After getting a definite answer from the East Palace, He Qianwei, who returned to the Yaoguang Hall in despair, was unhappy for a long time.

The small kitchen brought lunch up, and she just took a look at it with her spirits, but she never had an appetite, and finally waved her hand to let Ruolan withdraw.

At that time, Gu Xuan was playing a game with Arjun lightly, and a ball of yarn rolled between people and cats, and the scene was harmonious and warm.

Until Autumn Shadow sighed and passed by with a sad face.

Gu Xuan is a person, but he talks too much and can't control his mouth. He immediately shouted curiously, "Autumn Shadow, what are you doing?"

As soon as she came out of the main hall, Qiu Ying, who was worried about her young lady, made a bitter face, squatted next to Gu Xuan, stretched out her hand and stroked a few handfuls of Arjun, her voice was heavy.

"Isn't it time for lunch?" Qiu Ying sighed and said, "I went to deliver the after-dinner drink to the young lady as usual, but Aunt Ruolan told me that the young lady asked her to withdraw the lunch, and I am afraid that she is also in no mood to drink it."

When Gu Xuan heard this, his expression suddenly became serious, and he didn't even bother to send back the woolen ball that Ah Qiong had just pushed over, but asked in a deep voice, "Is there such a thing?"

"Can there be a fake?" Autumn Shadow sighed again, "I don't know what Feijing said to Miss that day, I saw that Miss has been getting more and more depressed recently, and I am almost distressed to death."

Although Qiu Ying said that he was born in the family, Lao Tzu Niang contracted diseases one after another, leaving only her infant daughter behind.

If it weren't for He Xiuzhu's kindness, letting the housekeeper Lin Xu arrange for someone to take care of her, and later sending Qiu Ying to He Qianwei's side, she would definitely not be able to live.

Because of this, Qiu Ying is extremely loyal to He Qianwei, even if she dies for the other party, she is fearless, and she is naturally panicked now.

And she was full of thoughts, and she talked to herself for a long time, and then she suddenly realized that Gu Xuan had not made a sound for a long time, so she looked away from Arjun in confusion and looked at the other party.

I saw Gu Xuan pursing his lips, his expression was no more relaxed than Qiu Ying's, and he muttered in a low voice, "Evacuated lunch?"

His heart sank, and he felt that his mastery of cooking had been challenged.

In front of food, how can anyone be in a bad mood!

No matter what happens, everyone should be able to enjoy the food happily!

Gu Xuan, who encountered setbacks in his life creed, was undecided, and finally stood up with a bang, dropped the sentence "see you later" and hurried out.

Looking in the direction of departure, it seemed like he was going to the kitchen.

Well?

Akikage, who was absent-minded and full of thoughts, took a deep breath.

It's over, it's over, it's over, patronizing and worrying, and forgetting that Gu Xuan is the cook of Yaoguang Palace.

She really didn't mean it, and she didn't mean that kind of yin and yang weirdness, I'm really sorry!

Qiu Ying, who realized what she had said, also hurriedly stood up, chased Gu Xuan to the kitchen as well, and instantly thought of countless apologies in her heart, and regretted that her intestines were blue.

Arjun, who was dropped by the two of them, pushed the yarn ball with her paws, and looked at her favorite little toy rolling alone.

Rolling to the end, it was really hard to move an inch, letting the wind sway from side to side, and being pushed by a furry claw.

Arjun thought that when she had a cat, she could clearly have a good time.

It's a pity that most human beings don't understand this truth.

She licked her paws and slowly tangled herself with the ball of yarn.

He Qianwei didn't know about a dispute caused by herself, she just felt that the dinner was suddenly unusually rich, and she knew that it took a lot of thought to look at it.

She lifted the hosta, looked at the dishes for dinner one by one, and wondered, "Gu Xuan is in a good mood today? I didn't tell you, but I made so many exquisite dishes."

Yaoguang Hall is the master of He Qianwei, and although she has a heavy appetite, she will not worry about some complicated dishes, after all, many of them are also troublesome to eat.

On weekdays, the meals in Yaoguang Hall tend to be original and simple, and Gu Xuan is naturally leisurely, but what about the dinner now......

This silver bud is hot to the eye.

Once at the annual banquet of the palace, this dish was placed on the table of the emperor, the crown prince and several courtiers who were favored by the emperor.

At that time, He Qianwei borrowed the east wind of the emperor and the crown prince with one dish per person, and he was also fortunate to enjoy it, but he felt shocked.

But she remembered the name of the silver bud, and when she turned to the book herself, she saw the off-the-beaten-path process, and was silent for a moment, and then decisively persuaded herself to forget it.

Take the thickest part of the middle of the fresh bean sprouts and set aside. The chicken is then chopped into minced meat, wrapped in white thread and rolled in salt foam, and finally carried through the bean sprouts with a needle and thread.

The next step is to pour hot oil over and over again until the sprouts and the meat foam are fully cooked, and the silver sprouts are completed.

He Qianwei only felt that this was not embarrassing, and she was also embarrassed by the chef - it was painstaking and laborious when making it, and it couldn't be enjoyable to eat.

As a result, he didn't expect that Gu Xuan turned his head and made a silver bud by himself.

Qiu Ying, who was standing next to him, silently wept in his heart.

