The gold cup was a bit too dazzling after all. He Zheng carefully treasured it, just like he treasured his former head.
He felt beautiful in his heart, so he saw that everything was beautiful, and the maids and eunuchs around him also became angels. When He Wen first got the badge, he came to look for He Zheng from time to time. Today he came early and saw him sitting in front of the mirror being served to comb his hair. He leaned lazily to the side and said, "Get up so late?"
He Zheng immediately retreated from the crowd, stood up with a reserved expression, and asked, "Do you think I am different today?"
"It's not the same, is your belly bigger again?"
He Zheng was not unhappy either, he smiled like a flower, and said, "Don't you think that my complexion is particularly good?"
It's true, that white and tender face is rosy and full, and the energy of the whole person is dazzling, but He Wenchu's face is not happy: "Why? That beast hurt you last night?"
He Zheng's cheeks were flushed, and he walked over and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't say that about him."
He told Fang Tianzhuo imitating He Wenchu's good things to him, his expression was happy, seeing that his brother was still indifferent, so he patted him: "He is really very good, you don't want to trouble him deliberately , even in our place, very few people can do this, right?"
"Why, brother treats you badly?"
"You two can't compare. You are my own brother. You have been used to me for decades. He is the emperor."
"So you think he is better than your brother and your parents?" He Wenchu looked at him and said, "It seems that my brother loves you too much, and you take it for granted that you give too much. Give you a little bit of benefits, and you won't know who you are."
Seeing that he was displeased, He Zheng quietly pulled away the stool to hide, and said softly, "Of course not, brother is forever brother."
He Wenchu's face softened a little, and he said, "Your brother will always be your brother, but your husband-in-law is not necessarily so."
"How did you talk..." He Zheng complained with a wrinkled face, but he gave him a cold look and encouraged him, "What you said is so reasonable, you really should say a few more words."
He Wenchu deeply felt that He Zheng was cheated by Fang Tianzhuo, he frowned for a moment, and said: "Mom gave me a menu yesterday, and asked me to cook you delicious food."
He Zheng's eyes lit up, "Really? What are you doing?"
He Wenchu said: "Anyway, there are no crayfish, and the supplies here are too scarce, except for your newly emerging farming industry, and the seasoning is not as rich as ours. You can eat whatever you want."
He Zheng nodded immediately and said, "Thank you brother!"
"Where is the kitchen?"
He Zheng took him to the small kitchen of his Pize Palace to start a small stove, but when he went out, he met Fang Tianzhuo who was going down court. He Wenchu met him at first glance, and his face suddenly became very ugly, but He Zheng's face was happy. He tugged at Fang Tianzhuo and said, "Brother wants to cook a big meal for me, Your Majesty will go and change clothes first, and come over for dinner later."
He Wenchu squinted his eyes: "Unless he comes to help me, don't even think about touching my cooking."
It was the suffocating smell of gunpowder again, He Zheng said softly: "Your Majesty, go and change your clothes first."
He Wenchu grabbed He Zheng's wrist, Fang Tianzhuo frowned, wrapped his backhand around He Zheng's waist, looked at each other, swords were on the verge of crossing, He Zheng glanced left and right, and carefully pushed Fang Tianzhuo: " Me, I'll take my brother to the kitchen first."
Fang Tianzhuo frowned, wanted to get angry but couldn't do it, depressed in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful of his body."
He Zheng grinned sweetly at his instructions to his brother, and looked at him without blinking. He felt that the face under the crown was so handsome that he had no friends, and he quickly retracted the corners of his mouth when he felt a tugging sensation in his arm. , when being dragged away by my brother, I couldn't help but look back frequently.
He Wen let go of him when he first went out, taking care of his heavy body, he didn't walk fast, but his face was gloomy and terrifying.
He Zheng timidly followed him, secretly happy with his head down, He Wenchu suddenly turned his face to look at him, He Zheng quietly closed his mouth, but his eyes were still bright.
He Wenchu looked at him silently for a while, and said, "That's all you've got."
He Zheng bowed his head and laughed again. He Wenchu was in a bad mood, but he couldn't blame his younger brother. He went into the small kitchen silently and started to work.
