Chapter 566 Along the way, Mo Liyuan and Dongfang Ming seemed to be competing with each other
Seeing this, Mo Liyuan immediately got up from the bed. He walked to the clothes rack and picked up the men's clothes she had changed out of yesterday. His handsome eyebrows immediately twisted into a knot, and his tone was full of obvious dissatisfaction: "Yuer, are your clothes in the space?"
Lan Xiyue's lips curled slightly, and without saying much, she directly took his hand. With a slight thought, the next moment, the two of them were placed in the space.
Lan Xiyue was just about to take out the new men's clothes when Mo Liyuan picked up the women's clothes and handed them to her, "Yuer, you'd better wear women's clothes. Otherwise, it would be weird for me to hold you in my arms when I go out."
After he finished speaking, Mo Liyuan personally helped her put on her clothes. After she was dressed, the two of them washed up briefly beside the spiritual spring in the space before returning to the room.
When he pushed open the door, Dongfang Ming was already standing in the courtyard with his back facing the door. Hearing the slight sound of the door hinge turning, he quickly turned around.
When he saw Lan Xiyue dressed up as a woman, more beautiful than before, and walking out side by side with Mo Liyuan, a trace of pain and sadness that was difficult to conceal flashed across his peach blossom eyes.
But he concealed it very quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, he raised his usual carefree and uninhibited smile and said in a clear voice: "Sister Yue'er, good morning! Breakfast is ready and in the hall. Shall we go?"
Mo Liyuan's handsome face immediately darkened. He put his arm around Lan Xiyue's slender waist possessively, and said in a cold and distant tone, "Don't bother the New King of Southern Xinjiang. I will take Yue'er out to find some food that will suit her taste better."
Dongfang Ming raised his eyebrows and met Mo Liyuan's gaze without any retreat, his tone filled with deliberate concern: "If the Regent wants to go out for dinner, please feel free to do so! But Sister Yue'er is a twin now and can't stand the hassle. I have specially instructed the kitchen to prepare a breakfast for her according to the nourishing recipes. It is light and delicious, and most suitable." He deliberately emphasized the words "twin" and "carefully prepared".
Lan Xiyue was keenly aware of the sudden tense breath and rising coldness of the man beside her. She quickly pulled Mo Liyuan's hand gently under her wide sleeves, and scratched his palm soothingly with her fingertips.
Mo Liyuan felt her little movement, and finally swallowed back the jealousy and cold words that were boiling in his chest. He just snorted coldly and held her waist tighter.
Several people came to the hall, and on the exquisite nanmu round table, steaming hot porridge, side dishes, exquisite snacks and some appetizers were already placed.
Dongfang Ming took the lead in picking up a green jade bowl, filled it with a bowl of soft, glutinous and fragrant white jade barley porridge, and was about to place it in front of Lan Xiyue.
Just as the bottom of the bowl was about to touch the table, a large hand with distinct joints and thin calluses reached out faster and caught the bowl steadily.
Mo Liyuan didn't even look at Dongfang Ming. He placed the bowl of porridge in front of Lan Xiyue. His voice was low but filled with undeniable tenderness: "Come here, Yue'er, be careful, it's hot."
Lan Xiyue looked at the two men fighting silently in front of her, and felt that the air was a little stagnant.
She silently picked up the silver spoon and drank the porridge in small sips, trying to reduce her presence. After a few mouthfuls, she felt a slight stagnation in her stomach and lost her appetite.
She put down her spoon and gently pushed the bowl away.
Mo Liyuan had been keeping an eye on her. Seeing that she stopped eating after only a few bites, his handsome brows immediately furrowed, his worry evident in his words: "Yuer, why did you only eat so little? How can this be okay? Come, have some more of this meat bun, or drink some bird's nest soup?" He picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a small bun and put it on the plate in front of her.
Lan Xiyue looked at the tempting buns, but she only felt the discomfort in her stomach became more obvious.
She frowned slightly, raised her hand and gently pressed her chest, her voice filled with a hint of fatigue and real resistance, and shook her head and said, "No, I really don't have much appetite. You guys eat, don't worry about me." After that, Lan Xiyue took out a porcelain bottle of spiritual spring water from her sleeve, tilted her head back and drank it, and the discomfort was relieved.
