When Leng Ling was ordered to come to Jiang Fenghao, the husband and wife were happily enjoying dinner around a dining table.

Explain the fish scales specially left by the fishmongers on East Street, clean them and boil them into fish scale jelly, put them in a porcelain plate with a white background, a palm-sized piece, crystal clear like modern jelly, there is no unpleasant fishy smell, but with a faint tea fragrance, cut into slices and adjusted sauce, melt in the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless.

In addition, there are shrimp oil tofu, fried meat with three immortal bamboo shoots, simmered coconut white and hot and sour radish soup, all of which were guided by He Xiaoqiao, and Jiang Fenghao, the king of Changning, who loved his wife, personally cooked - Cailian, a part-time assistant cook, had no chance to appear at all, so she had to wait outside for the food to be passed and take out to fan her own lady.

In Changning Palace, probably only Leng Ling, an 'outsider', can enter and exit freely at any time without being shot into a hornet's nest by random arrows. Seeing him appear outside the courtyard gate, He Xiaoqiao didn't look surprised at all, and calmly motioned for Cailian to add an extra pair of chopsticks, while beckoning him to take a seat.

Regarding food, He Xiaoqiao and Jiang Fenghao are people who rarely treat themselves badly, so the dishes on the table of the two of them have always been rich and changeable, and Leng Ling has been used to it many times. After thanking He Xiaoqiao, he quickly sat down at the table, and began to roll over with a paralyzed face that couldn't see any expression.

The appearance of eating like a starving ghost reincarnated made the corners of Jiang Fenghao's eyes twitch at the corners of his eyes, if he hadn't been worried that He Xiaoqiao was still there, he would have beaten the lightbulb on the opposite side and flew to the bitter cold place outside the plug to watch the snow and play in the mud.

"Tell me if you have something, get out of here when you're done!" Such a large light bulb and pestle glowing in front of them disturbed their husband and wife's affection, which really made people feel upset when they saw it.

Leng Ling's face nodded expressionlessly to indicate that he had received it, picked up the soup bowl and snorted for a while, then got up and straightened his waist and stood like a benchmark, holding the hilt of the sword on his waist with one hand and saying with a glance, "Pass on the emperor's message, please enter the palace quickly, there is something important to discuss." ”

Seeing that he had a serious face and behaved like the guy who had no image over there just now and gobbled up people was not him at all, He Xiaoqiao was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground, and Jiang Fenghao began to wonder when did he, the 'old subordinate', learn to be so slippery?

It's already said that there is something important to discuss, why do you still have the heart to sit down and eat? If it weren't for his dereliction of duty, it would only mean that the 'important things' in Jiang Mufeng's mouth were not important at all - otherwise, Leng Ling would not have had the courage to sit down and eat and drink at the risk of being punished by the Nine Clans.

I thought with my toes that this was a fuss emperor who was making a fuss again, although Jiang Fenghao didn't want to go out at this time, but under He Xiaoqiao's persuasion, after slowly drinking a bowl of sugar licorice ice water, he still entered the palace with Leng Ling with a stinky face.

Of course, before that, he also let out cruel words - if there is no real matter this time, Jiang Mufeng will have to think carefully before he wants to enter the palace in the future, after all, it is not very good to go to the court to meet the ministers with a dark face.

Seeing Jiang Fenghao leave, He Xiaoqiao had a good habit and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Cai Lian hurriedly came over to take over, He Xiaoqiao pushed her away with a smile, "It's just a matter of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, it's not a big deal, I'll just come by myself." ”

Since entering the palace, she doesn't have to do many things by herself, except for not having to wash the dishes and mop the floor to clean up the house, and even taking a bath, there are several people waiting for her side, if she wants, she doesn't even have to move a finger at all. If this continues, she is really afraid that she will only have the instinct to open her mouth to eat, and all other survival skills will be forgotten.

It's scary to think about this situation, she is advocating the life of rice worms, but she has never thought of making herself a wasted existence.

"Miss is real, not as squeamish as the ladies and ladies of those big families." Cai Lian also knew that she had a good temperament, so she didn't stop her, just learned from her, rolled up her sleeves and went over to help, and said with a smile, "No wonder the prince spoils Miss so much, if the slave maid also has a wife who looks as good as Miss, cooks so deliciously and understands everything, I, I must be able to wake up with a smile every day in my dreams." ”

Although there is a suspicion of sycophancy, it is undeniable that He Xiaoqiao's whole person was praised for being extraordinarily comfortable, grinning so much that she didn't say anything, and even began to walk lightly, as if the extra two pieces of meat in her stomach had no effect on her.

The master and servant joined forces, and they washed the dishes and chopsticks in the yard with a smile, and Suo'er had nothing to do, so he squatted curiously and watched, and wiped his sweat and fan with He Xiaoqiao by the way.

In summer, the days are longer and the nights tend to come more slowly.

