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The capital city in April is full of peach blossoms, willows and greenery, singing and dancing.
The begonias in Ronghua Hall are also in bloom, and occasionally white butterflies flutter, like a fairyland on earth, but unfortunately no one appreciates them.
Splashed ink-like blue hair fell on the wooden chair, she closed her eyes quietly, the green lake-colored gauze skirt covered her snow-like skin, and was occasionally blown by the warm wind, half covering her pale face, revealing a faint Misty fairy air.
She is so beautiful that she is not like a mortal woman.
It seems... to leave him at any moment.
Wei Yu carefully put the cloak on her body slowly.
The person who was supposed to sleep in peace immediately opened his eyes, the surprise and expectation flashed in his eyes, and then he changed into a look of disgust, "What does the prince go to this palace, the Ronghua Palace, every day? Is there no business for the court?" Done?"
Wei Yu had long been used to her indifference, and said in a gentle voice, "Since you're already awake, don't sit here, go back to sleep inside, it's more comfortable. Don't catch some cold from the wind."
As he spoke, he hugged the person skillfully.
"Bold!"
She said angrily, trying her best to break free from the man's embrace, but then she got angry and bit his neck directly, blood oozing down.
Wei Yu remained unmoved by it, stepped across the threshold calmly, and gently put him on the bed.
Lin Lang stretched out her foot and kicked it hard.
The other party didn't hide, and she had vented enough, so she whispered, "Looking at you like this, you probably haven't eaten. I'll ask the imperial chef to cook something for you, okay?"
"I don't need it, you get out, get out!"
She casually picked up the jade pillow next to her and threw it at his face.
"Boom—"
The rather heavy thing slanted across the man's temples and shattered behind him.
Blood slowly trickled down from his forehead.
Blurred his vision.
The smell of rust gradually permeates.
"Why don't you hide? Do you think Bengong will soften his heart for such a bitter trick?" She sneered, her tone still ruthless.
No, who said bitter tricks don't work
Wei Yu could clearly see from her eyes that she couldn't bear it.
He wiped off the blood a little bit, but did not deal with the wound schemingly, and said with a smile as if nothing had happened, "Thank you, Madam, for your mercy."
She was able to stab him directly last time when she was ruthless, but this time when she hit someone, she deliberately deviated from the direction.
Wei Yu's chest became hot.
Soon, he came in with a bowl of noodles, steaming hot.
This jade bowl is painted with lively patterns of fish playing with lotus leaves, and the milky white soup is sprinkled with green shallots.
"Today is your birthday. I planned to prepare a gift for you, but... you may not want it. So, I asked the master for advice, and I want to give you a bowl of safe and long-lived noodles."
"Well, I'm just learning, and my skills may not be very good. I hope you don't dislike it."
He smiled shyly at her, like a pure and handsome scholar who only wanted to please the person he liked.
"But don't worry, the pasta master said that I still have some talent in this area. With more practice in the future, I will be able to become a master soon. I will make you more delicious ones then."
"Well, and, I remember you said last time that you like to eat peach cakes and crystal cakes. Now I'm still practicing with the pastry chef, and I can make them in a few days..."
Lin Lang lowered her head, her slender eyelashes drooping like a feather fan, covering all her emotions.
She bit her lips tightly, as if she was enduring something.
"I don't want to eat, you go."
He was taken aback for a moment, thinking that she had misunderstood something, and said a little excitedly, "I really didn't put anything in it. If you don't believe me, I can eat it for you now!"
Wei Yu hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and ate two mouthfuls. As a result, she was burned to the point of tears, and her whole mouth was red and swollen. It was embarrassing and ridiculous.
Lin Lang was brewing up a sad mood at first, but when she looked up, the two sausages were hanging brightly on the handsome face of that bastard, forming an extremely sharp contrast.
"Pffff—"
A certain woman couldn't hold back, she failed.
The other party stared at her blankly, not knowing what happened.
It's broken, my sister's torture strategy is about to collapse.
The woman was a little annoyed, she would have stopped laughing if she knew it earlier, it would spoil the atmosphere.
"You, are you laughing?" He stammered.
"You must have read it wrong." Lin Lang turned serious in no time, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with an extremely graceful gesture.
"Did I laugh just now?" The imperial concubine sat upright dignifiedly.
"No." He replied obediently.
Lin Lang was about to say "really good", but changed the words, "It's getting late, my lord, please go back."
"Okay, that lady should rest earlier." He took a deep look at her several times before he reluctantly lifted the curtain, and the slender figure gradually disappeared into the corridor.
Lin Lang picked up the bowl and smelled it a little. It was probably made with bone broth, which was particularly rich and sweet.
Unable to resist the temptation, she took a few bites of snacks.
