I still remember the king's heart

"Seven taels of agarwood, five taels of stack incense, four taels of dragon tongue incense, two taels each of sandalwood and musk..."

According to what she said, Mu Yutong weighed out the amount she wanted and put it in her hand, Yue Xinyao took it and frowned again, "I changed the musk, use Huoxiang"

Mu Yutong pursed her lips, then called out two taels of Huoxiang and handed it over.

"It's two cents too much, and you can't even call it a spice. It's really useless to teach you as a teacher." Yue Xinyao weighed it in his hand, and poured out a little more.

Master, do you think I'm as busy as you? Not to mention that there are a lot of affairs waiting to be dealt with in the door. She has always learned the Qihuang medical classics for curing diseases and saving lives. When did she teach me how to make incense! ! !

Though she thought about it, she never dared to say it, she just coughed twice, cleared her throat, "Master, should Madam wake up?"

Yue Xinyao's hands froze, "I almost forgot, you should weigh out all the spices to be used first, and I'll adjust the fragrance later."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a clean handkerchief, wiped his hands, turned and left, and said coldly, "If you make a mistake, there will be no monthly payment for this month."

Mu Yutong's hands trembled, and a little more of the spices that she had said were sprinkled out. She was so frightened that she was terrified, and looked back to see that the man had walked a long way.

In the second half of the night, she slept very peacefully and did not have any nightmares. When Sang Yu got up and looked at the half game of chess left on the table, she and her were actually rivals, and the fight was inseparable.

It's just a one-night effort, and I always feel that something is different.

"Suming" Hua Yin's voice was soft and soft, and she was charming and lazy, wrapping her arms around her slender waist from behind.

Su Ming was stunned, a soft arc appeared on his lips, in the twilight of the early morning light, the profile of his profile was clear and beautiful.

The movement of his hands still didn't stop, and he stir-fried the vegetables neatly.

"When will you be cooking?"

Su Ming frowned slightly, "Didn't I learn it for you when I was in Yangzhou?"

Huaying's arm around her froze, and after a while, she put her head on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "Suming, let's get married."

"If you don't even pay homage, just go straight to the bridal chamber"

Such a sentence suddenly flashed in my mind. The woman who spoke was soft and soft, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could vaguely feel that she must be a gentle woman with soft eyebrows and eyes.

"Suming, what are you thinking?"

Su Ming looked down at Hua Ying, the face in his mind gradually merged with hers, with the same bright eyes, kind eyes, and sweet smile.

"Okay, then I have to prepare in advance"

The Ten Thousand Flowers Valley is isolated from the outside world, and the life is smooth and quiet, and the tacit understanding between the two is getting deeper and deeper. When Sangyu is watering the flowers, she will take the initiative to fetch water for her, and follow behind with a bucket.

When Yue Xinyao was dealing with affairs at the door, she would quietly accompany her, carefully grinding the ink, and adding fragrance to her red sleeves. The incense burning in the study was the same as the bedroom, which was light and pleasant, with a hint of cold plum fragrance. Yue Xinyao personally concocted the Spring Letter in Snow.

Gradually, she would also help her take care of the herbs grown in the valley, and would prop up her chin while she practiced swords and wait for her to come over and ask for a cup of hot tea.

The boss who is very talented in everything, but cooking is a mess, and he likes to follow her into the kitchen to be a disservice. After yelling at her several times, the man still blinked with an innocent look on his face.

"Ah Sang, I want to follow you"

"..."

After several times, Sang Yu acquiesced to her, but she was forbidden to touch anything.

In fact, Yue Xinyao just likes to look at her. She is good-looking in everything she does, but she looks best when she is cooking. Her bare hands are slender and fair, with well-defined joints. Her cuffs are pulled up high to reveal her slender wrists. A shadow was cast on the eyelids.

It will always make her heart flutter, probably this is the most ordinary companionship in the world, and the smoke rising from the kitchen does not make her feel annoying, because it is the breath of fireworks in the world.

She has roughly the same taste as Yue Xinyao, she likes sweetness, that person likes to eat light Huaiyang cuisine, so when the golden osmanthus is in full bloom, Sang Yu thinks about brewing some yellow cinnamon thick wine to taste.

The snow-white silk cloth was spread under the tree, and the breeze brought the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus. From time to time, small petals fell from the air. Sangyu took one in the palm, took a deep breath, and shouted at the tree Said: "Xinyao, shake it a little more"

"Okay!" The man answered loudly, jumped up from the treetops, his clothes fluttered, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and as bright as a frightened bird.

"Thousands of flowers devouring shadows!" The murderous sword move was used to satisfy a small wish of that person, if it wasn't for the deep affection, it wouldn't be here.

Not far away, Mu Yutong secretly shook his head, master, master, you are really hopeless.

Sang Yu saw her hands itching, her toes lightened, and she jumped up the treetops, but because she had been recovering from her injuries for several months, her inner breath was a little stagnant, her feet trembled, and her body swayed slightly.