I'm sorry Miss, but I was the one who started it.

If it weren't for my quick mouth for a while, which aroused Gu Yuchu's desire to win, he wouldn't have stayed in the kitchen all afternoon, pulling the palace people who didn't know how many passers-by to try his skills one by one, and finally made up so many tricks without believing in evil.

And He Qianwei has already started eating vegetables.

Only by recuperating oneself can one deliver a powerful blow to the one who is hated.

Arjun was still chasing the ball of yarn, but unconsciously ran out of the Yaoguang Palace, all the way to the Imperial Garden, and finally bumped into a bright yellow robe.

The cat hit the four feet in the air, and before he could react, he was scooped up by a pair of hands, pressed into his arms and rubbed: "Why did you run here?"

Arjun subconsciously bared his teeth and wanted to go back, his expression was halfway through, but he suddenly found that the surrounding environment was very unfamiliar, and the cat's face showed a little confusion.

Cats are afraid of life, Arjun has grown for seven years, in fact, he can already be called old, he has long lost the strength to jump up and down, and now he insists on jumping a woolen ball to meet is exercise.

Now that it was on the top for a while, it ran so far out of the Yaoguang Palace, and after realizing the facts, it was naturally frightened.

Arjun silently recalled for a long time, only remembering that the person who grabbed him just now had an unusually familiar voice, and he was probably a human who often met him, so he meowed a few times and drilled into the other party's arms.

I finally met an acquaintance, and I must not let go.

It's counting on the human to bring it back.

Xiao Zaiyang was no exception, holding Arjun and sitting back on the round bench, while the onlooker emperor raised his eyebrows with interest: "This cat seems to understand what you say, and it is quite spiritual."

"Like its owner." Xiao Zaiyang smiled, "Clever ghost."

"I'm quite satisfied with you."

The emperor made a pun and said with deep meaning.

Xiao Zaiyang glanced at his father and did not speak.

The emperor didn't care, but Shi Shiran changed his posture, leaned on the stone table with one hand, and lazily propped up his head.

"At noon, I was called out of the Qinzheng Palace in a hurry, and I didn't let me go after chatting for a long time, what does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince mean?"

"Don't you know?" Xiao Zaiyang said speechlessly, "The result has been discussed early, and when Qingqing and the ceremony are over, I will tell her about Wancheng."

As he spoke, he rubbed a few handfuls of Arjun vigorously, only rubbing the cat hair into a mess: "As a result, someone turned his head and forgot what he promised, so that Feijing said everything he should and shouldn't say, and what he said was waiting for you at any time."

The point is that he didn't know until today!

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so anxious that he immediately asked Ji Xiu to go to Yaoguang Hall to invite someone, for fear that it would be too late if he was one step too late.

The Emperor snorted.

"I want to hide it, but it's a pity that I can have a dream when I take a nap at noon, and I dreamed that He Xiuzhu was stunned and asked me why I underestimated his daughter, and I was about to take advantage of the convenience of my own deceased."

The emperor's index finger bent and buckled the stone table: "I have to hold it again, do I want to sleep well?"

Xiao Zaiyang had an expression of "just continue to talk nonsense".

Emperor: "......" You don't even want to perfunctory me.

What a thin father-son friendship, he almost had the urge to wipe his tears.

In the end, he could only sigh and said, "I know what you're worried about, but that little girl from the He family is not a noble girl in the capital, and she won't be weak and unbearable."

"In the name of your own good, it is not righteous to hide news that is important to someone."

"Regardless of whether the news is good or bad, the person concerned has the right to know, make his own choice, and bear the consequences."

The emperor spoke bitterly.

He lost his mother at a young age, and his middle-aged wife died due to dystocia, even if his son is healthy, he can still be called a bad fate, and it is difficult to make up for the wind and frost experienced over the years, and he naturally has his own unique views on world affairs.

Xiao Zaiyang has been chic and wanton for so many years, and it is the emperor's deliberate indulgence, coupled with a relaxed and moderate upbringing, that he has become the prince who everyone admires today.

The emperor is not willing to let his son live in the capital and be a gentleman who keeps his way, so naturally he will not treat He Qianwei in such a way.

The royal family has always been shallow, and it is not easy to have a fortunate event, so why bother to become enemies.

Xiao Zaiyang also knew the importance in his heart, and when he heard this, he just hugged Arjun and was silent, and only said for a while, "...... I know."

But that's not all.

After all, he is too young to make the people he likes sad and uncomfortable.

The Emperor sighed deeply again and raised his hand to pat his son's shoulder.

"Okay, don't be sad here, I'm still angry, I can be a few more wicked people."

Xiao Zaiyang's expression was not much relaxed, but he reluctantly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his mood was still dull.

Well, it looks like you don't want to go.

The emperor looked up at the getting late, changed his sitting posture and continued to accompany him, wondering how to comfort people.

He really doesn't know how to do that......

As a result, the emperor has not yet figured out how to become famous, but Xiao Zaiyang took the lead in moving.

Arjun in his arms was not energetic, and he was already squinting and was about to fall asleep, and Xiao Zaiyang silently followed the hair on its back over and over again, and suddenly whispered: "...... Actually, I should say thank you a few more times."

"Or—I'm sorry."

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