He Zheng is looking forward to this meal very much. He really hasn't eaten a meal cooked by his family for a long time, but he doesn't touch the hot spring water at home, and he only knows how to order noodles. Follow the other person's buttocks and turn around in circles.
He Wenchu found him annoying: "Go out."
He Zheng then sat at the small stone table outside the kitchen, looked inside with his chin in his hands, as if he had returned home in an instant, he was sitting on the sofa playing games, and when his parents and elder brothers were preparing a big meal for him in the kitchen one by one, he felt Full of happiness.
When Fang Tianzhuo walked over, he saw this scene. He Zheng was originally good-looking, and wherever he sat, it would be a heart-pounding landscape painting. Looking at He Wenchu who was busy in the kitchen with his chin on his hands, he could see the faint nostalgia and satisfaction in his eyes. And longing.
What is he longing for
Fang Tianzhuo thought, is it the original fairy days
Those places that he listened to in the clouds and mist, that he could never touch in his life.
A surge of hostility surged in his heart, his dark eyes turned into a storm, and he looked quietly at He Wenchu, his clenched fingers carrying a forbearing killing intent.
Nanmenliang held his breath, feeling that he would rush into the kitchen and shoot He Wenchu to death in the next second.
He Wenchu's hands that were chopping vegetables paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes.
The suppressed airflow formed in the air, and the murderous intent that slowly overflowed from Fang Tianzhuo's body spread, and the hearts of the servants who helped were filled with haze, and their movements became more and more light.
"His Majesty!"
If the background of Fang Tianzhuo's body is a dark forest with ghosts dancing wildly, then He Zheng's background is simply beautiful mountains and rivers, birds singing and flowers fragrant. The clear voice rushed in like the light of the sky, and a hole was broken in the haze in the air. As the light-like figure slowly approached, the ghosts of the dark forest disappeared.
He Zheng grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's hand and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you unhappy?"
Fang Tianzhuo said lightly: "No."
He clasped his thin white fingers with soft palms, and whispered: "Your Majesty's clothes look good today, if only I had a hundred eyes, I must bring ninety-nine to see you. "
Fang Tianzhuo paused, his heart went numb, and he said in a low voice, "Where is the one left?"
"Leave one to watch the road under your feet, so that you can hold His Majesty's hand and walk on."
Fang Tianzhuo: "..."
He lowered his eyes to look at He Zheng, met those two translucent eyes, and the residual hostility in his eyes faded away, completely blending into the bright background behind He Zheng.
Nanmenliang stayed by Fang Tianzhuo's side, and felt the contrast in him the most, and subconsciously glanced at He Zheng.
This Empress He's small mouth is real, I have to accept it.
With a soft sound of "duang", He Wenchu slammed the knife on the table, and shouted: "Dazheng, come and fight."
"Oh." He Zheng was unhappy for a second, and then laughed again: "Then, Your Majesty, I will help."
He Wenchu said again: "You all go down."
The servant who was arranged to help was a little nervous, He Zheng looked around and said, "Back off."
He Wenchu clapped his hands, met his younger brother's beautiful eyes like glazed glass, and ordered, "Cut vegetables."
He Zheng was dumbfounded and wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of making his brother even more angry, so he could only walk over and pick up the knife. His hands could not cut vegetables, and with his big belly, his movements were clumsy and clumsy. There is also some resentment.
Fang Tianzhuo frowned, and Nanmenliang immediately stepped forward to wash his hands: "Oh, it's better to be a slave, so be careful not to hurt yourself."
He Wenchu stretched out his hand to block him: "Why are you here? What does our cooking have to do with you? Are you my brother or the father of the child in my brother's womb?"
As soon as these words came out, no matter how stupid Fang Tianzhuo was, he could tell that they were coming for him again.
A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, he thought, He Wen was probably a cook when he first became a fairy, so he was able to drink and drink in the kitchen so calmly.
He Zheng had no choice but to say: "Well, I'll be fine, Nanmen, you can go and accompany His Majesty."
Nanmenliang turned around, Fang Tianzhuo stood outside with a blank expression, he read exactly from the other side's eyes, "Come out and try."
Nanmenliang turned back bravely, and said softly: "The servant is, the personal servant of the child's father in Hehou's stomach, and he is also a family member. This...Brother He, let the servant help you."