The sky was getting dark, and Jiang Fenghao had not yet come back from the palace when he was holding the lamp, He Xiaoqiao took a beautiful bath in the specially opened up bathroom, washed off the sticky sweat, changed into clean clothes and sat in the courtyard to let Cailian dry her hair, and by the way enjoyed the cool comfort brought by the hall.

On the stone table were fresh fruits that had just been picked from the orchard, washed and put on a plate, stained with water droplets and stuffed one by one.

Not far from the stone table is a flat-bottomed clay pot with sun-dried wormwood strips lit to repel mosquitoes, and there are two candlesticks on the table, and the candlelight illuminates the entire small courtyard.

In the candlelight, He Xiaoqiao grabbed a pen in her hand and was working hard to write, Cailian was studying ink for her next to her, as for Suo'er, her job was still to play a fan, and she was in charge of the work.

"The princess is so powerful, goose feathers can be used as a pen to write." It's obviously just a random thing on the street that no one wants, why can it become one of the four treasures of the study in the hands of the princess? It's amazing!

"It's someone else's idea, and I'm just looking at it and borrowing it." He Xiaoqiao said with a smile, put down the pen and twisted his waist, and moved his sore wrist joints by the way.

She is not very good at using brushes, although the quill pen is closest to modern stationery, but it is too light, there is no feel in the hand, and it is often written and written on the break point of the water, which is really annoying.

But no matter how annoyed she is, the soft brush is crazy, so she can only admit it, and wait for two days to let people burn a few pieces of carbon strips to make do with it, and then study it when she is free to see if she can get a pencil out.

Recently, she has become more and more idle, and she can't go anywhere with a big belly, she thinks about it, there is nothing to do, so she started the idea of writing a book, and plans to do it herself, and record the whole process of her and Jiang Fenghao's meeting and acquaintance, as well as the bits and pieces of life after marriage, and in the future, when she is old and has a poor memory, she can take it out and take it out.

Besides, even if the husband and wife are hung up by then, this book can still be kept for future generations to remember!

Of course, if she has time, she also plans to learn from the stories of her predecessors by the way, and copy a few well-known scripts, such as the four famous masterpieces and "The Legend of the White Snake", "Bao Qingtian" and so on, I don't believe that no one reads them.

If you can't be popular all over the country, it's good to make a little money to supplement your family!

In modern work, all kinds of unsatisfactory encounters, come here with the halo of the protagonist and the local tyrant to support everything well, she has no worries, more time and energy to use modern business means to make money.

Life gave her a chance to make her Mary Sue beautiful, otherwise she would have crossed such a thing in vain, wouldn't she?

When Jiang Fenghao came back, He Xiaoqiao had just finished writing the plot of the two of them meeting, and he was satisfied with spreading the notebook aside to dry the ink, while he was sitting on the soft couch holding his stomach in a daze.

It was the middle of the moon, and the candles on the table had already been sent back to the room, with only a slight orange glow shining through the window.

The moonlight is bright and clean, sprinkling a silver glow.

He Xiaoqiao's slightly upturned face was soaked in the soft moonlight, looking as smooth and flawless as fine mutton fat and jade, and the night breeze lifted her soft hair hanging down her side, bringing out a little charming style.

Jiang Fenghao's eyes were slightly gloomy, he put away his usual smile, leaned against the door with his hands on his chest and looked at her, his eyes chasing her every look and movement, as if there was a net, firmly locking his throbbing heart between it and unable to escape.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

That's probably the way it is now.

There was silence all around, only the voices of summer insects and frogs were singing and harmonizing, like eternity, endlessly.

It is estimated that Jiang Fenghao's appreciative gaze was too enthusiastic, and He Xiaoqiao, who was originally in a state of emptiness, suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head sideways as if he had a heart, accurately found his location, and showed him a bright smile, "Are you back?" ”

Seeing this, Cai Lian and Suo'er knew that they had nothing to do, and after saluting Jiang Fenghao, they retreated together.

Jiang Fenghao answered, walked towards her, sat down on the soft couch, and naturally opened his hands to hug her into his arms, "I delayed in the palace for a while, and I came back late...... Why doesn't the lady sleep yet? ”

"I'll wait until you get back." Resting her head on his shoulder tamely, He Xiaoqiao yawned, but the meaty words that she couldn't say before were not embarrassed in front of Jiang Fenghao, and she could blurt out at any time, "I'm used to you staying next to you, I can't sleep with the baby if you don't come back." ”

With him by his side, he can do anything unscrupulously, including getting into trouble and sleeping - maybe this is the legendary sense of security?

Listening to her muttering voice, and then looking at her rubbing her eyes and feeling sleepy, Jiang Fenghao couldn't help but smile dumbly, hugged her tighter, spread out his slender palms on her round belly, rubbed gently, and his eyes were extraordinarily gentle, "Lady, you and the baby are proud of your husband." ”

His pride, his everything, if anyone dares to hurt them in the slightest, no matter who it is, he will definitely let him taste the pain that he will never forget!

In a place where He Xiaoqiao couldn't see, Jiang Fenghao faced the dark night outside the high wall, and his eyes were full of violent and bloodthirsty looks.