"ah……"
Qing Lingyi blinked slowly.
Cheng Yang thought about it, she was smart and should be able to comprehend.
After a moment, Qing Lingyi's eyes lit up: "Then I'll cook you more meals!"
Cheng Yang:?
In his mind, the clouds and rain of Wushan were lingering on his pillow, but she was still there, bitter, spicy, sweet, sour, firewood, rice, oil and salt.
But she was too sincere, and her starry eyes were as clear as water.
"How about it? You like to eat meat, so I will make a few more styles for you. Have you ever tried rouge goose breast? I can make it. There are also wine crabs, ginger shrimps, crispy bone fish, steamed goose, and clams. , Lotus fish buns... As long as you can’t think of it, there’s nothing I can’t make.”
Cheng Yang laughed when he heard this.
At his age, it is difficult for him not to know about men and women, but he has a high self-esteem and feels that ordinary women are not worthy of his bed.
If the anger is strong, he will deal with it himself.
Today was the first time he had such an idea. Unexpectedly, he met a fool.
"Why are you laughing?" the fool asked strangely.
"Laughing at you." Cheng Yang said blankly.
Qing Lingyi looked confused.
Cheng Yang pinched her cheek in a funny way: "Two meals a day, one meat, one vegetable and one soup."
Qing Lingyi reacted quickly: "Okay!"
In the next few days, Qing ordered Yi to cook as promised, and two meals a day were served as per Cheng Yang's request.
She learned from Wu Liang where Dabaiguan was, and brought the dried meat there with great interest.
He was groping for his mother's posture in his memory, training Baymax little by little day by day.
But July 16th was getting closer and closer. Whenever she asked Cheng Yang how he felt and whether he wanted to enter the palace, he would always reply coldly: "We'll see."
Qing Lingyi felt very unsure.
On the evening of the 15th, in addition to the food, Qing Lingyi also added an extra dish of jujube paste cake, and even invited Qiu Lubai from Mrs. Xue.
Cheng Yang was still busy in the study. While Qing Lingyi was waiting, he saw Wu Liang coming in from outside and passing by the kitchen door.
She had a sudden idea and called him: "Steward Wu!"
Wu Liang stopped as he wished, with a smile on his face: "Madam, have you also noticed that I'm not lame at all these days?"
Qing Lingyi laughed dryly: "That's true, but I don't want to tell you this."
"What's the matter, madam?"
Qing Lingyi rubbed his hands: "I want to ask you to do me a favor."
Wu Liang was surprised: "Help?"
It is best for all the generals in the government to speak in front of the lady. When will it be his turn to be helped by his little lieutenant?
"That's right," Qing Lingyi said, "Tomorrow is the birthday party for Concubine Ming. I'm thinking that you and the general have known each other for a long time. How about you go and persuade him to enter the palace together."
Wu Liang was even more surprised: "Persuasion? Hasn't the general already prepared the official uniforms for entering the palace?"
Qing Lingyi was startled: "Official... service?"
Wu Liang was also stunned, thinking that it was over, he said the wrong thing! Madam doesn’t know!
He quickly made amends: "Maybe I remembered it wrong. The general... has more clothes. It's not impossible that I misjudged him."
Qing Lingyi heard it, but didn't listen.
She's not stupid!
"...Madam, what's that? I still have something to do, so I'll go and do some work first!" After Wu Liang finished speaking, he hurried away.
The dark dusk in the Western Zhou Dynasty gradually became lower. Qing Lingyi turned to look at the study, and there were a few weak lights shining through the window lattice.
She started to get angry at this time, turned around, and entered the small kitchen.
In order to persuade Cheng Yang these past few days, she had been busy working in this sweltering place every day. The soup was a waste of her hands and the oil smoke was choking her nose, but she tolerated it all.
Fortunately for him, he was clearly about to enter the palace a long time ago, but he was still hanging on to her.
He must find her jokes funny.
The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Qing Lingyi looked at the table. The food was still hot. Qiu Lubai poured a full cup for her and chilled it for a quarter of an hour with the ice cubes she bought on the street a few days ago.
She grabbed her chopsticks and took a few bites of each plate.
This was not enough, her blood surged, she picked up the wine glass and drank.
After one sip, the glass was half empty.
"It's so bad."
Qing Lingyi was angry. There were not many jujube cakes, so she ate them all, and also drank the remaining half cup of Qiu Lubai.
She placed the cup on the table with a "snap" and said in an accentuated tone: "That's too bad!"
As she finished speaking, she caught the sound of footsteps approaching.
Turning around, Cheng Yang was stepping into the small kitchen.
Qing Lingyi frowned, his whole face twisted, and he opened his mouth to ask: "What are you doing here?!"
She looked fierce, but her voice was clear and smooth, and this sentence sounded more like coquettishness.
Cheng Yang sneered: "Is this too soft to be hard?"
"Who is so soft and hard with you!"
You are so drunk and cowardly that you would not dare or even do it in normal times, but now Qing Lingyi is unscrupulous: "I already know your secret. It turns out that you have already decided to enter the palace tomorrow, but all of a sudden You kept it secret from me. Check your conscience, is it still there?"
Cheng Yang smiled with a rare good-nature: "Where did you hear the news?"
"Just say it or not, don't ask me who I am! I won't betray my friends!" Qing Lingyi said proudly.
"Wu Liang said that?" Cheng Yang asked.
“……”
Qing Lingyi looked away guiltily, "No."
Cheng Yang knew clearly that it was Wu Liang.
This kid can't hide any secrets.
It was true for her, and it was true for his uncle.
Cheng Yang Shi Shiran sat down next to her.
"...That's not the point!"
Qing Lingyi came back to her senses and glared at him, "What matters now is that you clearly decided to enter the palace, but you didn't tell me. What do you think of me? Do you think of me as your wife?"
Cheng Yang asked back: "Do you know what you have to do to be my wife?"
Qing Lingyi felt that he really underestimated her.
Before getting married, she had been taught by her grandmother.
"I know! This shouldn't be too simple. Isn't it just about serving your husband, being filial to your parents-in-law, and being kind to your sisters-in-law?"
"So, how can Madam serve me?" Cheng Yang asked.
"We will live in harmony with you, discuss things with you, and live a good life. Also, we will be together in the evening..."
Speaking of this, Qing Lingyi stopped.
Cheng Yang raised an eyebrow: "How about we go together tonight?"
“……”
Qing Lingyi couldn't wrap his head around it, but he instinctively refused to do this because some pictures were too spectacular.
She was even more thinking about entering the palace, and after a long while, she slapped her thigh: "I know! You like the food I cook, and you are afraid that I won't cook it for you, so you deliberately hide it from me!"
Cheng Yang asked along the way: "So, if I told you early in the morning that I was going to enter the palace, you would still make food for me?"
The drunk Qing Lingyi had long forgotten to lie and replied honestly: "No."
Cheng Yang:?
"If you want to enter the palace, then why should I go to all this trouble?"
Cheng Yang's face turned dark, he knew it!
He didn't want to talk to her anymore, so he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat, but found that most of the dishes on the plate were missing.
"It's what I ate." Qing Lingyi took the initiative to surrender.
Cheng Yang raised his eyes coldly.
Qing Lingyi smiled playfully: "I ate the jujube paste cake too."
She picked up the empty wine glass and shook it blatantly: "I drank up all this large glass of Qiu Lubai!"
The more she spoke, the brighter and more open the smile on her face became.
Cheng Yang sneered, leaned over and pinched her chin, and suddenly pressed his lips against hers.
