Chapter 7 Murdering My Husband
The kitchen of the Taifu Mansion is extremely busy at this moment.
That pampered and picky adult who never eats anything and has nothing to do with ordinary life, for some reason got into his head this morning and rolled up his sleeves to come to this place of cooking oil.
With a strange smile on his lips and humming a little tune, he gently took over the work from the cook's hands. After a lot of effort, he finally poured out all the rice to be washed along with the rice washing water, and washed away the freshly washed vegetables.
Shen Yanheng: “…”
Cook: “…”
The Taifu Mansion naturally had no shortage of food, but the cook who made the porridge was just an ordinary family. Seeing this situation, her heart was bleeding.
Her old man's saying "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen" is indeed true. Who says staying away from the kitchen is a bad thing? This is truly a gentleman's way.
"Sir, let me do it." The cook was not considered a servant in the mansion and had not learned the general rules. In addition, she had a good reputation in the capital and was not short of work, so she was not very afraid of this young official. What's more, this official looked very kind and had a good temper. Butler Li said that as long as they controlled their mouths and moved their legs, the Grand Tutor would be very lenient to the servants.
The cook snatched the rice-washing basket from Shen Yanheng's hand and quickly washed the vegetable leaves and raw rice, rinsed the pot, and started a fire.
Shen Yanheng was indeed not angry when his things were robbed. Instead, he waited until everything was put into the pot before saying, "I'll leave the rest to me. You can go and get busy."
The cook looked at him warily.
Chen Yanheng put his hands in his pockets, the corners of his mouth curled up even more: "Madam, you want to eat what I made myself."
Cook: “…”
Chen Yanheng said in a daze, "If it was made by someone else, I'm afraid Madam wouldn't like it."
The old chef who has been cooking for more than 20 years and has never received a bad review: "…………"
It was true that people who didn't marry at that age would become ill. The Imperial Tutor's Mansion didn't even have a concubine, so how could there be a wife? No, she had to go back tonight and find a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for her son.
The cook was still a servant after all. Although she did not understand her master's confusing behavior, she respected him. She had already put the ingredients in the porridge, and it would be ready after simmering it for half an hour. It did not require any skills, so she gave it to the tutor with confidence so that he could show his courtesy to the mysterious lady.
Chen Yanheng looked at the fire in the stove seriously, but his mind had already drifted back to the bedroom. Thinking of the person who was unwilling but still had to wait for him on his bed, tenderness filled his eyes.
The cook was chopping radishes quickly, helping the chef who was preparing lunch.
Chen Yanheng watched them handle the ingredients skillfully and praised them, "Your knife skills are pretty good. Can you carve patterns?"
The cook finally had a smile on her face. She picked up a piece of tofu and skillfully carved a beautiful flower: "Your Excellency, of course I can." It was a piece of cake for her.
Chen Yanheng praised: "I will come and learn when I have time."
Cook: “…” That’s not necessary.
Shen Yanheng did not forget to add: "I carved it myself, he will surely like it very much."
Cook: “…………”
The cook regretted showing off her skills.
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The Grand Tutor was still staring at the stove in the kitchen, while on the other side of the bedroom, An Qin had already turned the entire room upside down.
There are no account books, not even the slightest bit of evidence. That cunning villain is truly unfathomable!
The last bit of hope was shattered, and An Qin sat back stiffly on the bed. His stomach growled twice, indicating he was hungry.
People who practice martial arts have a big appetite. Last night, in order to poison the nimble guy who could fly over the eaves and walls, he only ate until he was half full. After being caught, he didn't sleep all night, so he was actually hungry in the middle of the night.
An Qin pressed his stomach and glanced out the window, thinking that it wouldn't be too late to climb out the window to buy two buns before coming back to jail. The corrupt official only needed to say that he would be there when he came back.
Unexpectedly, as soon as my foot stepped on the windowsill, the door that had been closed and silent for an hour suddenly opened.
