Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 147 "Xiangguo was originally a daughter (26)"

Yueqin came in a hurry, his black clothes were drenched, his hair was dripping, and he pushed open the mahogany door vigorously.

When he saw the injured Zhou Meng, his mind suddenly went blank, his panicked heart suddenly stopped, he was at a loss, he stood at the door and stared at her like an idiot.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her lips were chapped, her arms were stained with blood, and her burqa was soaked. Her surprised eyes looked like stars in the sky.

The more quilted he suddenly stopped panicking, countless distress and pity suddenly appeared in his limbs and bones.

At this time, she was no longer the conscientious, polite and distant Master Ji Zhou, but a weak, pale and pitiful little girl.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Zhou Meng asked in surprise.

Yue Quintui didn't care about being in a mess, took the gauze from the trembling little maid, washed her hands, wiped alcohol and disinfected her arms before wrapping them in bandages, her face was cold, her movements were clumsy, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Does it hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt."

Some rough fingertips slid across someone's blood-oozing bandage, and pressed it down maliciously, causing someone to "hiss" and grinned dissatisfiedly back at the gloomy emperor standing behind him.

Calligraphy and painting quietly lit the wick, closed the doors and windows, and retreated with interest.

Suddenly, there were only two people who were thinking about each other in the huge space.

Under the dim candlelight, feelings spread and ambiguities abound.

"Does it hurt?" He asked again unwillingly.

This time, she replied wittily, "It hurts. Your Majesty, I am in so much pain. It's all because I didn't listen to your majesty's advice and insisted on rushing back to the mansion. In the end, I was plotted against and injured. Your majesty is really clever."

Zhou Meng listened carefully, the breath of the person behind was restrained and forbearance.

"My lord, why don't you answer? You—"

"Don't talk," a body soaked in robes and warm in the chest carefully walked around her wound from behind and wrapped her in his arms. He was standing and she was sitting, watching him wrap her whole body in from the side. in their own world.

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive ears, "Just say it hurts, and hugging you alone won't hurt."

Zhou Meng's body stiffened instantly.

He found exactly where her fingers were, and firmly and forcefully separated her fingers. The fingers were interlaced, and their right hands were intertwined. The more they held each other, they refused to let go.

Compared with a man's hand, a woman's hand is like holding a piece of cotton candy, soft and soft, and feels great.

Zhou Meng remained silent, and the quilt seemed to be lost in memory, "That's how the mother and concubine hugged Gu at the beginning. She said that hugging Gu can forget all unhappiness. Gu also wants you to forget pain and unhappiness."

……

Ji's kitchen has always been a separate place for calligraphy and painting. Her cooking and frying skills are top-notch, and Zhou Meng is full of praise for the delicacies she makes.

Tonight, an unexpected visitor came in the kitchen.

Directing the calligraphy and painting to arrange the ingredients one by one, Yue Qun changed into a sapphire blue cloth that was obviously a few sizes smaller, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to make a loving supper for his dear Ji Xiang.

The imperial physician once said that the way to make a sick person heal faster is to keep a happy mood.

He thought about it, the supper made by the king himself would make her feel happy.

"Chopped green onion, star anise, shredded radish... are all ready, little girl, what should I do next?"

Even if it was his first time cooking, he had to keep it perfect. For this, he did not hesitate to ask the little maid beside her for advice.

He smiled, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked for calligraphy and painting amiably.

Calligraphy and painting trembled violently in fright, and burst into tears in his heart, King Yan is so frightening, with a face that has to smile or not, it's really scary!
"My lord, my lord, can this servant help you?"

Yue Que waved his hand ambitiously, "Come on alone, what's the next step? Put the vegetables directly?"

At this time, the hot oil in the iron pot sounded "sizzling, sizzling", and Yue Qin held an iron spoon in his hand, staring at the iron pot solemnly, working hard and not daring to relax, as if he was studying the important affairs of the court.

The iron pot burst into sparks, he reacted quickly and stepped back, picked up the bucket next to him and poured it.

The flame in the iron pot became more and more intense, he was taken aback, "Bring over the flowerpot at the door."

Calligraphy and painting immediately carried out the king's order, panting and holding the flower pot and handing it to Yue Qun.

Yue Que pulled out Zhou Meng's favorite Orchid, hugged the flower pot and threw it over the iron pot.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang in Jifu's kitchen.

"Youlan, my son's favorite, ah, my master's kitchen—" Someone who has always been calm was so angry that he jumped.

"Your Majesty, why are you throwing your minister's flower pot?"

He blinked, "It is said that soil can also put out fire."

Zhou Meng: "...Why are you throwing the flower pot?"

"The dirt is too dirty, it will stain Gu's hands."

After a while of uproar.

As if nothing had happened, Yue Que brought the food from the imperial dining room sent by the dark guard, and when he opened the wooden box, the tangy aroma was so tempting, Zhou Meng's eyes lit up, and she coughed, "Your Majesty, you are also doing bad things with good intentions." , it doesn't matter, as long as you let me have a taste of the delicious food from the Imperial Dining Room."

"Then are you in a happy mood?" Yue Qun asked seriously.

Zhou Meng almost picked up her chopsticks and pounced on these delicacies, she nodded hurriedly, "I am very happy now, Your Majesty—"

"Okay then." A smile flashed in Yue Que's eyes, and he nodded in embarrassment, "Sir, let's eat with Gu."

In any case, she is still a gluttonous little girl!Yue Qin, who has a thick filter, is full of joy.

Whether it's the meals he cooked himself or the meals in the imperial dining room, as long as it makes her happy, he will do his best.

On the second day, a strange thing happened in Zhennan Palace.

The palace was stolen, and the head of the family lost a very precious thing.

The servants of the palace looked for things anxiously, while others were curious, their mouths were tight and they refused to say anything.

The mystery arouses more people's curiosity.

The young boy with red lips and white teeth has grown into a young man who can stand on his own. He is fair and clean, with a gentle manner, and there is no trace of the arrogant and domineering aura of the year.

He tidied his clothes, a long robe with wide sleeves, a jade belt around his waist, and a beauty fan in his hand. He was about to walk out of the gate, but was stopped by his father.

"Qingyun, come here for me."

Bai Zhannan called him to the study.

Bai Qingyun was not allowed to enter the important study room before. This is the place where Bai Zhannan's confidants secretly discuss matters.

He was laughing and joking, and glanced at the study furnishings. There was a whole cabinet of books, rosewood table, Yanqing Duan inkstone, auspicious animal paperweight... It was no different from other people's study.

"Father, why do you keep calling me? My son is going out to play."

"Go to the Orphan School?" Bai Zhannan asked back.

"Father, how do you know, you are really good at predicting things, you are so clever..." Bai Qingyun smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Foretelling things like a god? Magical calculations? Hehe..." Bai Zhannan sneered suddenly, "If that's the case, the father won't lose so badly."

Bai Qingyun raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Father, you lost? What did you lose? Horse racing or cockfighting? My son will help you win it back."

"Win it back..." Bai Zhannan stared blankly at his lively and lovely son, and suddenly clapped his hands.

The secret door opened, one person knocked Bai Qingyun unconscious with a knife in one hand, nodded at Bai Zhannan, and carried him back to the dark room.

The secret door was completely closed.

　Yue quilt: No matter what Gu does, the result is excellent.

　　Zhou Meng: I just smiled and said nothing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)