Ling Chen raised his head and stared at her: "Are you jealous?"
"No, Linger is telling the truth."
Ling Chen reached out and rubbed her nose.
"I made these dishes, you have a taste." Lan Ling gave him the cloth dishes.
"You cook? You also know how to cook?" Ling Chen looked at her with a smile, and saw that the dishes on the table were all his favorites. He picked up a mouthful of shredded bamboo shoots, and a fresh fragrance entered his teeth.
Ling Chensu loves to eat bamboo shoots.
"It really tastes different, crisp and fragrant."
Lan Ling's eyes brightened even more.
After dinner, Ling Chen walked outside with Lan Ling in his arms.
Because of the war and the cold weather, the streets of Fucheng were already empty of pedestrians.
Ling Chen held her hand and walked slowly, Tian Ming and Gu Fan followed behind.
"If, we live here all the time, isn't it good?" Lan Ling asked suddenly.
Ling Chen remained silent, and squeezed her hand, as if he was playing with her.
"Do you have to fight for the world?" Lan Ling leaned closer to Ling Chen.
"Ling'er, fighting is to live. I am a prince, and there are some things that I can't do whatever I want. Even if I tell my father, I don't want to fight for anything, I just want to live in peace, you say, they will Do you believe it
As long as I'm a threat to some people, they won't let me live. Those who follow me, I am responsible for them, do you understand? "
Ling Chen held her in his arms, but his eyes were looking into the distance.
"I don't want to kill others, but if others gain power, they will never let me live, nor will those who follow me live, including you. Therefore, I can't stop. The simple life you want to live , I can’t give it to you, try to live my life.”
"Then, we can stay here for a few more days." Lan Ling begged him.
"Okay." He stood up and kissed her deeply.
Ling Chen led his troops to Luan City the next day.
The battle in Luancheng was more difficult, Lan Ling waited for three days for Ling Chen to come back.
Zhang Xu was guarding Luancheng. Zhang Xu was originally the deputy general of Luancheng. His wife was as beautiful as a flower. Later, Liu Gang, the princess of Luancheng, took a fancy to Zhang Xu's wife. Unwilling to be humiliated, his wife threw herself into the river and committed suicide. Killing Liu Gang also turned against the court.
Zhang Xu is excellent in martial arts, he is also very good at leading troops, and he is good at defending. In the end, he used the explosive bomb made by Tian Ming to blow open the city gate, and then captured Luancheng.
But Zhang Xu ran away, Tian Ming and several others failed to catch him.
There are only five days left before the Chinese New Year. Ling Chen is busy redeploying troops from Luancheng and Qingzhou, which were captured just now. He transferred the princesses of Fuzhou and Yancheng to these two cities respectively, and it took a lot of time to deploy the generals who defended the city. Brainstorm.
He is busy late every day.
Every time I go back, there is always supper on the table, sometimes a bowl of small chaotic soup, sometimes a plate of dim sum, and sometimes a bowl of hot and sour mutton soup.
This place is no better than his prince's mansion in Yuncheng, because of the war, supplies are limited, and the food in the barracks is rough.
Lan Ling never thought that he could cook for Ling Chen himself. She knows how to cook and eat all kinds of food. When she was in Moshan, she learned a lot from the cooks in the kitchen. At that time, she just thought it was fun, and her life was boring to pass the time.
Lan Ling tried her best to make the things for Ling Chen exquisite. I am very busy every day.
This day Ling Chen came back early, and Lan Ling was still awake, so she brought hot water to burn his feet.
"You don't need to do these, don't freeze them." Ling Chen caressed her head with his big palm.
"I am willing." Lan Ling said crisply.
She stretched out her hands to wash his feet, her white and tender hands pressed his feet, Lan Ling noticed blood blisters on Ling Chen's heels.
"Why is it all bubbling?" She frowned distressedly. He picked up Ling Chen's combat boots and looked at them, the leather at the heel was too hard.