When Shen Yanheng came in with the food box, he saw the restless assassin squatting at the window, almost climbing onto the roof to escape.
She was still wearing the same nightgown from yesterday, with the wrinkled waistband tightly tied around her waist, and her butt was facing him.
Shen Yanheng's eyes fell on the assassin's waist and he whistled secretly: So handsome.
An Qin only felt a pair of fiery gazes staring at his buttocks, as if they were going to burn through him. He quickly retracted his foot, turned around against the wall, and became alert all over.
Shen Yanheng raised his eyebrows.
Seeing that the gaze was still staring at his lower body with obscene and teasing eyes, An Qin suddenly thought of his second brother who was now bald. His face suddenly turned red, and he turned sideways and took two steps back.
Shen Yanheng: "Want to run?"
An Qin looked out the window with a cold face, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Chen Yanheng put down the food box and opened the cupboard.
An Qin peeked out of the corner of his eye.
Shen Yanheng took out the silk from last night.
An Qin: “…”
"No."
This time it was Shen Yanheng's turn to remain silent. He held the sturdy silk as if he was a general who had obtained the seal of command and was about to command the three armies, and looked at the other party with a half-smile.
Things change, An Qin frowned and said, "I'm hungry, so I went to the street to buy food."
As he spoke, his stomach growled twice. An Qin stood there awkwardly, staring at his toes.
Chen Yanheng was too reluctant to threaten others. "It's my fault. I forgot you hadn't eaten all night and didn't ask the servants to bring some cakes to fill your stomach. Come quickly and try them."
An Qin resisted and stood straight against the wall.
Shen Yanheng said lightly: "Account book."
An Qin paused, then strode to the table with a fearless attitude and sat down stiffly.
"That's good." Chen Yanheng sat down next to him, opened the lunch box, and brought out the porridge he had watched cooked with his own eyes. "This is my first time making it, so it doesn't look good. I'll learn more later. You can try it and see how it tastes."
An Qin looked warily at the bowl of sticky stuff placed in front of him, his sharp eyes narrowed.
The chefs in the Taifu Mansion are the best in the imperial city. He has observed that two of them were transferred from Jiangnan and Northwest China, and they are definitely not capable of making such a watery paste.
But to say that this high-ranking tutor gave up his job and gave him an assassin as a servant... He was too attentive to him for no reason, he was either a traitor or a thief, so I'm afraid there was something fishy going on.
The poison in his body has not been cured yet. The Taifu Mansion, which is a high-ranking official, may also have some chronic poison that can control people.
An Qin didn't dare to eat anything. He stared at the bowl of steaming white porridge in front of him. The soft and glutinous millet grains gave off a faint rice aroma, and his stomach growled twice again.
I'm really hungry.
Fortunately, he had received professional training, and even though he was embarrassed, his expression remained calm and steady.
Chen Yanheng chuckled softly, picked up the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently at the edge of his mouth, and then handed it to An Qin's lips: "You want me to feed you? You're so spoiled."
An Qin's fists hardened, and he swallowed hard, "No..."
"Are you not satisfied with feeding me like this?" Chen Yanheng seemed to be thinking about something, nodded to himself, and withdrew his hand.
An Qin was just breathing a sigh of relief when Chen Yanheng said in a good-tempered tone, "I'll just try a different approach."
The man said, opened his mouth and took a sip of porridge, holding it in his mouth with a smile, and clasped the assassin's shoulders.
An Qin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He had witnessed the shamelessness of the Grand Tutor in the past few days, and in a split second he realized what the other party was going to do. He snatched the bowl from the table and drank it in two gulps.
"Bang!"
The empty bowl slammed back onto the table. An Qin grabbed Shen Yanheng's hand that was pulling him and stood between them.
Chen Yanheng squeezed his palm and said, "Eat another bite of food."
An Qin couldn't move his hands, so he picked up two pieces of food with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth with a cold face.