What Lin Lang didn't know was that the person who had walked away turned a corner, climbed up to the roof of the imperial concubine's house, and uncovered a piece of green tiles, and carried out the routine of fixed-point peeping three times a day.
The prince had an idiotic smile the whole time.
It's great that she is finally willing to eat her own food.
he thought contentedly.
Sure enough, if you want to grab a woman's heart, you have to grab her stomach.
Well, those weird words were not in vain after all. He went back and asked the group of boys to collect a few more carts, so that they could study them carefully sometime.
From then on, King Wei's daily route was like this: go to the Ronghua Palace to cook, climb the roof to peek, go back to the mansion to study recipes, and then plot rebellion at night.
On this day, as usual, he lifted the tile to take a peek, when there was a violent coughing sound from underneath.
He was taken aback.
In sight, the sherpa in her hand was dyed scarlet.
After hemoptysis, the man seemed to be unable to stand still, and he seemed to be on the verge of falling.
Wei Yu's heart tightened, and he immediately pushed aside the tiles and jumped down.
"Boom—"
The loud noise alarmed Xiuyu who was on duty outside, she hurriedly pushed the door open and came in, only to see the prince in a brocade robe carefully holding his empress and putting her on the bed, without looking back, he said, "She's passed out, call Yu Come to the doctor."
"No, don't bother."
Lin Lang slightly opened her eyes, her anger was like a spring.
"It's all old problems, just take a rest."
"Ma'am..."
"Yu'er, you go down first, I have something to say to the prince." Linlang comforted the worried-looking eldest palace maid, but the other party had no choice but to bless her body and close the door.
Lin Lang's eyes fell on this disheveled man. His jade face was injured by the rubble and the skin was torn, but he didn't notice it at all. He just looked at her nervously, afraid that if he blinked, he would never see her again.
"I don't live long."
She said, in a slow and clear voice, as if speaking of an insignificant matter.
Wei Yu was shocked, how did she know
He obviously...
"Do you think that I don't know if I bribed the court ladies and eunuchs and the imperial doctor?" Lin Lang squinted at him, "I'm not as stupid as you. Not only are I easy to deceive, but I can't even recognize the way." His Xiao Qingmei's tone was full of complacency, and it was rare to have a bit of a little girl's coquettish attitude, unconsciously revealing her intimacy towards him.
Hearing her mention the past, Wei Yu's eyes gradually turned red.
He never actually got lost.
Just to win the love of this little girl, she purposely got lost on the street and huddled pitifully in a corner by herself, waiting for her to find her, so that she could show more pity to him in front of Zhou Taifu attention.
That time really frightened his little green plum.
After finally finding someone, he hadn't started crying yet, but he was crying with snot and tears. He also had a high fever for two days in a row, and his name was always in his dream.
Later, every time the two of them went to the street, she always held him tightly with her fleshy little hands, and said softly, brother, don't worry, Hu'er knows the way, and Hu'er will not lose you.
Hu'er is her nickname, but the little girl dislikes others calling her that, because it's too common and not special.
It is said that there was a little female companion who had a lot of fun, but she accidentally called her by her nickname, which made the boss unhappy, and they never dated again.
He also found out about it by chance.
And at that time, he had called her Hu'er for a year.
Gradually, only he can call Hu'er by his nickname.
But then...
later…
Wei Yu's heart suddenly throbbed.
When he lost his mind and soul, he suddenly felt a coldness on his cheeks.
The other party's cold fingers lightly brushed his cheeks.
He was taken aback.
Stared at her blankly.
The tenderness at this moment is so unreal, his figure is reflected in those beautiful dark eyes, and the thin tears are hazy and flickering.
"I originally thought that after I died, I would turn into a ghost and come to seek revenge on you." She murmured, "But I can't bear it, I can't bear to let the person I really love in my short life have no peace after my death. "
"I'm tired, and I don't want to argue about what's right or wrong."
"So, in the end, I want to be willful for a while."
Linlang's fingers gradually dropped and touched the man's lips.
Soft, ruddy.
He gasped for breath.
"On the Lantern Festival, I made a wish by the lake. I want to know... did I make any wish?" Her gentle, almost doting tone made him want to cry again.
"I want to, I really want to."
He said with a smile, but the tears had burst wantonly.
"Hu'er... I like you the most."
The long black hair brushed over the clothes of the two of them, caressing and intertwining each other.
The crabapple outside the window is in full bloom, and a branch poked its head in quietly, lying lazily on the table, stretching its branches, as if sleeping in a dream.
It's just that I'm too young to understand the emotion in your eyes.
So when we grew up, our first real kiss was to celebrate parting.
Congratulations, you will never grow old.
Congratulations, there will be no one who loves me deeply from now on.