He Wenchu said indifferently: "The child's father doesn't show up, so where is your turn? Are you going to kiss He's stepfather, or is the child's father and He's stepmother?"
He Zheng stood aside aggrievedly and touched his stomach, "Brother, stop making trouble, how can Your Majesty enter such a place?"
Fang Tianzhuo thought, what Zhenger said is absolutely true.
He Wenchu said: "Then what do you do, let outsiders do it for you? Don't do to others what you don't want to be done to others. Have you read the book in the stomach of a dog?"
Fang Tianzhuo: "..."
This was simply referring to Sang scolding Huai, a vein popped up on his forehead, and he walked over. He Zheng immediately stopped him with two steps in shock: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, no, this is my kitchen, no fighting is allowed."
He was pitiful, Fang Tianzhuo suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't fight."
"Then what are you doing?"
"..." Fang Tianzhuo's Adam's apple rolled, and he said with difficulty: "I, help Zheng'er chop vegetables."
Nanmenliang took a deep breath, but He Wenchu's mouth curled up, and he said, "In that case, baby, just rest, my little nephew Jingui, you have to be careful."
He Zheng stood outside the kitchen and looked in. Fang Tianzhuo has endured hardships, it's not that he doesn't know how to cook, he just hates He Wenchu's domineering, so although there is a clear division of labor in the kitchen, swords are drawn suddenly from time to time, and several knives are broken by Fang Tianzhuo.
Nanmenliang was caught in the middle, wrinkling his face bitterly and stuffing firewood into the bottom of the pot, doing the dirtiest and tiring work quite conscientiously.
He Wenchu suddenly talked to Nanmenliang: "Mother Nanmen, is it hot?"
Nan Menliang suspected that he was slurring his words, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "It's not hot."
He Wenchu asked Fang Tianzhuo again: "Where are your siblings? Is it hot?"
Fang Tianzhuo said coldly: "It's not hot."
"That works." He Wenchu walked out of the kitchen in two steps, and sat at the stone table with He Zheng who looked worried, and said, "I'm hot, so just direct here, you guys take your time."
Fang Tianzhuo didn't even lift his eyelids, but He Zheng suddenly kicked fiercely, "You old cunning!"
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He Wenchu looked over gloomyly: "What did you say?"
"I said... Brother, how can you say that you have eaten good food? What do you two know?" He Zheng said softly, "If you leave it to them, how can you make it taste like brother?"
He Wen first thought about it, and it made sense, so he said: "Okay, brother will satisfy you."
He walked into the kitchen and started to do things again: "My lady, you can't burn well, you are not as good as your master in controlling the heat, my meal has very high requirements on the heat, otherwise I won't be able to eat the authentic 'brother's taste' , will cry."
Nanmen Liang's heart skipped a beat, ignoring the nickname he gave himself, "Then Brother He means..."
"Siblings, why don't you come here."
Fang Tianzhuo looked over with a blank face, and He Wenchu raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't see through the murderous intent in his eyes: "What are you doing in a daze? My big baby and the little baby in his stomach are waiting to eat."
Fang Tianzhuo stroked his knuckles with his thumb, endured and endured, and glanced at Nanmenliang, who slowly got up and gave up his seat.
"I have wronged my brother and sister."
He Wenchu was condescending with an iron spoon, while Fang Tianze crushed a piece of firewood with his downcast eyes, obviously very angry. But he is really tolerant, he has never said a word since he entered the kitchen, He Wenchu admired such a man, if it wasn't for his younger brother, he would be 120% willing to make friends with Fang Tianzhuo.
Just thinking of the experiences that He Zheng told him with teary eyes, I hated him so much.
When he observed Fang Tianzhuo, Fang Tianzhuo was also observing him.
He Wenchu started the dishes in a calm and unhurried manner, his movements were smooth and orderly, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were clearly separated, and the iron spoon was skillful and powerful. When everything was done, Fang Tianzhuo extinguished the firewood, took off his climbing arm, and walked out of the kitchen. His handsome face was stained with gray ashes, and he looked sternly at the delicious dishes on the stone table.
He thought, He Wenchu was really a cook in the fairy world.
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