"It's getting late, just fill your stomach first, you can eat more for lunch." Chen Yanheng took his hand, picked up the empty bowl with one hand, added some porridge to it, drank two mouthfuls, and said with a satisfied feeling: "It's so sweet."
His knuckles were rubbed and An Qin's solar plexus jumped twice.
He quickly glanced at the bowl and found that the patterns on the places where they put their mouths were almost the same, and his chest heaved violently.
Obscene! It's really obscene!
After finally getting through the verbal teasing during breakfast and filling his stomach a little, An Qin was ordered to change out of his nightgown.
He had no objection to this, and he had no strong resistance to the uniform Shen Yanheng took out, but...
The man sat steadily at the table, looking at him gently, his gaze direct and lingering, with no intention of avoiding it at all.
If they were both men before, An Qin would not have thought too much about it, but the other party happened to be a shameless homosexual. He was really scared these days by this cunning and shameless homosexual.
An Qin held the clothes and did not move for a moment, his brows gloomy.
After a while, he walked as far as he could behind the curtain beside the bed and quickly took off his clothes.
How could Chen Yanheng miss such a beautiful view? As soon as An Qin got behind the curtain, he followed.
The iron folding fan lifted the gauze curtain, and Chen Yanheng couldn't help thinking that it was like the red veil in the bridal chamber, after it was lifted, the person inside would belong to him.
An Qin's body trembled at the breeze brought by the curtain. He quickly pulled up his trouser waist and tied his belt into a knot.
Chen Yanheng only had time to see the two white buttocks being flattened and lifted up by the waistband of the pants, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
An Qin quickly put on his inner garment and in no time he had put on the entire complicated set of clothes.
He had a handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Years of martial arts training also gave him a very good figure, and he looked good in any clothes. This navy blue sleeved suit was made of excellent material, which made An Qin look even more handsome, like a chivalrous and unrestrained knight.
Chen Yanheng pretends to be a scholar, seemingly unarmed and weak. The two of them standing together, one a scholar and the other a warrior, are really a perfect match.
Li Yu had already prepared the carriage and was just waiting for his master and the "madam" he referred to as, to get in hand in hand. He gave the coachman a few instructions and watched the two masters drive away.
It was not far from lunch time, so Chen Yanheng did not drag An Qin far away. He chose a teahouse close to Baoyue Tower and took the expressionless and cool little assassin in to listen to the opera.
Fengyue Villa does not restrict the assassins' leisure time, but An Qin, who was determined to stay by the owner's side, did not dare to slack off for the past ten years. He trained from dawn to dusk and went to those brothels with assassination missions. This was the first time he went to a teahouse just to watch a play like today.
An Qin tried to keep a calm face until the graceful voice of the opera suddenly took a sharp turn and the performer started to perform face-changing on the stage, then a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes.
The ferocious mask changed one after another in the blink of an eye, and it seemed flawless. If he could learn it, he wouldn't have to worry about meeting a lecherous homosexual like Chen Yanheng next time!
"Like?" Shen Yanheng held his hand on the armrest.
Just average.
An Qin numbly let the other person hold his hand, but his eyes were still secretly glancing at the stage.
It would be better if I came with the owner of the manor today.
When he becomes the manor owner's personal bodyguard, he will surely have the opportunity to go in and out of such busy places with the manor owner!
He must kill Chen Yanheng and become the owner's most capable and reliable right-hand man!
Chen Yanheng didn't know that his head had been coveted again in the past few moments, and the person who coveted his head wanted to be his right-hand man. He suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"Want to learn?"
An Qin said stubbornly: "That's all."
But his eyes clearly said otherwise. Chen Yanheng teased him, "Are you learning this so you can kill me more easily?"
An Qin: “…”
Shen Yanheng patted his hand and said, "After the performance, I will take you backstage to play."
This was exactly what he wanted, and An Qin sat up straight with dignity.
Seeing his serious look, Chen Yanheng felt itchy: "This troupe is not cheap. How are you, a penniless little assassin, going to thank me? How about kissing me..."
