"Brother Li~"
Seeing Mu Lige coming, Hua Qingcheng, who was sitting at the desk and writing with a wolf-hair brush, looked a little embarrassed.
Four men were caught red-handed while helping me with my homework...
"Qingqing, you've been in school all day and doing homework all night, so you must be very tired. This is the midnight snack I made for you in the small kitchen. Eat it while it's hot."
Mu Lige ignored Hua Qingcheng's embarrassment and took out a bowl of steaming noodles from the food box and placed it on the round table in the room.
"Brother Li, you are not feeling well now, why are you still cooking in person?"
Upon hearing this, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly stood up from the desk and walked to Mu Lige's side, took the food box from his hand and placed it on the round table.
"Qingqing, eat it while it's hot. The noodles won't taste good if they're cold." Mu Lige pushed Hua Qingcheng to sit at the round table and handed her a pair of chopsticks.
"It's vegetable and egg noodles!"
Chewy and distinct noodles, fragrant noodle soup, and the golden fried eggs and crispy and delicious vegetables floating on top.
Looking at the familiar noodles on the table, Hua Qingcheng paused slightly while holding the chopsticks, and her thoughts flew away...
On a night just as night fell, in the kitchen of the Hua family in the east of Huaqiao Village, accompanied by dim candlelight, Mu Lige was lighting a fire in front of the stove, while she was kneading dough beside him.
At that time, Hua Qingcheng had just traveled here for nearly a month. While rolling noodles, she secretly glanced at Mu Lige who was lighting a fire in front of the stove. Their eyes met from time to time and then quickly moved away.
Mu Lige, in a trance, kept adding firewood to the stove, causing it to burn too fiercely. Hua Qingcheng could still recall Mu Lige's embarrassment at that moment, and the faint blush on his handsome face and ears from Old Man Hua's urging. They were two men and women experiencing love for the first time, their interactions warm and sweet, tinged with a hint of the shyness and timidity of first love.
Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige worked together to cook a pot of noodles and ate them face to face in the main hall of the Hua family. Although it was just ordinary vegetable and egg noodles, Hua Qingcheng felt that it was the most delicious food she had ever eaten in her life.
Later, bathed in the hazy moonlight and braving the refreshing evening breeze, they walked hand in hand along the country road filled with the fragrance of the earth, heading towards the Hua family's old house at the end of the village...
However, it was also on that day that Hua Qingcheng heard Old Man Hua talk about Mu Lige's life experience for the first time.
Although Hua Qingcheng did not know Mu Lige's true identity at that time, she felt extremely distressed for the young man who had drifted to Huaqiao Village and almost frozen to death on a winter night, because that was the time when her beloved brother Li was young.
"Brother Li, the noodles you cooked are so delicious..."
Although Hua Qingcheng was not very hungry (four-fifths of the homework had been completed by Situ Ye and others), she still ate the whole bowl of noodles without leaving a drop of soup.
After all, what Mu Lige cooked for her wasn't just noodles. It was filled with Mu Lige's love.
"Qingqing, as long as you like it."
Mu Lige curled her lips and smiled slightly, as if the breeze rippled the spring water, making the waves shimmer; as if the warm sun melted the ice and snow, gentle and warm.
"Drink some tea and rinse your mouth."
Mu Lige looked at Hua Qingcheng with eyes full of doting.
But he stretched out his bony fingers, and after Hua Qingcheng finished drinking the tea, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the corners of her mouth.
“Plop~Plop~”
Mu Lige's love is generous and tolerant. When you are tired of the ups and downs outside, he is the warm harbor standing behind you, ready to welcome you into his arms at any time.
Hua Qingcheng found that her heart began to beat violently again, beating non-stop for the man in front of her, just like when she was attracted to him in the beginning.
"Of course I like everything about Brother Li." Hua Qingcheng grabbed Mu Lige's hand that was holding the handkerchief, stood up from her seat, and looked at him affectionately.
Our eyes meet, the mountains are warm and the water is soft, there is sweetness and tenderness, and one glance lasts for a thousand years.
"Brother Li~"
Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and hooked it around Mu Lige's neck. The moment their soft lips touched, what spread throughout her body and penetrated into her heart was the familiar sweet taste of Mu Lige's breath like a spring breeze.
Mu Lige also wrapped his arms around Hua Qingcheng's slender waist, holding this young wife in his arms, and leaned over to kiss her. With a hint of dominance, a hint of punishment, and an inexplicable possessiveness, he fully grasped the sweetness that belonged to Hua Qingcheng.
The evening breeze rustled the octagonal palace lantern hanging high above the study doorway. The flickering candlelight within cast a hazy, yellow shadow. Inside the study, candlelight also flickered on the desk. Two figures embraced each other, their breath constantly robbing each other's lips.
The passionate kiss between Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige was affectionate, charming, and luxuriant.
At 4:45 PM, Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng sat side by side at the desk. Mu Lige held Hua Qingcheng's hand, teaching her how to write the character "德" (virtue) that the Grand Tutor had assigned her, stroke by stroke.
"Brother Li, if you can teach me how to write like this every night, I would like Master Wen to punish me by making me write a thousand words every day."
Hua Qingcheng, who was holding Mu Lige in his arms and writing, glanced at Mu Lige with a pair of clear eyes flashing with cunning.
How could this be considered a punishment? It's clearly a reward...
"Qingqing, it's late, go back to your bedroom and get some rest. You have to get up early tomorrow to go to the Imperial College." Mu Lige placed the wolf-hair brush in his hand on the pen holder and said in a tone that brooked no room for argument.
"But...Brother Li, I've only written a hundred words, and I still need another four hundred!"
Hua Qingcheng looked at the stack of words she had written on the desk with a look of embarrassment, and then looked at the neatly stacked pile of papers (written by Situ Ye and others) on the side.
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