Chapter 44 Chapter 44 A near miss: Black rice porridge or white rice...
Liu Qichuang stared at them with his red eyes and couldn't help but rush forward.
"It's you who hurt my father like this?"
Zhao Qingyue silently stepped forward to stand in front of him and protected Zhao Mingsheng behind him.
"It's his own fault."
"Yes! He was the one who deceived my father first!" Huang Yuexin said sweetly.
Liu Qichang was so angry that he saw stars.
He wanted to settle the old and new accounts together, but now was not the time. The waiter over there was frantically lifting the person up, waiting for his order to send him back.
He clenched and unclenched the fists in his sleeves. Saving his father was more important. If he delayed any longer, he would die!
"Just wait for me." He said this fiercely, turned around and ordered the waiter, "Let's go!"
Liu Qichuang, along with his men and the shopkeeper Liu who had fainted from the pain, quickly left the yamen.
The penalty had been imposed, the beating had been completed, and the excitement was over. The crowd around them finally dispersed bit by bit.
Zhao Mingsheng and the Huang father and daughter also said goodbye at the yamen gate.
Zhao Qingyue originally wanted to send his sister home, but was called back to the academy by the teacher.
After Zhao Mingsheng repeatedly expressed that she could be alone, Zhao Qingyue finally felt at ease to leave.
Zhao Mingsheng was walking down the street, about to take a bullock cart back to the village, when he noticed the crowd on the street all looking in the same direction.
Zhao Mingsheng also followed the crowd's gaze and saw smoke rising from the northwest corner of the town, reaching up to the sky.
The smoke didn't look like the curling smoke from cooking, but rather like the black smoke from something burning. I was afraid that there was a fire in a house.
Looking at the thick smoke rising from the northwest, Zhao Mingsheng remembered that Yan Zhuo's yard seemed to be in this direction, and there were no other residents around their house except them.
Zhao Mingsheng had a bad feeling in his heart.
In order to reassure herself, she decided to go and confirm it.
In addition to her, there were many enthusiastic people who also rushed there spontaneously, hoping that they could provide some help if there really was a fire.
When they got there, Zhao Mingsheng's worries were really unnecessary. The place where the black smoke was coming out was not some other house, but Yan Zhuo's yard.
But what was strange was that apart from the black smoke constantly coming out of the kitchen, there was no flames as imagined anywhere else. I didn't know what was going on.
She called Jingliu and Yanzhuo's names in the yard, but there was no response.
No one is home?
What's that smoke from the kitchen? Don't tell her it's smoking bacon.
Besides, Jingliu should still be recuperating in bed due to his injuries.
Zhao Mingsheng had no choice but to walk into Jingliu's room. Seeing him lying on the bed in good health and sleeping soundly, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't know whether to say that he could sleep or was too careless.
Zhao Mingsheng didn’t know what was going on in the kitchen, so he had to leave quickly. It would be terrible if the fire spread.
She reached out and shook Jingliu awake.
The smell of burnt food quickly spread from the kitchen into the house. Jing Liu's nose twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether he was woken by being shaken or smelling the burnt food. He slowly opened his eyes.
I was shocked when I saw Zhao Mingsheng.
"Young lady from the Zhao family?" He asked in confusion, not knowing why Zhao Mingsheng appeared in his room.
"I called out in the yard before, but no one answered, so I came in by myself."
Hearing what Zhao Mingsheng said, Jing Liu scratched his head embarrassedly. Because of the injury on his back, the medicine he drank had an anesthetic and analgesic effect, so he fell into a deep sleep.
"Is something burnt?" Jing Liu twitched his nostrils, and there was a lingering burnt smell in his nose.
Zhao Mingsheng looked at him with some sympathy, and then said: "The kitchen seems to be on fire. But fortunately the fire doesn't seem to be big, and fortunately Yan Zhuo is not at home..."
"Oh, I was wondering where all that smoke was coming from." He looked at the visible smoke swirling above the beams and was slow to react. "It's on fire?!"
Jingliu ignored the injury on his back and struggled to get up.
"Don't move, or the wound on your back, which was stitched with great difficulty, might open again."
Zhao Mingsheng quickly held him down.
Jing Liu was anxious and growled, "The prince didn't say he was going out today!"
Zhao Mingsheng was stunned. When she came in, she saw that Yan Zhuo was neither in the study nor in his own room, so she thought he had gone out to do something.
Now Jingliu told her that Yanzhuo was still in this yard.
The only thing I haven't seen is the kitchen filled with smoke.
"No, I have to go check it out."
Zhao Mingsheng once again held down Jing Liu, who was about to get up, and said through gritted teeth, "You lie down, I'll go!"
Without waiting for Jingliu to react, she ran out of the house, wet a handkerchief with the spiritual spring water, covered her mouth and nose with it, and rushed into the kitchen filled with smoke.
The thick smoke all around was pungent and blinding. The entire kitchen was filled with smoke, making it difficult to see what was in front of you.
Zhao Mingsheng vaguely saw a person standing in front of the stove.
She hesitated and said, "Yan Zhuo? Is that you, Yan Zhuo?"
The man in front of the stove finally heard it this time and turned his head.
Revealing a pitch-black face.
Zhao Mingsheng: ...
Yan Zhuo was slightly surprised when he turned his head and saw her, but he quickly turned his head back and continued to concentrate on cooking his porridge.
The pot of porridge had already turned into a horrible mess, and as he kept stirring it, it was bubbling with black, and was as black as Yan Zhuo's face when he turned around just now.