Dongfang Ming and Mo Liyuan were both thoughtful people. They quickly ate a few bites of breakfast and put down their bowls and chopsticks at the same time.
Mo Liyuan's gaze remained glued to Lan Xiyue. Seeing that she was indeed lacking interest, he said gently, "Yuer, I'll go for a walk with you. The streets are bustling, and perhaps we can find some food that suits your taste."
Lan Xiyue nodded, and the group left the villa and merged into the bustling crowd on the street.
There are shops on both sides of the street, and the sounds of hawking, shouting, and wheels rumbling together create a bustling scene in the market.
Dongfang Ming was sharp-eyed and caught a glimpse of an old man on the street corner, holding a large iron wok and waving a heavy iron shovel to stir-fry shiny and fragrant chestnuts. The icing sugar sizzled in the heat, emitting an enticing sweet smell.
He immediately walked over quickly and bought a large paper bag of hot roasted chestnuts. When he turned back, with a bright smile on his face, he handed the paper bag to Lan Xiyue: "Sister Yue'er, come and try these freshly roasted chestnuts. They look so sweet..."
Before he could finish his words, a large hand with distinct joints reached out as fast as lightning and steadily grabbed the bulging paper bag.
Mo Liyuan didn't even look at Dongfang Ming's suddenly dark face. He lowered his head and deftly peeled a hot chestnut. He blew on it before carefully bringing it to Lan Xiyue's lips: "Yu'er, try it?"
Lan Xiyue took small bites of the golden chestnut kernels from his hand.
The soft, sweet taste melted on her tongue, miraculously not causing any nausea. She nodded slightly, "Hmm, not bad."
Mo Liyuan's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit, and a subtle joy flashed across his eyes. He immediately peeled a few more, carefully blew them to cool them down, and then placed them in Lan Xiyue's open white palm. His voice was low and pleasant, "If you like it, eat a few more."
Lan Xiyue walked slowly with the crowd, eating chestnut kernels in her palm in small bites, looking relaxed and comfortable in a rare way.
However, after eating five or six, she gently held down Mo Liyuan's hand as he was about to peel another chestnut, shaking her head and saying, "Okay, I can't eat any more. I'm a little sick of it."
Mo Liyuan then gave up and threw the half-peeled chestnut in his hand back into the bag. He then stuffed the remaining half bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts into the arms of Dongfang Ming next to him very naturally, as if the other party was just an attendant responsible for carrying things.
Dongfang Ming subconsciously caught the still warm paper bag, and looked at Mo Liyuan's back as he put his arm around Lan Xiyue's slender waist very naturally and walked forward as if no one was around. A surge of evil fire rushed straight to his head!
His handsome face completely darkened, and he growled through gritted teeth: "Mo Liyuan! You bastard! You are going too far!" He was the King of Southern Xinjiang, but he was treated as an errand boy!
An Yi suppressed a laugh, stepped forward and patted Dongfang Ming's tense shoulders, his tone slightly teasing: "Hey! King of Southern Xinjiang, calm down! Aren't you the princess's adopted brother? It's only natural for a brother to help his sister get some snacks. It's his duty, his duty!"
Tianyi also crossed his arms and added coldly: "That's right! If the King of Southern Xinjiang feels wronged, he doesn't have to force himself to follow him. I guess he is busy with state affairs. Please do as you please." The intention to drive him away was clearly concealed in his tone.
Dongfang Ming suddenly shook off An Yi's hand, glared at the two guys who were watching the fun and didn't mind getting involved, and angrily stuffed the bag of annoying chestnuts in his arms back into An Yi's arms, then chased after them with a flick of his sleeves. How could he, Dongfang Ming, be so easily dismissed?
Along the way, Mo Liyuan and Dongfang Ming seemed to be competing with each other.
Whenever they see novel and exquisite snacks on the street, appetizing candied fruits, or nutritious snacks said to be good for pregnant women, they will stop to buy them.
Mo Liyuan was quicker, always paying first and then handing the items to Lan Xiyue himself or letting Tianyi keep them; Dongfang Ming was not to be outdone, always able to buy some unique gadgets in the blind spot of Mo Liyuan's sight, and then find an opportunity to present them to Lan Xiyue.
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