She massaged his feet, dried them, popped the blisters, applied medicine, and wrapped them up.
"This is a special medicine, it will be ready tomorrow. The heels of your military boots can be replaced with lambskin, which is softer." Lan Ling said to Ling Chen.
"Okay, Tian Ming, pass on an order. When purchasing military boots, the heels are made of lambskin."
Tian Ming happily took the order and left.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Ling Chen held Lan Ling's hand and asked in a low voice. He hugged her into his arms, plunged his head into Lan Ling's fragrant hair, and remained motionless.
"Because at this time, you are my husband. I can treat you as I want. In the palace, I also want to treat you very much, but some people will say that I am seducing you, or have ulterior motives, and some people will be unhappy. In fact, what I am doing now, all loving couples are like this."
"Then treat me like this all the time, don't be afraid of what others say, I won't let others gossip." Ling Chen's honest voice rang in Lan Ling's ear.
Lan Ling smiled wryly. "I really want to. But I'm afraid I'm going to die soon!"
Lan Ling suddenly remembered Xixiang. Think of her past life. The hands are also slow.
Ling Chen leaned over and kissed her on the lips, his voice was low and gentle, "Just treat me well, I'll see who dares to kill you!" After he finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he pressed her jaw , The hot kiss was overwhelmingly pressed down.
"Don't, don't..." Lan Ling resisted in a low voice, "I haven't taken that medicine for the past few days."
Lan Ling looked up at him.
"You don't need to drink it!" He said and pressed it up.
After tossing and tossing until midnight, Ling Chen was finally tired and fell into a deep sleep.
Lan Ling got up, twisted the cotton cloth, pressed a thin layer of cotton on it, gestured to Ling Chen's combat boots, and made a pair of soft insoles for him.
Ling Chen woke up by chance, and saw a small figure next to the faintly yellow candle, carefully doing female red.
On the second day, Ling Chen got up early in the morning, the place where his feet stepped was soft and comfortable, and his feet were no longer worn. He was very surprised, took off his shoes, and saw a pair of pure white cotton insoles, with even and dense stitches.
Ling Chen looked at Lan Ling who was still asleep, his face was tender, his dark eyes softened, he leaned over and kissed her hair, "I really can't see, you know so much!"
Lan Ling didn't wake up until almost noon, the room was very quiet, Ling Chen found a girl to serve Lan Ling yesterday, and the girl was preparing lunch at this time.
"Cuihong, stew this mutton chop with water, make more, don't put soy sauce, put more ginger." Lan Ling told Cuihong, Ling Chen is willing to eat stewed mutton.
After washing up, she walked out of the room, she wanted Ling Chen to bring everyone back for dinner, instead of having meals in the military camp.
Lan Ling went to Ling Chen's meeting room, Tian Ming saw her coming, he was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Master is not in the meeting room."
"Oh, where did he go?"
"back yard."
"Well, Tian Ming, I'll ask them to have Chinese food in the living room of the master in a while, instead of the food in the military camp."
Tian Ming agreed vaguely.
Lan Ling ran straight to the back garden.
The gate to the back garden was actually closed, which had never happened before.
Fan Xing and Han Zhitao stood at the garden gate, "Mrs. Ling." Fan Xing called her.
"Is Master in there?" Lan Ling asked as he was about to go in.
"Madam Ling, you'd better wait a while before going in." Fan Xing stopped her.
Lan Ling stopped, "What's the matter?"
"Well, it's not convenient for you to go in now." Fan Xing said indifferently.
Lan Ling always felt that Fan Xing was very indifferent to her. As if she was his enemy.
Lan Ling looked at Han Zhitao, "I have prepared a lot of dishes today, let's go to Master's room for lunch together."
Before Han Zhitao could answer, Fan Xing said with a smile, "That depends on what I want."
Fan Xing had a strange expression on his face.
Lan Ling pushed open the door of the back garden like a ghost.