"It's really fine, Your Majesty, don't blame yourself too much." Song Zhi vented his strength and patted Zhao Yichen's shoulder gently, the range of movement was too great, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

Zhao Yichen realized that he might have let Song Zhi sit up for too long, so he hurriedly and gently asked Song Zhi to lie down, and stuffed a freshly covered soup woman into the futon.

"How can you lose your appetite? Is the food at the chef not to your liking? Zhao Yichen sat on the edge of the bed and helped Song Zhi take care of the hair scattered on his face, his eyes full of tenderness.

"No, it's just that the concubines are not used to it." Song Zhi's voice became smaller and smaller the more he spoke, and the whole person was groggy.

"Your Majesty, the concubine wants to sleep for a while."

"Sleep, I've fed you a tranquilizer, and it's good to get some sleep."

Seeing that Song Zhi's breathing was even, Zhao Yichen was sure that she was asleep, and quietly called Qingyue.

"What does your master like to eat on weekdays?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the concubine Niangniang eats little on weekdays, and the slave is really worried, so she cooks some shredded chicken porridge for her every day." The last time Qingyue saw Zhao Yichen alone, she still went to the Heavenly Temple to beg him to let Song Zhi go.

I'm still a little scared of him now.

"Reward!" Before Qingyue finished speaking, Zhao Yichen waved his hand, which made Qingyue's shoulders tremble.

"Qin Dehuai!" Zhao Yichen turned to shout outside the house.

"Your Majesty, the slave is here."

"You go to invite Lou Qi in person early tomorrow morning, I have something to ask him."

The medicine and the reason for the exhaustion of the body, Song Zhi slept soundly for the first time and got up some hours late.

The smell of cumin from the shop made Song Zhi's thoughts instantly return to when he was in the desert.

"Roast lamb?" She hadn't had a full appetite for a long time, and she really missed the mutton so much.

I thought it was a hallucination caused by the illness, but it wasn't until the fragrance became stronger and stronger that Song Zhi was really sure that it was roast mutton.

I didn't have time to put on my shoes and socks, so I ran barefoot to the roast lamb that was surging with oil.

"Look at you, you don't wear shoes and socks, what should I do if I catch a cold?" Zhao Yichen was wearing a regular suit, which was completely different from his previous outfit, if he hadn't spoken, Song Zhi wouldn't have recognized him.

Zhao Yichen put down the bamboo stick and stretched out his hand to put on Song Zhi's shoes and socks.

He is the Son of Heaven, how can he let the Son of Heaven put on shoes for himself?

Song Zhi was a little frightened, and withdrew his feet a little panicked, "Your Majesty, it's good for the concubine to come by herself." ”

"Don't move, let me dress you." Zhao Yichen exerted some strength, and Song Zhi couldn't break free even if he wanted to.

Song Zhi ate three roast lamb legs in a row before leaving his seat satisfied, getting up and stretching an oversized waist, his face full of happiness.

"I didn't expect you to be a gluttonous cat." Zhao Yichen wiped the oil on his hands with a handkerchief, and when he saw Song Zhi so happy, his mood became much better.

"Concubine, remember, there is a saying?" Song Zhi thought about it, and only slowly popped out a few words from his mouth, "Long.... Long..."

"There is bear wax in Long's cuisine, and Qin cooks only lamb soup." Zhao Yichen was a little helpless, thinking that Song Zhi wanted to say something big, but it was just this poem.

"Yes, Your Majesty is amazing, that's it." Song Zhiyi was excited and hiccuped.

Zhao Yichen couldn't cry or laugh a little, the more he got along with Song Zhi, the more he could fall into her charm and couldn't extricate himself.

"You are not talking about roast mutton in the desert, it seems that you have learned less words recently."

It was a joke to Zhao Yichen, but to Song Zhi, it was sacred.

"Your Majesty forgives your sins, and your concubines know their mistakes."

"What are you doing here? I don't mean to punish you. It seems that she was too harsh on Song Zhi before, but now that she has formed a conditioned reflex, Zhao Yichen secretly made up her mind to make up for Song Zhi.

Zhao Yichen helped Song Zhi up and pressed it to the position of roasting mutton, "If you want to eat, roast it yourself, don't force yourself to eat something you don't want to eat, I didn't force you." ”

"People are prime ministers who can hold boats in their stomachs, but I am Song Zhi's belly full of meat." Song Zhi looked at the remaining mutton by the fire and joked to himself.

"Huh? Your Majesty hasn't eaten it yet, has he? ”

"I don't need to, you can just eat."

"Haven't Your Majesty eaten mutton?" Song Zhi picked up a leg and sent it to Zhao Yichen's mouth.

As Song Zhi expected, Zhao Yichen really had never eaten mutton, although there were offerings from all over the country every year, but Zhao Yichen still felt panicked when he looked at the peeled sheep's head, so he would rather eat beef than touch a bite of mutton.

Song Zhi, who seemed to have found Zhao Yichen's little secret, became more and more excited, completely forgot the palace rules and etiquette, and handed it to Zhao Yichen's mouth vigorously, but was persuaded by Song Zhi to take a bite.

"Not bad, right?" Song Zhi raised the leg of mutton in his hand, and there was some smugness in his eyes.

"Hmm." Zhao Yichen's mouth was full of the taste of mutton and cumin, which was indeed more appetizing than Si Diet.

Zhao Yichen looked at Song Zhi, who was so happy in front of him that he was just because of a little mutton, and he seemed to see relaxation on this woman's face.

He never thought that Song Zhi would be so cautious in front of him.

Even if he tried his best to get rid of Song Zhi's slave bones, even if Song Zhi was right in front of him, Zhao Yichen still felt that Song Zhi was so far away from him.

Zhao Yichen looked at Song Zhi, he was suddenly relieved, he used to shackle himself in the grief of Li Si's death, and he couldn't see the people around him, so much so that he forced Song Zhi to live according to Li Si's habits.

He only found out today that he was wrong, Song Zhi is Song Zhi, and she is not a substitute for anyone.

Now she's at her best.

"From now on, I will come to eat with you every day." Zhao Yichen rubbed Song Zhi's head, and his tone was doting,

"What?" A bite of mutton almost choked Song Zhi to death.

"Don't you like me to eat with you?"

"No, Your Majesty, the concubines are worried that Your Majesty will not be used to eating these."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it, I'm willing to try to accept it."

The mutton was still lying on the shelf, roasted to the point of oil, just like Zhao Yichen's heart, red and warm.

In order to prove that he could cater to Song Zhi's appetite, Zhao Yichen picked up a piece of lamb ribs and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Zhi suddenly wanted to use the word "cute" to describe Zhao Yichen, but it didn't seem to be suitable for an emperor, so he just laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty, the concubine knows, and the concubine will wait for Your Majesty in the Heavenly Temple on time."

"No, no, you're just right, I've come to Yilan Hall to look for you." Zhao Yichen's mouth was full of meat, and he could only rely on the approximate pronunciation of the words to distinguish the meaning.