Bonus chapter for 12,000 nutrient solutions: "My cousin is the best too..."
How could Ying Zheng not notice the way his wife was stealing glances at him? After pondering for a while, he waved his hand, signaling Liu Shiqing to leave.
Qin Ju called the other palace servants to go out as well, and they carried the four people's alchemy furnaces out together.
He stared at her serious expression, propped his chin up with one hand, and said casually, "It seems that what my cousin is worried about is related to the elixir."
What else could she possibly worry about?
He knew what was going on, but he never said it to avoid being accused of a prophecy.
He also wondered to himself, in his wife's mind, would he really take such a pill?
This is absurd.
He was indeed interested in longevity and immortality, but not to the point of obsession. Who in the world doesn't want to live a long life?
“I’m not worried.” Banban stood up. “Anyway, my cousin doesn’t like to listen to what I say.”
She pretended to walk away in a huff, and Ying Zheng immediately followed closely behind, grabbing her wrist.
One wasn't really leaving, and the other wasn't really unwilling to listen.
He pulled her away, and she stayed, turning her head to roll her eyes at him.
"Then why did you think I would take elixirs?"
“How would I know? I’m not your cousin.” She poked his chest. “You’re naturally energetic and strong. If you hadn’t worked hard for years and taken so many harmful things, how could you—”
"I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you." Ying Zheng echoed with a gentle smile, "But, my cousin didn't tell me the truth back then, did she?"
Banban immediately felt a chill run down his spine. "What did you say?!"
"You said..." Ying Zheng slowly said under her intense gaze, "You come from the future, and you are not only married, but you have also been in love with your husband for many years and have many children."
? ? ?
Didn't he already know back then that she was just childishly lying?
"Why do I feel like my cousin is only ten years old, even in your world?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
An unbearable silence.
Banban looked at him suspiciously, scrutinizing him closely, wishing her eyes were X-rays so she could see right through him. "You're just guessing, aren't you? How do you know?"
"It seems there isn't even an error." Ying Zheng nodded and sighed. "It's time for our meal. Let's go."
"???"
"No, explain yourself right now!"
She loudly spread her arms to block him, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, proud and spirited, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised. That girlish charm and cuteness had never left her with the passage of time.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng shook his head: "No."
"...I'm ignoring you!" she yelled. "I really'm ignoring you. I'm leaving first, and you're not allowed to follow me!"
She turned and left, cursing and swearing, saying the same thing over and over.
Ying Zheng shook his head, picked up another pill, and felt a pungent smell lingering in his nostrils, a choking stench of war. This thing could blast open a hard iron furnace, so what effect would it have on the battlefield?
Wouldn't it be possible to sweep away the enemy without losing a single soldier and severely intimidate all the countries?
He didn't leave, not because he intended to stand there studying elixirs, but because—
"Cousin~"
With that cloying voice, his queen reappeared in his sight, tugging at his arm and acting all pitiful and coquettish.
Ying Zheng casually tossed the pill aside, grabbed her waist, and lifted her up. "Let me see, little Ji."
Banban wriggled and struggled in her cousin's arms. He was so tall that when he was supported by her waist like that, her feet couldn't even touch the ground. "You're the dog," he said. Sure enough, he was doing it on purpose, certain that she would come back.
What's infuriating is that she really was like that, and was completely manipulated.
When the palace servants and eunuchs on both sides of the palace road saw the king and queen being intimate, they all lowered their heads and avoided looking.
"Tell me quickly," she urged him eagerly, her eyes pleading as she kissed his chin.
Unfortunately, before she could retract her head, her cousin grabbed her chin and pressed it against her. He rarely gave her a light kiss; when he kissed her lips, it was a deep and demanding kiss.
With his toes finally touching the ground, he leaned forward, forcing her to take two steps back, her shoulder hitting the edge of the solid wood door.
The shadows at noon are solid and dark. The two people are so close that their shadows merge into one, and they can no longer be distinguished from each other.
No matter how many times she kissed her cousin, Banban's heart would flutter as if it were the first time, and she couldn't help but want to get closer and closer to him.
The touch of the tongue sent a tingling, numbing sensation through it, as if a raging fire were burning and an electric current were flying.
A deep-seated obsession lingered as lips and saliva alternated, heads turned apart, intermittent breaths leaving marks on her cheeks, before lips pressed against the corners of her lips and temples.
She was forced to raise her chin as he took it from her. She was clearly not short compared to other women, but she always struggled in front of him.
She preferred to kiss while sitting, even if she was squeezed into a chair with nowhere to escape, it was still better than being choked and forced to stand on tiptoe.
Ying Zheng released his cousin, leaving a faint red mark on her neck with his palm. He took a deep breath, as if deeply puzzled, "Did I hurt you?"
"No." Banban was still immersed in the kiss, licking the corner of her lips with her tongue and unconsciously touching her neck. "Is it red?"
