Chapter 120: This King is also a human being, with all the emotions and desires that a normal person should have
Mo Jinchuan frowned, "Why does such a delicious dish have such a strange name?"
It's both roasted and grilled, but it sounds so straightforward and simple that it doesn't sound aesthetically pleasing at all, and it's totally inconsistent with its unique taste.
Seeing that the meat wouldn't be cooked in a short time, Song Yanxi turned back to her book and continued reading. She said casually, "This cooking method originated from Shu Manor. If Your Majesty really wants to know, you might as well ask Princess Sihan..."
"She actually created it?" Mo Jinchuan suddenly lost his appetite.
Hearing the displeasure in his tone, Song Yanxi put the letter away, wiped her hands with the wet towel used by Mo Jinchuan, took the spice box from her hand and put it under her nose to smell it.
I couldn't help but admire her and said, "She actually thought of using Chinese medicine as a seasoning. What a brilliant idea."
Mo Jinchuan snorted softly, "They are just some strange and lewd skills, not worthy of your word 'wonderful'."
Listening to his bluntly derogatory words, Song Yanxi couldn't help but be stunned.
Is the person in front of her the gentleman she knows?
Seeing her surprise, Mo Jinchuan suddenly wanted to tease her. He pretended to be displeased and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? But what did I say wrong?"
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "No."
She just thought he was a little strange today.
After all, ever since the army set out, the lovers have always been in love with each other, and their lingering relationship doesn't seem like they are going to war, but more like newlyweds going on an outing in the suburbs.
Another deputy general in the army had long been dissatisfied. He came to find Mo Jinchuan twice during the rest period, reminding him openly and secretly that as the commander-in-chief of the army, he should restrain the two of them.
But he just brushed it off with a few casual remarks. He neither talked about anyone's shortcomings behind their backs nor took advantage of the situation to embarrass them.
Even last night, he was so angry with Zhuang Shihan that he slandered her.
What happened today?
Song Yanxi sprinkled the prepared spices evenly on the skewers, and couldn't help but recall all the details from early morning till now, but still couldn't find the problem.
The Prince Jin she knew would never be so narrow-minded as to hold a grudge against him for such a trivial matter as last night.
Since she couldn't figure it out, she just asked directly.
Having made up her mind, Song Yanxi suddenly turned around, but was caught off guard by a pair of black eyes full of helplessness.
The owner of the eyes obviously didn't expect her to do this. The moment their eyes met, they were both stunned.
In the small space of the carriage, the two were so close that they could clearly see their reflections in each other's pupils.
It is clearly late autumn, but there is an inexplicable sense of dryness in the air.
"you……"
"I……"
"You speak first." The two of them said the last sentence in unison.
Song Yanxi clenched the seasoning box in her hand and said first, "Your Highness, please go first."
The charming atmosphere between the two of them disappeared in an instant.
Mo Jinchuan sighed softly and asked with a half-smile, "Miss Song, what kind of person do you think I am?"
Song Yanxi frowned, "Is the prince trying to embarrass me?"
He didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to be flattered, so he thought that deliberate compliments would probably be useless.
As for those unpleasant truths, regardless of whether he likes to hear them or not, Song Yanxi has to find fault with them.
He is clearly a gentleman who keeps himself clean and upright, and has great sense of justice. He is a hero in the eyes of the people of Da'an. What do you want her to say?
We can't just say like those people outside who don't know the inside story that he is destined to be unlucky and unlucky in marriage, right?
She didn't believe a single word of this.
Unexpectedly, she turned the tables on him. Mo Jinchuan curled his lips helplessly and said, "With your personality, you really can't take even the slightest joke."
"A joke?" Song Yanxi raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing it.
Don't think that because he pretends so well, she really can't see the subtle expectation in his eyes.
He should care about how others see him.
After all, he seldom went out in the past two years due to his leg disease, and the gate of Prince Jin's Mansion was often closed, so he rarely had the opportunity to meet strangers.
As for An Yi and the people in the palace, even if they had the courage, they would not dare to comment on their master.
Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes, turned over the skewers in front of him, and said quietly, "Song Yanxi, I am also a human being, with all the emotions and desires that a normal person has."
He paused, then chuckled and asked, "Could it be that in your mind, you have never considered me a normal man?"
Song Yanxi was still immersed in the shock of being called by her full name and had not yet come back to her senses.
Ever since the day the two of them attended Lin Tingfeng's "funeral", His Royal Highness Prince Jin had always treated her with great courtesy and had never addressed her by her full name like he did today.
Although it wasn't humiliating, she wasn't annoyed, but she still felt something was wrong.
As soon as he said this, Mo Jinchuan calmed down, bowed to Song Yanxi, and said apologetically: "It was my fault just now, I hope Miss Song will not blame me."
Song Yanxi came back to her senses and said subconsciously, "Your Highness is also feeling sorry for me. If I get angry about this, I would be too ungrateful."
By the time she realized what she had said unintentionally, it was too late.
Mo Jinchuan, whose thoughts were touched, turned his eyes away and said calmly, "This king has no such intention."
"So..." Song Yanxi tried to explain, but the words turned into, "Why are His Royal Highness Prince Jin's ears so red?"
Worried that he was exhausted from days of traveling, she reached out to touch his forehead.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone grabbed his wrist.
Mo Jinchuan's voice was low and hoarse, "The King is fine."
But the burning temperature of his palm made his words unconvincing.
Song Yanxi couldn't break free from his shackles. She was anxious and annoyed for a moment. Her eyebrows raised as she said, "Your Highness, please don't be shy about seeing a doctor. I've examined every part of your body during this period of time."
"You!" Mo Jinchuan turned his head and glared at her, almost squeezing out a few words from between his teeth, "You are a woman."
Song Yanxi froze, and the look she gave him became increasingly complicated.
Is this guy confused because of the fever?
She had been treating him for more than three months, and almost every time she went there alone late at night, something that even those romantic novels would not dare to write about.
She didn't even say a word when he took off his pants before, but now she remembers that she is a woman?
Her eyes were undisguised, making it difficult for Mo Jinchuan to ignore them.
He tightened his grip on Song Yanxi's wrist and suddenly smiled.
The voice was low and hoarse, as if it was bewitching. "Song Yanxi, you really don't treat me as a man."
Dazzled by this smile, Song Yanxi subconsciously said, "Your Highness has misunderstood..."
The rest of the words came to an abrupt end when I caught a glimpse of the red at the corner of his eyes.
It's not that His Royal Highness Prince Jin misunderstood, it's clearly...
Song Yanxi felt her face burning hot for a moment and quickly turned her eyes away.
There was only a chuckle from the other side, and then the force that was restraining her wrist disappeared instantly.
She quickly lowered her head and took out the notebook from the cloth bag, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere between them, but the more she looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Things that she had read no less than a hundred times in the past now seemed as obscure and difficult to understand as the Book of Heaven.
Song Yanxi clearly knew every word on it, but she couldn't put them together to form a phrase or a sentence.
Just as she was feeling upset, she heard An Yi's voice outside the carriage, "Master, the princess sent someone to deliver a letter home."
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