Rebirth: The imperial concubine is no longer jealous, and the emperor panics

After Lu Lingchuan was ridiculed and scolded, he stood up and saw Shen Yao looking complacent.

Such a look that has been away for a long time has a bright and charming look that is a bit pampered and arrogant.

He couldn't help but hug her, leaned down, and carefully traced the corners of her lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Death sign!"

The fragrance of orchid lingered, and Shen Yao cursed and pushed Lu Lingchuan away. His deep kiss landed right on her delicate neck.

"I am going back to the Shen Mansion."

She sat up, straightened her hair, and went directly across Lu Lingchuan to tell Wang Dafu, "Please, Mr. Dafu, prepare the carriage for me."

"I'll do it now, my servant. Please wait a moment, Princess."

Wang Dafu was eavesdropping in the corner of the outer hall today, laughing so hard that his mouth almost opened. At this time, Princess Zhaoyang's words were comparable to an imperial edict. He held the whisk in his arms and trotted off to prepare the carriage.

Today, the princess returns to the mansion, and he has to personally manage the road from the palace to Shen's mansion.

Lu Lingchuan also got off the dragon bed.

On the red sandalwood Eight Immortals table in the outer hall, there are porridge and side dishes.

"Yao'er, just have some food and then go back."

When Shen Yong walked out of the outer hall, Lu Lingchuan had already diligently served her a bowl of porridge.

"I'm afraid it's already past time."

She raised her eyes and looked outside the palace. The warm sunlight shone in through the half-opened palace door. Compared with the sporadic dishes and dishes on the Eight Immortals' table, the wealth and extravagance that filled the palace seemed like nothing.

According to the regulations of the emperor, breakfast usually has at least 16 hard dishes, such as eight-treasure duck, five meat dishes, one dish of hot pot with onion and pepper chicken soup, one dish of roasted chicken in pot with mushrooms, duck with bird's nest and hanging stove, etc...

As for Lu Lingchuan, although he didn't pay much attention to food and drink, his breakfast was still spread all over the table.

When did it turn into white porridge with clear soup and little water?

"Your Majesty, is this what you use for breakfast?" Shen Yao asked, feeling suddenly depressed.

"The war on the border is raging, the Yellow River is flooding again, and money is being used everywhere. I should be more frugal and set an example for the people and ministers in the world."

Lu Lingchuan thought that Shen Yao was not happy, so he scolded Wang Dafu, "This slave dog is so careless in handling things today. Yao'er, what do you want to eat? I will order someone to go to the imperial kitchen immediately."

Shen Yao thought for a moment, "Then let's make two bowls of shredded chicken soup cakes. And a plate of mixed cucumber and sesame oil cabbage heart."

"Okay." Lu Lingchuan put down the porridge in his hand and ordered.

Shen Yao made such arrangements at this time because she was afraid that Lu Lingchuan would not be willing to have a good meal after she returned to Shen's mansion.

Soon, two bowls of hot shredded chicken soup cakes were delivered.

Shen Yao took the white jade chopsticks and handed them to Lu Lingchuan, "Your Majesty, please."

At this time, she was already hungry. He sat opposite Lu Lingchuan and quickly ate most of the soup cake.

On the other hand, Lu Lingchuan held up his chopsticks and swallowed with difficulty. He hasn't had a normal diet for a long time.

Ever since Shen Yao left the palace, his heart had been full of haggard. When he learned the truth about his past life, he refused to forgive himself and was stuck in repeated self-torture.

"If you live a short life, I'm afraid your child will have to recognize someone else as his father."

Shen Yao sighed and said shyly. She only said this to encourage Lu Lingchuan not to lose his fighting spirit to live a good life because of guilt or because he was no longer with her.

"I will never let the child recognize the wrong father!"

Lu Lingchuan stopped his chopsticks and cast his fiery gaze over his beloved woman.

At this time, he had a lot of bad thoughts. Although he felt relieved several times last night, he had to be thicker-skinned these days just to be safe!

"Hmph!" Shen Yao snorted delicately and glanced at him contemptuously, "With all the bones in your body, it hurts to lie in your arms."