"You need to be gentler. Every time you leave a mark here, it takes several days to disappear. Wearing high-necked clothes in the summer is very hot, but you can't be seen without them."
What's infuriating is that my cousin has a pretty good recovery ability. The teeth marks she bit hard on his shoulder and chest disappeared in no time. He has very thick skin and is quite fair-skinned. If he dresses up carefully, he looks like a scholar.
He lifted her long hair, which was tied up at her waist, and tenderly kissed it, saying almost casually, "Perhaps a person's neck is just as fragile as an animal's."
Isn't that obvious?
I always felt that his gaze seemed to be interested in her neck.
He always has this many perverse quirks, pretending to be so serious, it's all so weird. Where is the gentleness he had as a child? He was so innocent back then.
She picked up her signature little expression, "I'm hungry."
"You can't scold your cousin." Ying Zheng covered her mouth from above.
You're crazy! Where did she insult him? Does saying I'm hungry count as insulting someone?
"Even insults directed at the eyes count."
"..."
Her mouth was covered, and she mumbled incoherently, "I can't do it."
If she couldn't do it, he would teach her how.
The palace servants served lunch a quarter of an hour later. The lunch consisted of fragrant steamed rice, which Banban loved, along with several fresh and tender seasonal vegetables. The two pandas ate bamboo shoots, and she joined them. The palace pork had been smoked and roasted by the cooks, then stir-fried in oil over high heat, combining with fresh bamboo shoot slices to make it very appetizing.
After the meal, I cut a piece of Jiangxue Suyun and shared it with my cousin until it was all gone.
With her belly round and full, she leaned back on the small couch and said seriously, "Let's start dieting tomorrow. How can we have the energy to lose weight if we don't eat our fill?"
She invented the term "weight loss" herself, and her fallacies came from her own mouth.
Ying Zheng took a sip of hot tea and carefully examined her figure. She was indeed a bit plump, and her face was rounder, but she couldn't be called 'fat', could she?
So she comforted her, saying, "Being a little plump is also beautiful."
Banban peeked out and stood up, "?"
"Can't my cousin just say I'm not fat?"
"You don't—"
"You only speak after I've told you."
"..."
Okay, okay, he only had two sentences to coax her. When she met his dangerous gaze, she immediately became obedient.
Naturally, Ying Zheng was not angry. Although he was sometimes annoyed by his cousin's unreasonable behavior, he was just itching to take action.
It wasn't until after lunch, during the midday break, that he began to say what she wanted to hear.
"Although you know many things that I don't, you don't quite understand the principles and methods."
That doesn't really qualify as a reason to guess she was only ten years old in her past life, does it?
"When you were little, you loved to pretend to be an adult or an elder, thinking you were my older sister." Ying Zheng slowly curled his lips. "You were very confident in everything, but when you actually encountered it, you became listless. For example, when you were learning calligraphy with me, I guessed that the characters you knew were different from the characters at this time, right?"
He was only six or seven years old at the time, and she was clearly a year younger than him, yet she always acted so formally. He had already suspected something then, but he just didn't think about it.
Later, she confessed everything, and then it all came together.
Even from her exaggeratedly protective attitude towards food, Ying Zheng deduced that she did not have a good life in her later years, perhaps she was an orphan? Even a ten-year-old orphan was qualified to learn to write and read books, it seems that the era was far better than Ying Zheng imagined.
How many years into the future is she from? And how many years will it take for the world to develop to that point?
This is a question he has been pondering for many years.
Presumably, by then, this land was completely free of war.
If he could, he really would like to see it with his own eyes.
Banban rested her chin on her hand and stared blankly for a while, then suddenly reached out to pull at her cousin's crown and black hair.
"What are you doing?" He didn't flinch.
"Look at how my cousin's head is shaped, why is he so smart at such a young age?" She was really puzzled, what could possibly escape his eyes?
For example, as soon as she suggested an iron object, he immediately developed a steel one. She had no idea how it was invented; she knew nothing about invention.
It was as if all he needed was someone to guide him.
She suggested blowing up the oven today; he must know what she's thinking.
Ying Zheng gently patted his cousin's head, "The small team that was sent out to sea a few years ago will be returning in the next few days. I wonder what kind of news they will bring back."
Banban moved to a spot next to him, saying, "Cousin, you are truly the best king."
He chuckled softly, raised his hand, and gently stroked the strands of hair on her cheek with his fingers. The touch of his fingertips on her skin was so tender, and his voice was even more radiant and gentle, "My cousin is also the best queen."
These weren't just words he used to coax her; he said them earnestly.
Banban saw her own reflection in his eyes; he wasn't looking at her, but rather seeing her.
When people interact and communicate, they rarely "see" the other person carefully, let alone "see" them completely, which is an act that approaches the boundless realm of inclusive love.
She could also clearly see her cousin.
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Author's Note: Here we go!
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