In the evening, after Jiang Shuyao came back from the wash, she saw Bai Zhi leading the little maid busy in the room, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
Bai Zhi said of course: "Miss Hui, the slaves are making the bed for the uncle."
"Make a bed, make a bed?" Jiang Shuyao didn't react.
"You go to wait for the young lady to remove the bun, and you go to ask the uncle to go to bed, and it is said that it is getting late, and the young lady keeps the lamp for him." Bai Zhi smoothed the quilt and ordered the maid to do things in an orderly manner.
Jiang Shuyao was stupid and stopped the maid who was going to find Xie Xun: "Wait, what's going on?"
Bai Zhi said in surprise: "Miss, do you want to let the uncle sleep softly today?"
This made Jiang Shuyao ask, she naturally didn't want Xie Xun to fall asleep. He is tall and can't sleep well on a soft squat, but it's not right to share a bed!
Seeing Jiang Shuyao's hesitation, Bai Zhi smiled knowingly and gave the little maid a look, and the little maid ran out happily.
Bai Zhi came over, her eyes full of smiles, and she whispered: "Miss, you and your uncle have been married for so long or you still sleep in separate rooms, how can you make sense?"
Jiang Shuyao stammered: "But we're not..." A married couple who love each other, she wished she could have the big bed alone.
Bai Zhi thought she was shy, so she deliberately started talking: "Miss, this servant will take off your hair bun for you."
Jiang Shuyao was invited to sit in front of the dressing mirror by her half-pushing and half-supporting, and when Bai Zhi started to remove the bun, she finally grasped the point: "Then you can't deliberately invite him over, maybe he just saw me last night and was afraid I just came here, and I don't want to guard me tonight—"
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Xun had already entered through the door.
Jiang Shuyao: …
Is the study close to the east wing? Why did it come so quickly
Xie Xun walked in and saw that Jiang Shuyao was still taking off her bun, and subconsciously waited beside him.
I don't know since when, he has become accustomed to Jiang Shuyao quietly standing beside him when he is doing things.
Bai Zhi removed the complicated bun, and when there was only a golden hairpin holding the upper part of the black hair, she suddenly stopped and saluted and resigned: "Slave first." After speaking, the shadow disappeared immediately.
Jiang Shuyao usually asks Bai Zhi to dismantle all the buns and go to bed with her hair on. Now she still has a gold hairpin on her head, she thought that Bai Zhi was careless and forgot, so she muttered and stretched out her hand to pull the gold hairpin.
Her jewelry is all fine and gorgeous, with beaded tassels, and a strand of hair can be caught by a random pull. She tugged again impatiently, but instead of pulling it off, it tangled even more.
The candle was dimly lit, and the bronze mirror was blurry. Jiang Shuyao leaned forward, trying to see some of the hair and untie it.
"I'll come." The voice of Qingyue suddenly came from above, Jiang Shuyao was stunned for a moment, and Xie Xun took the wobbly golden hairpin.
His fingertips touched Jiang Shuyao's fingers, and she seemed to be scalded, and immediately removed her hand.
The room was very quiet, and even the crackling of the burning candle's heart was obvious.
His voice was soft, with an indescribable tenderness to it.
After getting closer, Jiang Shuyao could feel the fresh scent of ink on his body, and his heartbeat subconsciously accelerated a bit.
Xie Xun leaned over and carefully untied her tangled hair.
Pulling out the golden hairpin, the ink hair spread like water in an instant, and it slipped across the back of his hand like a silk satin.
Jiang Shuyao looked at him from the bronze mirror, and when he also moved his gaze to the bronze mirror, he hurriedly lowered his eyes.
She stood up and pretended to be calm and said, "Take a rest."
Xie Xun nodded and followed her into the interior. He walked to the side of the floppy, and found that there was not only no quilt on the floppy, but also no cushions.
He turned to look at Jiang Shuyao, very puzzled: "This is...?"
Jiang Shuyao was silent for a few seconds, gave up thinking about those twisting thoughts, no longer tangled, and said directly: "Go to bed today."
Xie Xun was reluctant: "What about you?"
Hearing his tone, Jiang Shuyao knew that he didn't want to go in the right direction, and was even more embarrassed: "I also sleep in bed."
The air was silent for a few seconds, and Xie Xun said hesitantly, "Huh?"
Jiang Shuyao climbed onto the bed on his own, pulled the two quilts apart, and said one person wide: "You can't sleep well when you sleep on top." It was an explanation.
Xie Xun stood still, which made Jiang Shuyao even more embarrassed. With a snort, his face was hot, and he pretended to be fierce: "Why are you standing still, don't you sleep?"
After speaking, lie down on the inside of the bed, face the wall, and wrap the quilt into a cicada-like chrysalis. Xie Xun looked at the back of her dark head, walked over with hands and feet for a long time, and climbed onto the bed very lightly. His voice was as cold as ever, but he was a little stiff and trembling when he listened carefully: "I turned off the lights."
"Um."
Xie Xun blew the lamp and slowly lay down on the outside.
