"Miss Wen." Ren Yue nodded slightly as a polite greeting.
"Young master Ren, you..." Rourou seemed to hesitate to speak.
"Miss Wen, but it's okay to say." Ren Yue resisted the pain in the soles of his feet, and looked at the sudden tenderness in front of him rather strangely.
How should I tell him? Everything before last night seemed to have been forgotten by him long ago, but he didn't seem to have completely forgotten it... Did he really not remember when he had a headache before, did he recognize me? He really forgot that he once had a handwritten scroll... and everything in his previous life...
All this is so strange, it seems that it is already within reach, but at the moment of touching, it is separated and disappears, as if it has never appeared before.
What is going on here
If he was Ren Yue, how could he be so capricious
If he wasn't Ren Yue, why would he risk his life to save him today
There are countless questions in the gentle heart, but I don't know how to speak!
After careful analysis, it seems that all of this is related to one person—Tianyuan Taoist!
Before Tianyuan appeared, after Tianyuan appeared, Ren Yue seemed to be the same, but in fact he was a different person.
"I don't know something about the little girl. Didn't Mr. Ren and Mr. Song Tao go to send my brother to the exam today? Why did you turn back and save the little girl from the flames?" Wen Wen asked tentatively.
Indeed, Ren Yue also felt strange about the gentle question before.
Obviously I followed my husband to send Wen Ting for the exam, why did I suddenly feel restless while waiting for tea, a kind of worry that surpassed ordinary people's senses, not for others, just for gentleness!
A cook who has only been in contact with for more than half a year, why does her every frown and smile, her joys and sorrows, life and death all affect my heart so much!
Just like just now, Ren Yue was just praying in his heart, "Miss Wen, there must be nothing wrong!"
"Miss Wen was worrying too much. Ren Yue just happened to see a fire in the kitchen when he returned. Out of worry, he managed to save Miss Wen by chance." Ren Yue's mouth was lying.
Is it really just a coincidence? Was it really just a fluke
Looking at Ren Yue in a daze. I couldn't help shaking my head in denial.
"Ren Yue saw Miss Wen's complexion is not good. Miss Wen must have been frightened by the fire just now. Why don't Ren Yue prescribe a potion of calming soup for Miss Wen, so that Miss Wen can take it and recuperate." After Ren Yue finished speaking, he lightly Lightly raised his finger and pointed to the desk.
His foot was injured, and he pulled out the wooden sticks. Right now, he wanted to walk slowly towards the desk, but he might not allow it.
On the desk, the four treasures of the study are all there.
Turn away gently. See.
"Young Master Ren, don't bother, the little girl is fine." Wen Wen shook her head, with disappointment in her eyes.
What she needs is not a prescription, but Ren Yue's approval. Right now, nothing but disappointment is disappointment.
Ren Yue stubbornly shook his head, still pointing to the table.
Ren Yue's eyes were firm but cold and arrogant, gentle and irresistible. I had to go to the table, took the pen and paper, and brought it over.
The pen stroked lightly on the white rice paper, Ren Yue's hands trembled slightly.
He is trying to balance. Gentle for a while but didn't notice.
The prescription of a concentrated soup and medicine was elegantly written, and when it was handed over to Wen Rou, Ren Yue was already sweating profusely.
"Young Master Ren, what's wrong with you?" Rou Rou raised her eyes and asked in surprise.
"Oh, it's a bit stuffy in the room. It seems that summer has come earlier this year." Ren Yue raised his eyes slightly. Staring out the window, thoughtfully.
stuffy
Ruan was taken aback, the pomegranate flowers in the backyard of the house bloomed earlier, but it would be too far-fetched to talk about the sweltering heat.
"That's the case. Why does Mr. Ren need to close the doors and windows? The little girl will help..." Rourou said as she walked to the window and was about to open the window to breathe.
"Miss Wen, please go back! Ren Yue still needs to read." Ren Yue stopped the gentle behavior and said coldly.
"Oh." Wenrou responded softly, with a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
"Young Master Ren, please study well. I'm sorry to disturb you, so I'll leave." She saluted gently, and gently helped Ren Yue close the door.
Ren Yue is so strange today!
Rou Rou walked out of Ren Yue's room, muttering inwardly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed all the time, but I don't even want to get up to get a pen and paper...
He really forgot, doesn't seem to remember at all...
Gentle sighed softly, and walked slowly into his room.
The prescription just now is still in his hand, Ren Yue's handwriting is smart and ethereal, looking at it gently, he only feels that his vision is becoming more and more blurred.
Do I still need to take this medicine... Concentration medicine... just deceiving yourself...
Rou Rou looked at the prescription in her hand, smiled secretly, shook her head, and was about to put it away.
Suddenly, a trace of doubt flashed in my mind.
medicine!
It seems that all changes and abnormalities of Ren Yue are related to "medicine".
I have been soaking in a medicated bath before;
Later, the medicated bath powder was lost, and the headache began;
Later, when Master Tianyuan came and gave him medicinal bath powder, Ren Yue's headache stopped hurting, but he seemed to have returned to the state of the most familiar stranger...
Could it be that all of this is related to Tianyuan's box of medicated bath powder
Gentle suddenly seemed to straighten out something, and his heart became excited for a while.
Heaven! Ren Yue! Medicinal bath powder!
These three seem to have no connection, but in the dark, Ruan always feels that there must be something between them!
Fortunately, my brother went to take the exam in the past three days, and I still stayed in Mr. Song Tao's small courtyard, taking care of the diet of the ninth prince Liu Xian.
