[Chapter 130 Chapter 130 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (7)]
Yan Qing hadn't seen Han Sheng for several days, but he received a lot of things that he had sent to him.
Or some cakes that most girls like to eat, or various exquisite hairpins and rings.
Treat her as if she were a homework.
She didn't know that the guy was preparing to study some scripts of sentimental love stories, trying to find out how men and women can get along with each other.
If there was nothing taught in the three thousand books of sages, he would find a way out of nowhere.
If you don’t know, then learn.
is Han Sheng’s motto.
Yan Qing did not go to disturb him, but asked Liangchen to bring over a few bowls of nourishing soup from the kitchen.
His frail little body needs to be nurtured so that he can have endless energy.
Han Sheng looked at the deer antler soup that was the same every day. He could smell the rich soup on his tongue before he even took a sip.
He smiled helplessly and finished the soup resignedly.
How could he not know that the young lady was expressing her dissatisfaction with him?
Handing the bowl back to Liangchen, he said, "Take good care of the lady. The mung bean soup is cold in nature, so don't let her drink too much."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Liangchen bent his legs respectfully.
When everyone left the study, Han Sheng's eyes flickered.
Suddenly remembering the fragrance and softness of moisture in his arms that night, he seemed to have gathered that fullness back in his palms.
The fingertips trembled slightly, and a blush gradually appeared on the jade-white face.
Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, but an indescribable heat came from the pubic area.
He was choked by his own saliva and coughed several times. He stood up, picked up a pen, twirled his sleeves, and wrote out the entire Heart Sutra in one breath. Only then did he feel the heat disappear.
After asking the small kitchen to prepare soup for several days in a row, Yan Qing finally stopped thinking about bothering him.
As if confirming his guess, she was just sulking with him and expressing a little dissatisfaction.
On that day, Wu Jin, which had been boiling for a long time, entered a period of slackness. The dark clouds brought gusts of cool breeze, blowing away some of the unbearable summer heat.
Yan Qing was leisurely leaning against the railing beside the pavilion, feeding the fish.
The Zuo Xiang Mansion is a five-courtyard compound bestowed by the emperor. It was originally the residence of a king of a different surname in the previous dynasty. After its decline, it was confiscated and handed over to the imperial court.
The courtyard with unique landscape separates the front hall, the central hall and the three side rooms in the backyard.
The pavilion where Yan Qing was located was a long corridor built on an artificial lake, with clear lake water on both sides.
There are jagged rockeries standing in the lake, and plump koi fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves, creating ripples on the water.
"Miss, look at that one. It's so fat that you can't see its eyes." Meijing pointed at the red koi in the lake.
Liangchen nodded seriously: "If you continue to ask for food, you will become like it."
"Miss~" Mei Jing puffed up her face and begged for comfort.
Yan Qing pinched her face and said, "Okay, okay, I'll make it up to you later with a braised pork elbow."
The little girl immediately smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.
Liangchen said solemnly: "Miss, you will spoil her. This is not right."
"Yeah, also spoil little Chenchen." Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked over.
Just looking at Liangchen made her face blush, she tucked her clothes and moved to the railing to lean on.
Although the original owner married into the Prime Minister's Mansion, the two maids were used to being called Miss since they were young, and sometimes they couldn't get used to calling her Madam.
She let them call her Miss, which sounded more pleasant to her ears.
Mei Jing is not a martial arts genius, but her strength is unmatched by many men.
The original owner's general father meant that even if she encountered robbers who she couldn't defeat, she could carry her own daughter and run ten miles.
Yan Qing was holding a sesame seed cake made in the small kitchen. It was so hard that it was difficult to chew. It was difficult to pick out a small piece with bare hands.
The koi in the lotus pond love it very much.
She took a pair of small scissors and cut the cake into small pieces in the pond. Several fish came over happily, wagging their tails.
"Any news on the thing I asked you to do a few days ago?" she asked suddenly.
Mei Jing shook her head: "I sent a sign to the palace as the young lady instructed, but I have never received a response."
Yan Qing's face sank slightly. The waist badge was given to her by the heroine Luo Mingyan. As long as the original owner handed over the badge, someone would inform her of Minghui Palace, and the first-class maid of Minghui Palace would welcome her into the palace.
This was also the grace that Luo Mingyan asked for from the emperor when she was promoted to imperial concubine.
The palace could not fail to inform her in time, so Luo Mingyan could only refuse to see her.
Thinking of the saltpeter ice-making method that should not have appeared in this era, she felt as if a drum was beating in her heart.
Having not seen the person yet, she did not dare to assert that the current Luo Mingyan was not herself.
Just as I was thinking, I heard a rustling sound from the wall closest to the lotus pond.
When Yan Qing looked up, he saw a young man in red clothes lying on the wall, panting as if he was running away in panic.
Without giving the man a chance to catch his breath, she threw the half-eaten pancake still left in her hand straight at the man.
"Ah~" The young man was caught off guard and his body tilted and he fell from the wall.
He hit a low rock and howled in pain again. When he stood up suddenly, he accidentally stepped on empty space and slid straight into the pool.
A puddle of water was stirred up.
The carps that Yan Qing fed all turned around and looked curiously in his direction.
"Catch the assassin! There's an assassin!" Meijing ran towards the pool.
Liangchen protected Yanqing and said, "Miss, you should go back to your room first."
Yan Qing patted her shoulder: "It's okay to join in the fun. With Xiao Chenchen protecting me, no one can hurt me."
"Miss, you...ouch!" The little girl stomped her feet in annoyance.
Yan Qing blinked and acted cute, and Liangchen followed her.
When I looked to the other side again, I saw a round-faced little girl named Meijing picked up a bamboo pole from somewhere and poked the person who fell into the water again and again.
"You dog assassin, give me your life!" He continued to grunt and shout loudly.
The young man's golden crown fell into the water and disappeared. His long black hair was disheveled, half covering his face, and his bright red robe was floating in the water.
It looked like a water ghost appearing in broad daylight.
While dodging in the water in a panic, he did not forget to introduce himself: "Stop poking, stop poking, I am Xu Wenzhang, the heir of the Lin'an Marquisate next door!"
"You, are you trying to do something bad to my young lady?" It would have been better if he didn't say it, but when she heard his name, Mei Jing became as angry as a pufferfish.
He had a ferocious look on his face, with his teeth bared, as if he wished he could stab him through right there and then.
Everyone knows that the eldest son of Lin'an Marquis's Mansion is not a good guy. He has been playing chicken and fighting dogs since he was a child, bullying men and women, and is uneducated. He spends his days in debauchery with a group of playboys.
It is notorious in Kyoto.
Such a person suddenly jumped over the wall and said that he had no other intentions towards her young lady!
Humph, I poke, I poke, I poke, poke!
Stab this guy to death!
"Beautiful scenery, stop quickly." Yan Qing had the urge to hold his forehead.
This girl always puts herself first in everything and is very courageous, though a little reckless.
If this young man was really the eldest son of the Marquis' Mansion and died in the Prime Minister's Mansion, how would they explain to the old Marquis, who had been the only heir for three generations?
Xu Wenzhang was pulled ashore by the guards holding a bamboo pole. He glanced at Yan Qing with gratitude.
But there was still a hint of surprise and fear in that look.
He did not forget that he was knocked down from the wall by this woman.
At that time, she was holding a pair of shiny silver scissors in her other hand.
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