The room was so quiet that he felt as if the room was filled with the sound of his own heartbeat.
He raised his hand to hold his heart, for fear that Jiang Shuyao would hear the sound.
Xie Xun was lying beside him, Jiang Shuyao was no longer afraid, but it was harder to fall asleep than when he was restless.
She turned from lying on her side back to lying flat, staring at the top of the bed in a daze.
Xie Xun didn't dare to move. Hearing her breathing didn't look like she was asleep, she couldn't stand the unbearable silence and said, "Can't you sleep?"
It was rare for him to speak in such a soft voice, which made Jiang Shuyao feel as if he was whispering in her ear, and his heart tickled.
"Yeah." She replied in a daze, and hurriedly looked for a reason, "It's too hot."
Xie Xun felt it was so difficult to talk to people for the first time, and he said stiffly, "Yes, it's hot." After speaking, he was afraid that this sentence would be too short, and he continued, "The east wing is much cooler than the study room. , more breathable."
"… "
"The bed is also soft and spacious, and the moonlight is brighter." Xie Xun continued to add.
Jiang Shuyao stared at the top of the bed, especially wanting to put his hands on his teeth and nibble to prevent him from making strange noises.
Is that what she meant? Is Xie Xun implying something? What he said should be a hint, does he want to move back to the east wing
Seeing that she didn't answer, Xie Xun turned his head to look at her. He just turned his neck and felt uncomfortable, so he turned his whole body around and lay on his side to face her.
Feeling his movement, Jiang Shuyao froze.
Just when his eyes were about to fall on his face, she suddenly shouted fiercely, "Turn around!"
Xie Xun, who had just laid on his side and had not had time to adjust his posture to lie down comfortably, was taken aback and quickly turned back to lie on his back, obediently saying "oh".
The air fell silent again.
Jiang Shuyao realized that her tone seemed a bit fierce just now, and she wanted to explain but didn't know how to explain it, but Xie Xun couldn't bear the silence more than she did, and said again, "Are you going to accompany the second sister-in-law to dinner tomorrow?"
"Yes." When Xie Xun mentioned lunch, Jiang Shuyao suddenly remembered, "By the way, I forgot to prepare a food box for you these days, sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Xie Xun habitually wanted to turn his head to look at her when he spoke, and remembered the voice she had just yelled, so he quickly suppressed the urge, "If you are busy and tired, you don't have to prepare lunch for me. , no problem."
"That's not good, I promised you."
Xie Xun hesitated for a moment, and then said half-heartedly, "...then it's going to be hard for you."
He tried his best to press down the corners of his raised mouth, but he couldn't hold it down, and in the end he just let it go, because it was dark and no one could see it.
Although the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous and rigid, it had a warm and peaceful vibe. The two stared at the top of the bed and fell asleep after a while.
Jiang Shuyao woke up before dawn the next day. She sat up, stretched her waist as usual, and was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed. She woke up instantly when she touched the quilt, and suddenly looked at Xie Xun, who was sleeping soundly beside her.
His sleeping face is very unfamiliar. His black hair complements his fair skin as jade, and his eyelashes are long and thick. When he is asleep, he is not as cold as when he is awake, but he has a quiet and well-behaved.
Jiang Shuyao didn't know what was going on with him, but suddenly he couldn't help but pursed his lips and laughed, crawling to the side of the bed lightly, struggling to support the bed board and trying to climb over him and get out of bed.
Xie Xun slept lightly. After feeling the bed board shaking slightly, he opened his eyes in a daze, and he saw Jiang Shuyao crawling out with his arms propped up above his body.
The neckline of her underwear hangs down loosely, revealing a piece of fair and delicate skin, the lines gradually undulating somewhere...
Xie Xun, who had just woken up, was still stunned, staring at the scenery inside, and it took two seconds before he suddenly realized what he saw.
This time, no matter how heavy the drowsiness was, all the drowsiness was dissipated, and he felt astonished as the electric current rushed to the top of his head, making his scalp itchy and his cheeks numb.
He jumped up from the bed suddenly, his movements were too big, and he was in a hurry, so scared that Jiang Shuyao hurriedly avoided.
In the chaos, Xie Xun almost collided with Jiang Shu.
"Bang—" This is him leaning back and knocking his head against the bedpost.
"Crack—" This was bounced back from the pain and smashed onto the bed.
Finally, with the sound of "dong--", the room was completely quiet.
Jiang Shuyao silently climbed to the bedside, looked at Xie Xun who rolled to the ground, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
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Xie Xun carried the food box and came to the East Palace with a bruise on his forehead.
It was inevitable that everyone would gossip quietly when they handed over files and discussed affairs, guess what I guess, and finally came to a terrible conclusion - the blue and purple on Xie Boyuan's forehead was hit by his wonderful lady.
That day, they met their husband and wife at the dock. His wife was a bright and beautiful woman, and she obviously didn't look like that kind of rude and unruly woman.
It seems that no one is perfect, and things in the world are difficult to achieve.
