In the evening, Yi Mu and Bei Menlin were both home, which was rare for them.
The two personal maids that Yi Mu brought with him watched over the kitchen and prepared a table full of delicious dishes.
Ever since that day when Bei Menlin pushed Yi Mu away, he has been deliberately avoiding him.
But if you live under the same roof, it's impossible not to see each other.
He Feng could tell that the atmosphere between the two was not right. She gritted her teeth and said to Bei Menlin in a coquettish tone, "Lin, I want to eat lotus root starch balls."
Bei Menlin scooped a bowl for her.
He Feng absentmindedly put food into her mouth, and when she saw Yi Mu staring at her, she gave him a provocative smile.
Why isn't Your Majesty eating? Is the food not to your liking?
The maid glanced at her indifferently: "One should not speak while eating or sleeping. If you do not understand the rules, I can have a good talk with you."
In front of Bei Menlin, He Feng couldn't afford to make a scene. Her lips twitched, and she remained silent.
Yi Mu didn't take He Feng seriously; he put a bone in Bei Men Lin's bowl.
Bei Menlin looked up at him, his eyes filled with surprise.
He likes to eat pork bones, which few people know.
As a child, Bei Menlin was severely beaten by the servants of the Marquis's mansion and abandoned on the street. He went hungry for several days.
Later, the Third Prince picked it up, and the servants in the kitchen prepared to throw away the pork bones used to make broth, along with some chicken carcasses.
Bei Menlin was so hungry at that time that his eyes were practically glowing green. He didn't know where he got the strength, but he ran to the slop bucket and started gnawing on a big bone.
He chewed the meat on it with gusto, and in that instant, he felt that there was nothing in the world more delicious than a pork bone.
Perhaps the childhood impressions were too deep, even when he grew up and had a noble status, he could eat abalone and sea cucumber as his daily meal.
Bei Menlin still couldn't forget the large, fatty and lean bones with intertwined tendons and bones, which he insisted on having prepared for every meal.
But how could Yi Mu know that he liked to eat big bones?
Given his status, even when he's out in public, he shouldn't be eating such disreputable food.
There is only one reason to explain this: Yimu knows his preferences.
However, Bei Menlin was a deep thinker and never revealed his true feelings to others.
Bei Menlin stared at the steaming pork bone in the bowl, and fell into a familiar state of confusion.
Where exactly did things go wrong? He was clearly not familiar with the young emperor, but inexplicably gave up the struggle for the throne and went to fight the Yuezhi and pacify the south.
Everything seemed to be paving the way for the young emperor, allowing him to secure his throne.
But he's clearly a rival to Beimen Mu, so why is he helping him?
Bei Menlin was driven crazy by this feeling of not being able to see or touch anything.
Feeling irritable, he ate only a couple of bites before making an excuse that he had something to do and leaving.
After he left, He Feng put down her spoon, but she didn't leave immediately.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say to you."
The maid's eyes narrowed, and she was about to reprimand her for not knowing the rules when Yi Mu waved his hand, telling them all to leave.
"emperor……"
Yi Mu held the small heater and smiled at her: "We're all from the 21st century, so you're from the same hometown. There's no need to call me Emperor."
He Feng paused for a second, then realized what he was saying and widened her eyes.
"you!"
Yi Mu looked up at her and said, "Tell me what you have to say, stop dawdling."
Very well, since he said he was from the 21st century, He Feng no longer needed to pretend to be respectful.
"Let me be frank, Bei Menlin is my man. I don't know how you got involved with him before, but he's mine now. Please stay away from him."
Yi Mu glanced at her excited face indifferently, not taking her seriously at all.
“I think you’ve got it wrong. First, Bei Menlin has never belonged to anyone; second, no one can interfere in our relationship; third…”
Yi Mu got up from the stool, walked up to her, and stared at He Feng's face, which was trying to remain calm.
"You should remove the curse you placed on him as soon as possible. Otherwise, you know, this isn't our law-abiding society where murder leads to imprisonment."
Here, power is law, and Imu is the supreme authority.
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