Zhao Mingsheng quickly checked and fortunately there was nothing serious. The pot was just burnt and there was no fire.
She quickly put out the fire to avoid any further accidents.
"Your Highness Prince Heng, please come out with me!" She panted, each breath carrying the taste of smoke and fire.
"Ahem, wait a minute, I'll be done soon."
Zhao Mingsheng noticed that Yan Zhuo's face had turned a little red, and she didn't care about anything else. She pulled Yan Zhuo's hand and ran out.
"You..." Yan Zhuo said in surprise, feeling the warmth on his fingertips.
He didn't understand, why would he run away just to make some porridge?
It was not until he ran into the yard that Zhao Mingsheng took off the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose and breathed heavily.
Yan Zhuo looked at his released hand and was stunned for a moment.
“My porridge…”
Zhao Mingsheng finally calmed his breathing and saw the man's handsome eyebrows twisted into a knot, staring at the direction of the kitchen as if he was reluctant to leave.
"You can't go into the kitchen for now. There's too much smoke in there, and it's dangerous to inhale too much."
"Danger! So that smoke isn't normal?" The man's face showed a hint of confusion, looking somewhat innocent. "I thought cooking always produced this much smoke."
Zhao Mingsheng: ...
"Why is His Royal Highness Prince Heng cooking alone? Where are Ah Hua, Ah Tian and the others?"
Ahua and Atian are the housekeeper and cook in the yard respectively. Zhao Mingsheng saw them when he came last time, so he couldn't help but ask curiously why he didn't see them this time.
"They both had something to do, so they took a day off today." Yan Zhuo explained while glancing towards the kitchen from time to time.
Zhao Mingsheng sighed and said, "That's really unfortunate."
"Jingliu's wound hasn't healed yet, I want to make him a bowl of porridge to nourish his body."
Zhao Mingsheng was moved by Yan Zhuo's kindness, but...
She recalled the pot of porridge bubbling with black bubbles and couldn't help shuddering.
She quickly dismissed Yan Zhuo's dangerous idea. "Leave the kitchen to me. Prince Heng should go wash up first." She nodded lightly to the side of her face. "Your clothes and face are all dirty."
Yan Zhuo shone a light at the water tank, and when he saw that his face was as red as the bottom of a pot from being smoked, his expression darkened and seemed to be even darker.
While Yan Zhuo was washing and changing clothes, Zhao Mingsheng opened the kitchen door and windows wide, and let in air for half an hour before the smoke dispersed.
The smoke dissipated, but the shadow in Zhao Mingsheng's heart would probably never go away. Why would someone almost set the kitchen on fire while cooking porridge?
She felt a little sad that even the omnipotent God of War had his weaknesses.
Yan Zhuo took a bath, changed his clothes, and returned to the house with something in his hand.
When Zhao Mingsheng saw clearly what he was holding in his hand, his heart skipped a beat.
She finally cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, but before she could even clear out the contents of the pot, Yan Zhuo took the opportunity to bring it out again.
Why didn’t you let go of that bowl of porridge? ! !
Zhao Mingsheng looked at the bowl of black porridge in front of him and couldn't help but worry for Jingliu.
But she didn't dare to remind him and could only watch Yan Zhuo serve the porridge to Jing Liu.
When Jing Liu heard that this was the porridge Yan Zhuo specially made for him, he became very excited.
He slowly moved to the table, picked up the bowl of porridge that looked like it would kill people and prepared to eat.
"I haven't tasted the porridge made by the prince himself!" Jing Liu said happily, "This black rice porridge looks really good!"
Zhao Mingsheng couldn't bear to burst his bubble of happiness, so he told him that this was actually made with white rice.
Zhao Mingsheng couldn't bear to watch what happened next. Jing Liu took only the first sip of the porridge when his face started to twitch.
She quickly used a teacup to cover it up while no one was paying attention, but actually filled a cup with spiritual spring water and handed it to Jingliu.
Jingliu felt much better after drinking it. Just now, he almost thought he was going to die.
Now Yan Zhuo also realized that the porridge he cooked might not be very delicious.
"Don't!!!"
Before Zhao Mingsheng and Jing Liu could stop him, they saw him scoop a spoonful for himself.
Yan Zhuo swallowed the rice porridge in his mouth expressionlessly, stood up, picked up the bowl and took it outside to pour it out.
When he came back, Zhao Mingsheng clearly found that his face seemed paler.
The power of this bowl of "white rice porridge" is too strong!
"A Tian has taken the day off today. Have you guys eaten yet?"
Jingliu collapsed back onto the bed and nodded weakly.
"So what do you want to eat? I'll make it."
"I can do anything except porridge..." Jingliu was upset about porridge.
Although he felt very sympathetic towards him, Zhao Mingsheng still firmly refused him, "No, you are injured now, you can only drink porridge."
She turned to look at Yan Zhuo and asked, "What would your highness Prince Heng like to eat?"
"Yan Zhuo."
"ah?"
Seeing Zhao Mingsheng's confused look, he repeated, "Call me Yanzhuo. Didn't you call me that just now?"
Zhao Mingsheng was speechless.
Just now, I blurted out His Royal Highness Prince Heng's name in a hurry. How can I say the same thing now?
He was about to refuse, but when he saw the determined look in Yan Zhuo's eyes, Zhao Mingsheng had to swallow back the words of refusal.
"Okay, then what do you want to eat?"
Yan Zhuo curled his lips in satisfaction and smiled slightly.
"Anything is fine. I'm not picky."
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