Liuchun, a ruthless rumor maker and spreader.
Inexplicably, after just two short sentences of conversation, there was a sense of tension between Yue Lingfeng and Jiang Qi, and a faint hint of gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you two... have a grudge?"
Yue Lingfeng: ...
Jiang Qi: ...
They both said in unison: "No."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu put her arm around Yue Lingfeng's arm, then put her arm around Jiang Qi's arm, one on each side, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, rumors stop at the wise."
The two of them lowered their eyes and looked at their arms, their simultaneous expressions were heartbreaking.
"My crying has nothing to do with Lu Ren. It was my younger brother who made me cry. I suggest you go and scold my younger brother, strike him accurately, and don't cause any casualties to innocent people. Then you can happily get the delicious prison meal and beheading package. How do you think?"
Yue Lingfeng: ...
Jiang Qi: ...
Wen Yu let go of the two of them, put her palms on their backs and pushed them, shouting with full energy: "Go, Pika Feng, go, Pika Qi!"
The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
When I looked back, Wen Yu had already left with Liu Chun.
Liu Chun touched the back of his head and said, "Princess, have I wronged General Lu?"
Wen Yu: "Liuchun, you put the blame on him. But don't be afraid that he will blame you, because he doesn't know."
Liuchun: ...
"Princess, your backyard is about to catch fire, won't you do anything about it?"
Wen Yu was surprised: "Fire?"
Liu Chun blinked: "Just now, Lord Jiang and Lord Yue were about to fight..."
If the princess wasn't present, I'm afraid we would have to fight for three hundred rounds.
"It's okay." Wen Yu waved her hand and raised the corners of her lips. "The stronger the fire, the tastier the food."
"Ah?" Liu Chun was shocked and began to study again, "What's the logic behind this, Princess?"
Wen Yu was surprised: "This is the principle of cooking. Has Liuchun never seen rice? It smells so good when it is stir-fried over a high fire."
Liuchun: ...
Wen Yu got on the carriage and lazily took a sip of tea: "As long as you can control the fire, it will be fine. If the fire is too big, pour some water on it to cool it down. After three or five days, you should know when to start a fire and when not to start a fire, and how high the fire should be."
Liu Chun was amazed: "So the princess is also interested in cooking?"
Wen Yu: ...
She sighed: "Isn't this another kind of cook who is not defined?"
Back at the princess's mansion, Wen Yu glanced at Lance who was still silent.
But this time, he was no longer silent, but took the initiative to speak, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Wen Yu, I have something to tell you."
Wen Yu stopped and looked down at him, "Who do you think you are? Do you want me to listen to you? Wouldn't that make me lose face?"
Lance: ...
Wen Yu returned to the room, leaned on the small couch and patiently read a chapter of the storybook, then leisurely walked back to Lance.
There was a hint of stubbornness and hidden expectation on her face.
The words she said were still hard, but her tone was a little softer: "It's rare that you take the initiative to speak. What do you want to say to this princess? I'll listen reluctantly."
Lance raised his head and stared at Wen Yu. It was unknown what he was thinking, and he didn't speak again.
Wen Yu glared at him and said, "You're crazy. If you don't say anything, I'm leaving."
At this time, Lance spoke up, his tone solemn: "How sincere are you to me? Can I still believe your words?"
Wen Yu blinked when she heard that, then squatted down to look him in the eye: "I'm really not sincere to you, what does this have to do with you?"
Lance:?
"Why is it none of my business?"
Wen Yu lifted his chin: "Why does it have anything to do with you? I want to be sincere to you, and it has nothing to do with you."
Lance: ...
"Don't you think that's ridiculous?"
"I don't think so." Wen Yu looked at him seriously, curling the corners of her lips, "True love doesn't need to know the other person, the other person will also feel it."
She said placing her palm on Lance's chest, "What do you say?"
Lance remained silent, but his heart beat faster and the feeling of being bitten by ants came up again.
Whether it was the daily beating or the rare tenderness at this moment, he felt a little addicted.
But there was naturally an insurmountable beam and barrier between him and her.
Those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters and will not indulge in personal affairs.
Seeing that Lance didn't say anything, Wen Yu pinched his chin, with a depressed tone: "Is that all you want to say? Is it important to you whether I am sincere to you? You said it yourself that you don't like me."
Lance's heart trembled slightly, and he turned away: "If you don't answer my questions seriously, I have nothing to say."
Wen Yu nodded and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Do you want to eat?"
Lance:?
"You were being mean to me before and didn't want to eat. Are you going to eat now?"
Lance stared at Wen Yu's cheek. After a moment of silence, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he whispered, "Eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu suddenly stood up and laughed, "Hey, didn't you say you would never eat a single bite of my food even if you died? Why are you eating it again? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, I win!"
Lance: ...
Hearing this, his eyes turned red, veins on his forehead jumped, and he shouted, "Wen Yu!"
"Don't shout, you'll disturb my mouth and prevent it from laughing."
"You woman! Are you sincere or fake to me?"
At this moment, Wen Yu suddenly stopped smiling and said softly, "Since you don't like me, then of course I won't be sincere to you. Do you think my sincerity is so cheap?"
After saying this, Wen Yu looked at Lance deeply, then turned around and went back to the room.
Lance was left alone standing still, analyzing the meaning of her words in his mind.
But in fact, these were just Wen Yu's nonsense and had no meaning.
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