "Isn't Jinyiwei's embroidered spring knife used to kill people and capture fugitives?" ”

Zhu Zhanji grinned.

"I can also chop wood for you." Zhu Zhanji said with a smile.

Jinyiwei, in Sun Ruowei's seriousness, is a very sacred yamen, and every Jinyiwei adult has great rights.

They wore flying fish suits, wore embroidered spring knives, and walked on the cornices.

This is Sun Ruowei's fantasy.

But he didn't expect that this group of brocade guards who flew on the eaves and walked the wall were now chopping wood here.

It can't help but make people laugh.

However, this may be the power of the royal family.

As long as you have power, you can control everything, and even the sacred brocade guards have to chop wood here.

Just like her Shen family, she is obviously a chaebol family, but she still can't stop the imperial power, and she was easily burned by the emperor.

Zhu Zhanji instructed: "Don't be lazy, this batch of firewood has been chopped, and it should be chopped a little finer, otherwise it will not burn." ”

"Yes!"

Hearing Jin Yiwei's reply, Zhu Zhanji was relieved, walked back to the kitchen, looked at Sun Ruowei, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Fry something, I'll help you fry it." ”

Sun Ruowei shook his head indifferently: "No." ”

But in fact, Sun Ruowei was also a little stunned.

Seeing the dignified His Royal Highness Tang Shun, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help her cook like an ordinary person.

This is not only a contempt for imperial power, but also a disrespect for the rules.

Because in ancient times, men had to cook far away.

And as His Royal Highness the grandson, he actually rolled up his sleeves to cook, if the Manchu Dynasty civil and military saw it, he would have to make a big fuss.

"His Royal Highness the Grand Sun cooks for me, I can't afford it." Sun Ruo said slightly.

Faced with her long-cherished wish, Zhu Zhanji was not angry, but smiled and said: "What can't you afford, I used to cook for the old man." ”

After that, Zhu Zhanji looked aside.

Chinese cabbage, also served with a little shredded lentils.

Zhu Zhanji smiled: "I'll make it for you together." ”

When cooking, Zhu Zhanji was skillful, but Sun Ruowei couldn't stop it, so he had to watch from the sidelines.

Just looking at it, Sun Ruowei was touched again in her heart.

As His Royal Highness the Grand Sun, he has a noble status, but he can put down his body and cook here, what kind of mind is this?

He can kill enemies on the battlefield.

Sun Ruowei saw it with his own eyes, and he dared to rush into the army of 100,000 with more than 30 people.

But Sun Ruowei also saw it, he picked up a shovel and cooked here.

She has seen the civil and military side.

But now, she had never seen his plain side.

His abilities seem to have no boundaries, he can do anything, and he never cares who he is.

There is no gentleman who is far away from cooking.