As long as he stays by Ren Yue's side, he will have a chance to find out the truth of the matter!
At this moment, Rourou suddenly felt that those tricks and tricks of Linglong and Sheng Jiaoxue were nothing, even if it cost her own life, so what? As long as it remains, there will be new discoveries.
Gentle's heart secretly made up a long idea, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Linglong had been busy all morning, and finally, with the help of Changsheng, she cleaned up the kitchen.
Although all the furnishings had returned to their original positions, the ashes on the kitchen wall were still not removed after the fire.
"Miss Wen, why don't you rest more? This place will be ready soon." Changsheng was busy painting the plaster in his hands, and greeted Wenrou with a smile.
"Uncle Sheng, do you still need help?" Ruan Wen walked over, not caring about Ling Long who was working beside her.
"No, no, just paint the wall!" Chang Sheng waved his hand, and his eyes signaled Ling Long, who turned his back and went to work.
Meaning, here is her. Don't meddle gently.
Because the small kitchen has been being renovated, it seems that the lunch meal cannot be prepared in the kitchen. Fortunately, I ate some fish porridge just now, and my stomach is somewhat basic. So have the strength and energy to think about the noon meal.
"May Miss Wen need help?" While thinking, Sheng Yaoshan's hearty voice sounded from behind.
"General Sheng!" Gentlely turned around.
"The small kitchen is inconvenient for a while, and His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is taking an exam, so it's also inconvenient to go out to eat at the moment. If Miss Wen needs help, just call over, and Yaoshan will take care of it!" Sheng Yaoshan said with a smile.
"That's good! If that's the case, the little girl will not be polite!" Rourou was worrying about the manpower problem, and the general Sheng Yaoshan came to the door on his own initiative.
After counting the utensils available in the kitchen, Si Duo watched Liu Xian take the exam. Meals not only need to be light, but also need nutrition. Wenrou secretly decided to make a delicious tofu that is easy to digest and absorb.
"General Sheng help the little girl light the pot, you can also use the small red clay stove, the little girl will come whenever she goes." Gentle said. Turned around and ran out the door.
When I came back, I already had a few more ingredients: tofu, shiitake mushrooms, tenderloin, and of course fresh fish and vegetables.
At this time, the fire in Shengyao Mountain was already burning, and the chopping boards and kitchen utensils for cutting vegetables had all been taken from the kitchen to the outside.
Under the knotted bamboo and on the bluestone, it looks like a big kitchen with a unique style.
Randomly scattered all kinds of materials. It seems to blend in with the surroundings.
"Wow!" Wen Rou was slightly excited.
In her previous life, she had seen the largest, most complete, and best kitchen, that is, the imperial dining room in the palace, and she still followed her father carefully.
Now, here: the sky is the roof, the bamboo is the wall, the flowers are the window, and the stone is the table... Even the cold and wooden kitchen utensils seem to have returned to their original appearance. Become open-minded, smart, and alive.
How free and easy it is to be able to cook ingredients in such a "kitchen" and turn around with ease!
"Miss Wen, I'll help you!" Sheng Yaoshan turned around. Seeing that Wen Rou came back, he walked over immediately, taking ingredients and kitchen utensils. Although sometimes they were not placed in the right place, but the enthusiasm and tacit understanding in his heart, even if the busy Changsheng watched it, he still felt Quite heartwarming.
If they don't know that one is the dignified Wu Kui of Da Zhou, and the other is just the little cook of Zuixianlou; if it is not because of the difference in status and status in the clothes they wear, most people will think that this is a newlywed couple. young couple.
Whispering swallows, Qingqing me.
Men farm and women weave, raising their eyebrows.
Linglong watched from the side, feeling so angry in her heart!
Young master, you are too strange... There are so many ladies in the capital, wishing I could come to you directly to marry you, you don't even look at it, what's so good about this cook in front of you! You actually defended her over and over again, and you even didn't hesitate to do such a lowly job!
Fortunately, the lady didn't see it. If she saw it, I don't know what would happen!
Does the young master really have a crush on this cook named Wen
Linglong secretly gritted her teeth.
Looking at Sheng Yaoshan's tall and handsome figure, Linglong felt a little lost and sad in her heart.
Since she was selected into the prime minister's mansion since she was a child, she served by Sheng Jiaoxue's side, and she almost grew up with Sheng Yaoshan. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a childhood sweetheart!
Sheng Yaoshan, who was a child, showed extraordinary excellence since he was a child; with the passage of time, this handsome young man has grown up inadvertently. He even won the hearts of thousands of girls in the capital.
As Linglong next to Sheng Jiaoxue, she naturally had more chances to get in touch with Sheng Yaoshan than ordinary people. Diet and daily life, getting along almost day and night, except for the days when Sheng Yaoshan went to war in these years...
Linglong has always been silently fond of this eldest son of the Xiangfu in her heart, but the humble status of the servant girl reminds her all the time!
Once in Linglong's heart, there was a wish. Based on the deep love between her and Sheng Jiaoxue's master and servant, if after a few years, she pulls her face down, begs Sheng Jiaoxue in person, and gives herself to Sheng Yaoshan to be a housemaid, that would be her greatest wish in this life !
However, now, the eldest son that I have always buried in my heart will actually treat a cook...
The unwillingness and jealousy in Linglong's heart are really burning like a flame!
Although in the next three days, I have to stay by this cook's side, even if I can't vent my anger on the young lady, I have to vent my anger on myself!
A cook, why should she!
First Master Ren, then General Sheng!
The insidiousness in Linglong's heart instantly twisted into a rope, woven into a tight knot and coming towards Gentleness.