Zhanwangfu, Xuelan Courtyard.
On the Arhat bed, Xuanyuan Mo still had his eyes closed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his legs were holding the quilt tightly.
"Xuanyuan Mo told me that the child in his belly was Lian Zhengyu's. On the night of the full moon on August 15th, he and Lian Zhengyu were in the cave. They stayed in the cave all night."
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Mo stood up suddenly, stretched out his legs to touch his chest, and firmly grasped the skirt of his chest.
He felt as if a big hole had been dug out of his heart. It hurt so much that he wanted to take it off completely.
The door creaked, and Mikage walked in carrying a tray. When he saw Xuanyuan Mo walking on the bed, he felt happy, "My lord, you're awake!"
When Long Yue and the others sent the prince over last night, he was really shocked. It was the first time he saw the prince look so lifeless. The prince had always been in good health and had almost never been sick. , I don’t know why I fainted that time. Needless to say, I know it must have something to do with the princess. Apart from the princess, there is no other person who can make the prince become like that.
"Your Majesty, please have something to eat." Mikage walked to the bed carrying a bowl of red porridge.
Xuanyuan Mo opened the quilt and walked to the east bed. He didn't seem to see Yuying beside the bed and walked directly to the door.
Yu Ying looked at Xuanyuan Mo's back and twitched the corner of his mouth. Well, he was completely ignored again. Helplessly, he walked to the table with the red porridge in his legs, put it on the tray, and then said with a regretful expression, "The porridge made by the princess herself, do you really want to make a fuss if you throw it away?"
Before he finished speaking, the bowl of red porridge on the tray disappeared.
Yu Ying looked at Xuanyuan Mo who was already eating, blinked, and a smile appeared on his lips. You know that the prince will definitely eat the porridge made by the princess herself.
In just a short time, Xuanyuan Mo ate up the whole bowl of red porridge.
Seeing his own prince's unfinished expression, Yuying went and said, "Go to the east and bring over all the porridge cooked by the princess."
Yu Ying ran out as he spoke, and soon came back with a casserole of porridge, an empty bowl, and another bowl of porridge for Xuanyuan Mo.
This time, Xuanyuan Mo did not gobble it up like before, but slowly tasted it bite by bite, as if he was eating the most delicious thing in the world.
She was obviously angry with him, but she still cooked porridge for him personally. Suddenly, she really wanted to see her.
"Where's the princess?" The voice was still hoarse, but it was much better than yesterday.
Yu Ying was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said with some embarrassment, "The princess should be in Nanyuan. Last night Feng Wu came over and moved all the princess's things to Nanyuan. He said... tell me whether the princess will live in Nanyuan from now on."
Xuanyuan Mo's heart ached when he heard this, and his amber eyes dimmed again.
After taking the last bite of porridge, he got up and headed to Ximoju.
Upon seeing this, Yuying immediately said, "My lord, you... If you go to Nanyuan like that, you will scare the princess."
The prince's current appearance is really too sloppy, and no woman will like it. If the prince's future happiness is ruined, he will have to move out of the princess again.
Sure enough, when Xuanyuan Mo heard the latter sentence, he immediately stopped.
"Go and prepare hot water. I would like to take a bath."
When Yuying heard this, he immediately said respectfully, "No, Shudong then go and prepare."
Turning around, the corners of his lips raised slightly, he finally found a way to make the prince obedient.
"Wait for Yidong." Xuanyuan Mo suddenly said Han Zhen Yuying.
Upon hearing this, Yuying immediately turned around and said respectfully, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Prepare a set of black clothes for me."
Yuying was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then respectfully said, "No."
After a stick of incense, Xuanyuan Mo finally finished bathing. His stubbled face became extremely handsome again, but his cold temperament was even worse than before. There was also a touch of sadness in his amber eyes, which made people look at him. You will feel distressed unconsciously.
I came to Ximo Residence again and stood outside the courtyard without going in.
Long Yue in the courtyard frowned slightly and looked at the courtyard door, her eyes flashing thoughtfully.
Feng Wu walked out of the room carrying the tray.
Long Yue glanced at the untouched food on the tray and frowned slightly, "Dong Dong, don't you want to eat?"
Feng Wu also looked at the food on the tray and said, "No, Dian Dong was already unhappy, and he has been in a bad mood recently, so he basically refuses to eat anything."
Regardless of whether Mr. Xuanyuan is not good, Dian Dong has had a hard time carrying a baby for him. He makes Dian Dong so sad. Although Dian Dong didn’t eat hard in the past, he was very sleepy. Could it be that during those few days, Dian Dong hardly slept at all.
A flash of worry flashed in Long Yue's eyes, but he didn't answer. He didn't know much about women, nor did he know medical skills. He didn't know if there was any way to make Dian Dong's appetite better.
Feng Wu sighed and walked towards the kitchen with the tray, but saw Xuanyuan Mo at the door of the kitchen.