While everyone expressed sympathy to Xie Xun, they quietly and shamelessly balanced their hearts.
Now that the weather is getting hot, the cold soup prepared by the East Palace is not so unbearable.
Lin Cheng sat opposite Xie Xun and saw that Xie Xun started bringing food boxes for the value again. That was an envy.
After eating a mouthful of warm meat soup, Lin Cheng comforted himself: It's hot, so we don't care about his hot mouth.
Xie Xun's usual meal is hot, and the fragrance fills the house, making everyone drool.
However, to his surprise, Xie Xun did not heat it as usual, but directly opened the lid of the food box to prepare to eat.
Facts have proved that Lin Cheng is very wrong. If he doesn't eat hot food, the food in Xie Xun's bowl can also fill the house with fragrance.
A sweet and sour fresh fragrance penetrated into the nose, with a faint salty umami, Lin Cheng couldn't help but look into Xie Xun's bowl.
Because Jiang Shuyao was afraid of the soup overflowing from the cold noodles, Xie Xun brought a big mouthful of celadon sea bowls this time. The clear light brown soup base was filled with rich ingredients, with dark cold noodles and shredded yellow and white eggs. The red hot sauce, the round egg, the green shredded cucumber... The top is sprinkled with a layer of cooked sesame seeds. Can't put it down.
Smelling the cool sweet and sour fragrance, looking at the colorful cold noodles, Lin Cheng gulped down his saliva:... I hate it!
Xie Xun stirred the ingredients slightly. There were too many in the sea bowl, and it was a little laborious to stir.
Lin Cheng wondered: "Where did your family buy such a big bowl?" Can you finish it
Xie Xun replied, "I don't know, my wife bought it."
Lin Cheng left two lines of tears in his heart. Isn't the answer obvious? Why bother, why did he bother to ask this question
Xie Xun mixed the cold noodles and picked up a large chopstick expectantly and put it into his mouth.
The cold noodles are made of soba noodles. The taste is smooth and glutinous, soft and tough, wrapped in a cool soup base, sweet, sour, fresh and spicy, light and flavorful.
Cold noodle soup is a clear stewed chicken soup. The filtered soup base is clear and delicious. It is seasoned with chili, pepper, brown sugar, rice vinegar, pear juice, apple juice, etc. It is sweet, sour, spicy, spicy, fragrant, cool and soothing. Appetite increased.
The cold noodles are chewed together with shredded cucumber and shredded egg cake. It has a fresh taste and a mellow egg fragrance. The soup is soaked into every ingredient, and the soup is not heavy and will not rob the original taste of the ingredients. Instead, it gave them an umami taste.
There is a lot of water in the soup, and it is inevitable that there will be a slight noise when eating. Lin Cheng's saliva is drooling when he hears it, and he said humbly, "This bowl is so much."
"Hmm." Xie Xun was busy eating.
"Why does it smell sour and sweet? It looks cold?" Seeing that Xie Xun couldn't understand it, he simply said, "Can you give me a taste?"
Xie Xun looked at the cold noodles in the bowl, it was a little too much, so he agreed and gave Lin a small bowl.
After taking the small bowl, Lin Cheng couldn't wait to eat it. The cold noodles were fresh and refreshing, sweet and sour, which was more enjoyable to eat than to smell.
He provoked the chicken meatballs into the mouth. The meatballs were elastic, tender but chewy, and the soup was delicious. The freshness of the chicken and the sweet and sour soup were perfectly combined, and he ate a fresh lip and cheek.
He rummaged through the bowl for chicken meatballs, and ate all the side dishes by the way. The cucumbers were crisp and the egg yolk cake was soft. Even ordinary boiled eggs dipped in soup had a mellow egg fragrance and a long aftertaste.
Lin Cheng's favorite is the bright red spicy cabbage, which is crispy and raw, salty and spicy with sweet and sour, very appetizing. If it is eaten with rice and white meat, he can eat a big bowl of spicy cabbage alone.
As soon as the chopsticks are turned, a large lump of cold noodles is wrapped around it, and the mouth is open and stuffed inside, chewing slowly, feeling the taste of different ingredients, which is extremely satisfying.
After eating the dry ingredients, I picked up the bowl and finished drinking the soup, feeling the coolness slowly sliding down my throat, and the irritable noon instantly became refreshing and comfortable.
The sweet and sour tastes are not only piled up with sugar and rice vinegar, but also pear juice and apple juice, so the sweet and sour taste is extraordinarily fresh, and the umami taste of chicken soup is used as a foil.
Lin Cheng ate the small bowl cleanly, smacking his lips, and fell silent.
Look at Xie Xun who is eating well, look at his small bowl with no soup left, and look at the lunch in the East Palace in front of him.
In an instant, I felt that the food in the East Palace tasted like chewing wax, and it was tasteless and unpalatable.
Lin Cheng is called a hate!
It's better not to eat it. After eating a bowl, not only will it not satisfy my cravings, but it will actually give me an appetizer, woo woo woo.