An Qin's face turned cold and he quickly pulled his hand back.
Shen Yanheng quickly grasped the wrist, smiled, and quickly kissed the assassin on the lips: "It's the same if I kiss you."
!!!
Shameless!
mean!
An Qin widened his eyes in disbelief, a crack appeared on his cold face, and his knuckles turned white and crackled from his clenched fists.
After the face-changing actor finished his performance and left the stage, Chen Yanheng gave a stack of banknotes to the waiter of the teahouse in front of An Qin. After a while, the owner of the troupe came over in person to invite him.
It actually cost so much money. An Qin had a complicated expression on his face. He was pulled by Chen Yanheng and "forced" to go backstage.
The backstage was not as glamorous as on stage. A dozen actors were crowded together, wearing only thin inner garments and exaggerated makeup on their faces. When they saw Chen Yanheng and the other person come in, they stopped what they were doing and bowed to greet them.
Chen Yanheng waved his hand to ask them to stand up, and led An Qin to the face-changing artist.
"Master."
An Qin glanced at the dozen or so silk masks beside him without saying anything. Seeing this, Chen Yanheng picked up the outfit and said, "That's interesting."
The actor immediately said, "This is a famous opera from our hometown. Today is the first time it's been performed in the Imperial City. I didn't expect you to be so supportive. Please look, sir. I rely on these pre-painted masks and the mechanism to change my face."
The mechanism is connected to the hat, neither of which can be missing.
Chen Yanheng asked, "Are there any new ones?"
The actor quickly found a new set: "Yes, yes, this one is a spare set, I haven't worn it yet."
Chen Yanheng glanced at An Qin and pulled out a few more banknotes: "Wrap it up."
An Qin pursed his lips, looked at the exquisite outfit, and quickly looked away, not knowing what he was thinking.
The restaurant was not far from the teahouse, and after leaving the teahouse, Chen Yanheng did not take another car.
She didn't ask anyone to take the newly bought clothes back, but carried them in her own hands, holding Anqin's hand in the other, as if she had returned to her married life, and the young couple was leisurely strolling in this peaceful and prosperous era.
When Chen Yanheng thought about this, his expression became even more amiable. It took him half an hour to reach the restaurant, which should have taken him half an incense stick of time. Whatever he saw on the street, he wanted to buy for his wife.
The more things he held in his hands, the more joy filled his heart - these were all his little assassin's things.
Arriving at the restaurant, Chen Yanheng put down the heavy bags in his hands and asked in a lingering manner, "Is there anything else you like? My Lord will give you anything."
An Qin turned to look at him, murderous intent in his eyes.
Shen Yanheng felt a chill on his neck: "..."
Well, the little assassin is so heartless that he still cares about his own life.
But was that life-saving favor ten years ago worth his working so hard like a slave from dawn to dusk?
He released the little assassin three times, but he didn't show any gratitude or even give him a smile. He was truly heartless.
Chen Yanheng couldn't help but dig into his own corner: "I like you from the bottom of my heart. If you follow me, I will love you more than your master. But I can't bear to see you go out and live in the open air and be teased like this."
How dare you sow discord between him and the owner of the manor! An Qin was furious and slashed with his palm.
Chen Yanheng narrowly avoided his attacking palm and said with a smile, "Are you so angry that you want to murder your husband?"
"Shameless!" An Qin roared in anger, and slapped out even faster, but he did not forget the manor owner's mission. He restrained his strength in his strikes to avoid killing the man and causing harm to Fengyue Villa.
Chen Yanheng couldn't fight him off, so he simply blocked the blow with his fan on his shoulder. Enduring the pain, he took the opportunity to grab the man's wrist and walked around behind him, hugging An Qin's waist and whispering, "You won't let me say anything, could it be that your ruthless master is your sweetheart?"
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng said sourly: I am not your biological husband, he is your biological husband?
An Qin: No, but I can give everything for the owner! (clenching fists solemnly)
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