Quickly penetrate the host, she is deadly and seductive

After Meng Xuanheng rushed over, he immediately supported his body with his hands so as not to hit Shi Qing.

Looking at Shi Qing, who was still sleeping peacefully, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and did not wake her up.

Mu Jiu's voice came from outside the carriage, "My lord, a wild cat suddenly ran out just now. Are you okay?"

Meng Xuanheng glanced at Shi Qing, who was sleeping peacefully, and replied with two words concisely, "Nothing happened."

After listening to Meng Xuanheng's answer, Mu Jiu felt relieved and continued to drive the carriage. Then he continued to listen to Xiao An's words silently, occasionally responding with a few words.

Inside the carriage.

After Meng Xuanheng's initial nervousness dissipated, his eyes couldn't help but be tightly attracted by Shi Qing, unable to move away, and his breath became unstable.

He was fascinated by the sight, but he didn't know that Shi Qing woke up the moment he pounced on him.

Meng Xuanheng looked at Shi Qing unblinkingly, his gentle and affectionate eyes tracing the outline of Shi Qing's eyebrows little by little, as if he wanted to leave them deep in his heart.

He looked like that for a long time, and finally he just pulled the blanket from the corner of the bed and covered Shi Qing's body, and sat back down.

Shi Qing felt the soft blanket on his body and Meng Xuanheng's distant breath, and felt a trace of doubt in his heart.

Just now she felt Meng Xuanheng's breath becoming rapid and heavy, just like the last time Meng Xuanheng suddenly lost control and kissed her.

But she didn't expect that he did nothing but covered her with a blanket.

Mortals are really complicated, and she doesn't understand.

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After returning to the capital, Meng Xuanheng thought about the conditions he agreed to with Shi Qing, and immediately sought out the best chef in the imperial kitchen to learn how to cook.

Before learning, Meng Xuanheng thought cooking was a simple matter, but after he actually learned it, he realized that it was not an easy task.

He could play with any of the eighteen weapons, but he just couldn't get used to using this kitchen knife. The vegetables he cut were of different sizes, thicknesses, and strange shapes.

Moreover, hot oil will splash out when cooking, and small oil spots on your hands can be so painful.

When cooking, you must also control the heat. If you are not careful, the food will be burnt, and the taste of the stir-fry will be very strange.

It was obviously the same ingredients, and what the imperial chef made was delicious food with full color, aroma, and flavor, but what he made was a blackened mess.

It was something he even disliked when he saw it, let alone Shi Qing liked and was satisfied with it.

Meng Xuanheng frowned as he looked at the plates of unpalatable dishes in front of him and the blisters on his hands.

Did Shi Qing also suffer so much pain and hardship when he learned to cook for him?

But at that time, he was only thinking about Shi Qing leaving the palace, so he ruined her feelings.

The more Meng Xuanheng thought about it, the more he felt that he had gone too far at that time.

The imperial chef on the side saw Meng Xuanheng frowning and his face became more and more ugly, and he couldn't help but panic.

The imperial chef considered it carefully and spoke carefully, "This is the first time for the Prince Regent to learn to cook, and he is already very good at making it like this."

"I think back when I was cooking for the first time, I was not as good as you are today. Cooking requires constant practice to be good at it."

Meng Xuanheng listened to the words of the imperial chef and turned to look at him, "When you learn to cook for the first time, will you be burned and have to suffer?"

The imperial chef immediately nodded and responded: "Yes, yes, it's all like this. Being burned and smoked is completely normal."

"Some people who made a fire for the first time would even burn it out and almost burn down the kitchen." The chef deliberately exaggerated his words to set off the situation.

But Meng Xuanheng’s brows furrowed even more tightly.

The imperial chef was even more panicked now, and immediately began to reflect on whether he had said something wrong just now, but he never figured it out. He could only stand there uneasily, not daring to say another word.

It took a while for Meng Xuanheng to speak. His eyes were firm and serious, "You can do it well if you practice more, right? Then I will practice a few more times until I can do it well."

With that said, Meng Xuanheng threw away the fried vegetables, picked up the spoon and continued to fry, while the imperial chef watched and taught.

Learn and practice over and over again.

……

Meng Xuanheng fried vegetables in the imperial dining room for several days, and finally was able to make five dishes and one soup.

Although the appearance is still not as good as that made by Yu Chu, it still looks pretty good.

After it was done, Meng Xuanheng first called Mu Jiu and Xiao An to taste the food he had cooked, and then called all the people in the imperial dining room to taste the food.

After confirming that it was delicious, he immediately made another portion and brought it to Shi Qing with his own hands.

When Shi Qing was eating, Meng Xuanheng's dark eyes were locked on Shi Qing, looking at her nervously and expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Shi Qing nodded, "Yeah, it's quite delicious."

Seeing that Shi Qing liked it, Meng Xuanheng's nervous heart relaxed. Countless joy surged up from the bottom of his heart, and a smile hung on his brows, shining brightly.

He had never been as happy as he was now when he was praised. The indescribable joy and joy filled his entire chest, spreading throughout his body with every heartbeat, and his heart was excited.

Meng Xuanheng kept picking up dishes for Shi Qing and watching her eat them gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Shi Qing and Meng Xuanheng suggested that they go to the courtyard outside to drink and eat while admiring the moon and chatting.

Meng Xuanheng immediately sent someone to get wine, and the two of them sat at the stone table in the courtyard, drinking, eating and chatting.

Shi Qing looked a little drunk after just a few drinks. He held his face in his hands and sipped the wine in small sips.

The creamy face was stained with a hint of crimson, and the apricot eyes under the slender eyelashes were like a clear spring, as bright as stars. The candle next to her was gently swaying, and the candlelight reflected on her exquisite and beautiful face.

Meng Xuanheng and Shi Qing were talking. After waiting for a while, they didn't hear a response. When they turned around, they saw this scene. Their eyes were stunned, and a flash of surprise flashed in the paint-like black eyes.

Shi Qing seemed to feel Meng Xuanheng's gaze. She blinked her butterfly-winged eyelashes and raised her head to look at him, then suddenly leaned forward and got closer.

Shi Qing's eyes were fixed on Meng Xuanheng who was very close at hand, and her red lips curved into a charming smile, "Why are you looking at me all the time? Am I good-looking?"

Meng Xuanheng looked at Shi Qing who suddenly came closer, and his body suddenly stiffened. He looked at Shi Qing faintly, his thin lips moved slightly, and his low-pitched voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness, "Good-looking."

Shi Qing seemed very satisfied after hearing this answer, and the smile on her lips became brighter and more charming. She raised her hand towards Meng Xuanheng, and her long and white fingertips brushed his eyebrows, side of face, and thin lips little by little.

Meng Xuanheng's breath became heavier and heavier, his dark eyes became darker and darker, something seemed to be surging deep in his eyes, and his gaze towards Shi Qing became more and more burning.

Shi Qing looked at Meng Xuanheng with a smile, and moved a little closer. Her soft voice revealed a hint of bewitchment and charm, and she said slowly: "Meng Xuanheng, you like me, don't you? Then do you think I will also like you?" you?"

Perhaps because of drinking, his eyes were a little seductive.

Meng Xuanheng looked at such time, his heart in his chest was like a drum, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down. At this moment, the suppressed impulse and desire in his heart were about to move, and only the last trace of reason was left to hold on. His voice was already hoarse.

"I think about it, I think about it very much, every day."

"Like me, just a little bit, okay, Qingqing?" He indulged himself and shouted out the affectionate name that he only dared to say in his heart, with strong love and expectation in his scorching eyes.