Di Qingchen moved into Zhiyang Palace that night. Qin Lin lived in the side hall on the left, and Di Qingchen happened to move to the right. The distance from both sides to the main hall was the same, so that he could prevent Looking at Qin Lin.
Naturally, Ning Jiuwei ignored what these two people were thinking. She slept soundly, her eyes gradually became hazy, smoke filled her eyes, and she could always hear someone calling her in her ears.
"Bai Xin, Xin'er..."
Who is it? Who is calling her? Why is the voice so familiar? Ning Jiuwei frowned and looked around. A man with a white back appeared in front of her eyes. She vaguely saw a pair of familiar eyes.
In another moment, Ning Jiuwei returned to her original position, and everything disappeared. She looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, sat up, and looked at the stars in the sky.
She put on her coat, walked to the window, and whispered, "When can I regain my memory?"
"Why do you want to restore your memory? Jiuwei, you actually like Qin Lin, right?" Di Qingchen didn't know when he appeared next to Ning Jiuwei and said softly.
"What do you mean, why don't I understand?" Ning Jiu turned his head slightly, looked at Di Qingchen, and asked.
Di Qingchen smiled and said: "Because you are my queen now. If you like me, you will not be obsessed with remembering things. But you care about it and want to restore your memory very much, because you feel that it is very important." Maybe after you regain your memory, you can be with Qin Lin legitimately, and you no longer have to stay with me full of sin every day, right?"
Ning Jiuwei was stunned when she heard what Di Qingchen said. Is this the case? It seems not, but it seems so. Every time she sees Qin Lin, she always wants to get close to him involuntarily. , an inexplicable feeling of closeness and familiarity.
"Jiu Wei, if you really like him, just go with him. You don't have to feel sorry for me." Di Qingchen looked at the stars in the sky and said.
"Why?" Ning Jiu blinked slightly and asked with some confusion.
Di Qingchen lowered his head gently, placed a gentle kiss on Ning Jiuwei's eyelashes, and said, "I'm never willing to make things difficult for you. If you feel unhappy staying by my side, then go ahead, your Happiness is my only happiness."
"From the beginning, I just want to make you happy. Xin'er, forgive me. If there is a next life, I will give everything I have to make you happy." Hearing Di Qingchen's words, Ning Jiuwei frowned and suddenly heard A familiar voice sounded in my mind.
Ning Jiu sniffed slightly, as if the person in front of her was the person in her memory. Those familiar eyes became softer and softer. She raised her hand, gently took Di Qingchen's hand, and spoke. Said: "I just want to find the lost memory, not because I don't love you."
"I know, I just want to make you happy." Di Qingchen touched Ning Jiuwei's smooth hair and said.
Ning Jiuwei looked at Di Qingchen. Both of them reflected each other's shadows in their eyes. In the end, a deep affection melted away, which made Di Qingchen extremely happy. It seemed that the drama of bitter love was finally paying off.
It's just that Di Qingchen didn't expect that Qin Lin was also a master of painful love dramas. It's just that he used to have a paralyzed face and never bothered to do such things. Now, for Ning Jiuwei, he doesn't care about anything.
Who would have thought that the dignified fourth prince of Dali, who had always been a strong warrior, would now wash his hands and make soup without any embarrassment. Because it was the first time he made soup, he started making it when the rooster crows, and finally made it at noon. A meal was served which was quite tasty and tasty.
But those hands were already mottled, and the scars and blisters were shocking. Coupled with the large red marks on the arms, people couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat just looking at them.
"How did you do this? Did you apply the medicine?" Ning Jiu opened his mouth slightly and frowned slightly, but he was worried about Di Qingchen beside him. His expression was not very obvious, but the eagerness could be seen in his eyes.
Qin Lin smiled and said, "It's okay. I know you're pregnant and you have a tricky taste. I specially made a few dishes with different flavors. I tried them and they were all pretty good. See if you like it." If you don’t like it, I’ll change it next time.”
After hearing Qin Lin's words, Ning Jiuwei looked back, and sure enough, he saw a series of dishes that were quite pleasing to the eye. It was obvious that the chefs in the imperial dining room did not make them better and more delicious.
But Ning Jiuwei still sat down with dignity, picked up a piece of lotus root and ate it. The sourness was moderate. Although it was a bit soft, it was still edible on the whole. After all, he had failed all morning, so he had to be able to get it. Just take action.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Qin Lin looked at Ning Jiwu's expression and asked.
Ning Jiuwei looked at his careful look, nodded slightly, and said, "It's delicious, and it suits my appetite very well. I didn't expect you to know how to cook?"
"I didn't know how to do it originally, but for you, I am willing to learn it. As long as you like it, I can give it to you." Qin Lin said.
Di Qingchen, who had been silent for the whole time, took a bite of the dish and suddenly said, "Jiu Wei, you'd better not eat this dish. I'll ask the people in the imperial kitchen to prepare another one. This is too unpalatable."
After listening to Dao Emperor Qingchen's words, Ning Jiu slightly raised his head, took a look, and then said: "No need, I think it's delicious. There are few royal chefs who can make dishes that I like so much."
Di Qingchen's eyes dimmed for a moment, looking at Qin Lin who was overjoyed, he gritted his teeth, picked up his chopsticks and ate quickly, finishing all the dishes in no time, leaving Ning Jiuwei holding the green vegetables in his hand. A shake.
"It's really good. I like eating it very much." Di Qingchen said, turned to Chen Bao and gave instructions, and said no more.
The corners of Qin Lin's lips twitched and he said: "Since the emperor likes to eat, let's take them all. Don't be polite. I also have a pot of chicken soup here, which is specially made for Jiuwei. It is a great tonic, but for men I don’t know what will happen after I drink.”
"..." Di Qingchen rolled his eyes. This Qin Lin was becoming more and more sinister and cunning.
Ning Jiuwei took the soup bowl and took a sip, almost spitting it out. What does it taste like? Is it bitter or sweet? She looked at Qin Lin angrily and asked, "What did you put in this?" , why does it smell so weird?"
Hearing Ning Jiuwei's words, Qin Lin took a sip of the stuff, shook his head and said, "This is not chicken soup stewed with medicinal materials. It is nutritious, but because the medicinal materials are too bitter, I put two spoons of honey."
"... If you put honey into such a bitter thing, do you think it tastes right if you put sweet and bitter things together?" Ning Jiuwei couldn't help but complain.