"What am I here for?" Her tone wasn't very good. She didn't have any good impressions of the man who made her head of the family sad.
Xuanyuan Mo was not angry because of Feng Wu's unkind tone, but stared at the tray in her legs and frowned. Why doesn't she eat? Is it because of him? Just thinking about whether that could be the reason, his heart began to ache again.
Seeing that Xuanyuan Mo didn't answer, Feng Wu ignored him, bypassed him and entered the small kitchen.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mo followed him into the small kitchen.
Seeing Xuanyuan Mo come in, Feng Wu frowned slightly and said impatiently, "What on earth am I here to do? If I'm looking for the master of the palace, he is in the room."
Although she doesn't like him, does she know that the master doesn't care about him, otherwise she wouldn't have cooked porridge for him yesterday.
"I...can I teach him how to cook?" After hesitating for a long time, Xuanyuan Mo finally said it.
Xuanyuan Mo didn't say anything about me. He felt guilty because of Duan Muxi's incident, but he felt that since he didn't ask them for advice, he shouldn't be too high-minded.
Feng Wu blinked when he heard this and looked at Xuanyuan Mo in a daze, "What did I say?"
He actually asked her to teach him how to cook. Did she hear wrongly? Why would a prince like him learn to cook
Xuanyuan Mo took a deep breath and said seriously again, "He said he wants to learn to cook."
Feng Wu curled his lips when he heard this. If he wants to learn, does she have to teach him? She didn't have that spare time, and she really wanted to take care of the master. I was about to refuse, but after hearing what Xuanyuan Mo said next, I changed my mind.
"He also wants to cook for her himself."
Looking at those sad eyes, Feng Wu suddenly felt that she didn't like him that much.
"Okay, he taught me."
Feng Wu chose a few dishes that Duan Mu Xi would eat very hard and began to teach Xuanyuan Mo.
Xuanyuan Mo studied very seriously, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, stir-frying vegetables, washing rice, cooking rice, and making soup. He studied everything very seriously. He had never done any of that before, and even if he occasionally saw her do it, she never let him help. It turns out that what she did is very easy. Can she do it for him tomorrow? But she thinks it is very difficult, much harder than leading troops to fight.
Feng Wu looked at Xuanyuan Mo, who had cut his legs several times but was still chopping vegetables seriously, with a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes. He also cares about Dian Dong. If he cares about Dian Dong so much, why does he want to do things that he can't afford to do wrong? Does he have any difficulties? Even if he has some difficulties, he can't do anything wrong that he can't afford to do. It would be even more unforgivable to let other women have his children.
After having his legs and feet in disarray for an entire afternoon, Xuanyuan Mo finally made a three-course meal and one soup that looked very good. In fact, he only made the three dishes and one soup five or six times during that afternoon, and the previous ones were all different. Somewhat terrible.
Carefully put the food on the tray, and then handed the tray to Feng Wu, "Please, please bring that to her."
Seeing a few blisters on Xuanyuan Mo's legs, Feng Wu's eyes flashed and her heart softened again. He stretched his legs to take the tray, turned around and left the kitchen, heading towards Duan Muxi's room.
He gently opened the door and walked in. He saw Duan Muxi leaning on the imperial concubine's couch and reading a book. He carefully placed the tray on the table.
"Dian Dong, it's time to eat."
Feng Wu said as he put the three dishes and one soup on the tray on the table one by one.
Duanmuxi was still staring at the book in her lap, without even looking at the dishes on the table.
"He's not hungry, so move east!"
Feng Wu seemed to have gotten used to it, so he held on to the last glimmer of hope and said, "Dear Master, tomorrow's meal will be cooked by Mr. Xuanyuan himself. Please try some of it!"
When Duanmuxi heard this, she paused with her legs holding the book, and a flash of surprise flashed in her deep purple eyes, "He did it?" When did he know how to cook
"No, those were all made by Mr. Xuanyuan himself. His leg fingers were burned with several blisters!"
I don't know why, Feng Wu said what she just saw. Maybe she was moved by Xuanyuan Mo, or maybe she wanted Duan Muxi to be happy.
Could it be? Feng Wu waited for a long time but didn't hear Duan Muxi shut up. He sighed and stretched his legs to beg for the food stewed in shit.
"Leave the food here and I'll go out." The voice was calm, with no hint of emotion or anger.
Feng Wu heard the words and immediately responded respectfully, then turned around and left the room.
After Feng Wu left, Duan Muxi put the book in Dong's lap, walked to the table and looked at the food on the table, slightly absent-minded.
Just thinking about Feng Wu saying that he had several blisters on his leg fingers made her feel very confused. Why did he ask to do that? She told him that the child was no longer his, wasn't he angry
He picked up the empty bowl, took a bowl of soup, took a sip, and frowned slightly. It's so bland. Did he add salt