"In addition, I don't have the ability to serve the princess well, and now I am so thin that I have even lost the appearance that can deceive women, tsk,~"

Shen Yao looked at Lu Lingchuan with a look of disgust.

"Every woman in the world hopes that her husband will be handsome, handsome and healthy, but now your majesty is so weak that he will fall down when the wind blows..."

Shen Yao continued to stimulate him.

"I will take my medicine on time and eat more meals every time. In less than three months, I will be back to normal."

Lu Lingchuan's words seemed like a deception to him. The demon star had stolen a ray of his soul, which was why he was so weak.

But the whereabouts of Yao Xing and the great monk Xiu Yuan could not be traced.

"Your Majesty, please eat quickly."

Shen Yao pointed to the soup bowl and urged Lu Lingchuan. He had no choice but to pick up the bowl and drink the soup.

When Wang Dafu entered the palace, he saw Lu Lingchuan eating soup cakes in small sips. The aroma of ginseng old hen soup floated in the hall.

Wang Dafu's eyes turned red when he saw the untouched porridge and side dishes on the rosewood table.

Princess Zhaoyang dislikes soup cakes the most. Today, she is doing it for His Majesty’s dragon body.

He knelt down to Shen Yao and kowtowed three times sincerely.

Lu Lingchuan was quite satisfied, this bitch really knew how to please his mistress.

After he finished eating, Shen Yao walked out of the palace and returned to Shen's mansion.

After the princess left, Wang Dafu knelt in front of Lu Lingchuan to receive his punishment, "Your Majesty, this slave deserved to die yesterday! He ordered someone to light aphrodisiac incense in His Majesty's palace without authorization."

"This move will damage the dragon's body, please punish me!"

"Okay then, just let me kick you a few times!"

As soon as Lu Lingchuan finished speaking, he walked up to him, pointed at Wang Dafu's butt, raised his foot,...

The moment he was kicked, Wang Dafu wailed, "Your Majesty, you really kicked this slave!"

Lu Lingchuan retracted his long legs, raised the corners of his lips, and a happy smile bloomed on his face.

"Slave dog, you are getting more and more cunning now. Even if you ask me to kick you twice, you are not sincere."

After Lu Lingchuan finished cursing, he lowered his voice again and asked,——

"Dafu, tell me, am I not as good-looking as before?"

"Ugh!"

Lu Lingchuan let out a long sigh, so now Yao'er can't even look down on the face he was once proud of?

"Your Majesty, take good care of yourself and go to the capital to fall in love with the girls." Wang Dafu coaxed Lu Lingchuan.

The emperor is now weak and does not care about himself. He has been suffering from headaches for a long time.

"Your Majesty, I ordered the imperial kitchen to restore the meals in Xingning Palace as long as the imperial concubine is still in the palace."

"You mean, if Yao'er comes back to the palace to see me, she can have a meal with me?"

Lu Lingchuan's heart was filled with nothing but Shen Yao, and what he was thinking about was completely different from Wang Dafu's.

"Yes, this slave has this intention." Wang Dafu hurriedly followed the emperor.

"Then order the chefs in the imperial dining room to research new dishes. If Princess Zhaoyang likes them, I will give you a big reward."

After Lu Lingchuan finished his instructions, he looked forward to the next scene with Shen Yao.

The emperor looked beautiful for a moment, and couldn't help but praise Wang Dafu. His blessings yesterday were all thanks to this loyal servant.

"Dafu, it's a pity that you became a eunuch? Your dust roots are still there, I'm afraid you can deceive many girls."

Wang Dafu hurriedly climbed up the pole, "If this slave has not entered the palace, he will naturally be a flower-folding expert."

But he only smiled for a while, and the corners of his lips drooped, becoming extremely bitter.

If it hadn't been for the prince's favor, he, a master of flower-folding, would have died of hunger and cold in Shangjing City.

Wang Dafu vowed that even if his life stumbles, it will never be perfect. Therefore, he must try his best to let his master embrace the beauty.