Yue Xinyao quickly embraced her, and slowly descended from mid-air, placing her on the snow-white silk cloth.

"Don't be brave if you don't, huh?"

"Who said I can't?" Sang Yu struggled to get up from her arms, but unexpectedly fell into a pair of passionate eyes, which were clear and bright, and they were all her reflections.

Sang Yu suddenly fell silent, feeling her face was a little hot, Yue Xinyao drew her lips slightly and approached her, the atmosphere became a little ambiguous.

Originally, he just wanted to tease her, but when he saw the man drooping his eyes, his long eyelashes flickering, the sun shining on his face, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, the cherry-colored lips were just around the corner.

I really want to kiss...

But Sang Yu suddenly turned her head, pushed her away, stood up and stumbled away, as if she was running away.

Yue Xinyao stood on the spot and laughed heartily. Although she didn't get to kiss her, she still looked happy and satisfied.

She had worried that Yue Xinyao was a person with strong desires, but she strictly abided by the etiquette of a gentleman in the intimacy between the two of them, she stopped at hugging and kissing, and when she wanted to be infatuated, Yue Xinyao pressed him on the couch, Pulling off her blouse to cover the softness of her chest.

Sang Yu bit her lip, a little at a loss, put her bare hands on her shoulders, "Xin... Xinyao..."

Yue Xinyao trembled all over, and patted her face, her eyes were still blurred, but she still got off her body, "You go to bed first, I'll go wash your face"

After finishing speaking, he got up and went to bed, opened the curtain and went out, and there was a sound of water splashing behind the screen.

Sang Yu bit her lip and pulled her clothes back, her face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat broke out all over her body, she pulled the quilt back and shrank back.

Strange to say, Sang Yu hasn't had a dream for a long time since she tuned Xue Zhongchun Xin, or it was because of the peace of mind given to her by that person by his side.

Waking up in the morning, there was no one beside the pillow, but the quilt beside her was still warm, Sang Yu opened her eyes in a daze, and called "Xinyao", but no one answered, but there was a burst of noise from downstairs.

When she got up, the quilt slipped off her body, only to realize that the well-worn middle clothes had been stripped off at some point, leaving only the loose clothes tied around her shoulders.

There was a trace of blush on her fair cheeks, and Sang Yu pursed her lips, showing a little shyness.

Who else could there be but her, but she was so careful that she took off her sweaty underwear, there was a gentle curve on Sang Yu's lips.

She picked up the neatly folded middle coat by the pillow and put it on, only to realize that it was a little long, and it didn't seem to be her own.

"This one, put that over there, move that over here, you clumsy ones, I will support you for nothing." Yue Xinyao's loud voice pierced her eardrums clearly, and Sang Yu was a little curious about what she was doing, so she didn't care too much , pushed open the door.

Immediately stunned in place, the courtyard has been completely redecorated, the bluestone slab under the pear tree has been wiped spotless, and the tree is covered with red sticky seeds, it looks like a newly-married atmosphere.

Not far from the pear tree is a medicine garden. Everyone is busy there. All the herbs that were planted in the medicine garden have disappeared, replaced by neat rows of plum trees. Everyone is sweating profusely. Cultivate the soil and work.

"Xinyao..." Sang Yu called softly.

When the man turned his head, surprise flashed in his eyes. Sang Yu was only wearing a thin tunic, her skin was whiter than snow, her jet-black hair fell on the skirt, and she was as clean as a fairy falling from the clouds.

The middle clothes seemed a bit long and slightly wider, but they vaguely revealed a graceful figure, and the bare feet were small and delicate. When stepping on the bamboo building, many disciples looked back frequently.

Yue Xinyao suddenly put down the shovel in her hand, wiped her hands and strode towards her, picked her up before she had time to react, and walked quickly into the house.

Sang Yu let out a low cry, wrapped her around her neck, her eyes were confused, "What's wrong?"

Yue Xinyao tucked her into the quilt again, "Remember to get dressed when you go out in the future, what do you look like?" His tone was rare and stern, and he was watched by many people.

Thinking of it made her feel faintly uncomfortable.

Sang Yu was still a little dazed, maybe she just got up, there was still a trace of laziness in the corners of her eyes and brows, and she looked down, because of her hug just now, her middle clothes were slightly loosened, revealing her slender collarbone and With a large expanse of snow-white skin, he bit his lip and pulled up his clothes and stopped talking.

With a thought, Yue Xinyao pulled her out of the quilt again, "Why are you wearing my middle coat, huh?"

Sang Yu's face was hot, and she muttered: "I... mine... didn't you take it to wash?"

"There's still in the closet." Yue Xinyao frowned slightly, and decided to tease her.

Watching this woman blush up to the ears is really fun and it makes my heart itch.

"Shun... just take it..."

"Really?" There was a dangerous gleam in the man's eyes, and his hand was still on her waist, but he got closer and closer.

Sang Yu subconsciously tilted her head away, and a soft kiss fell on her forehead with pity.

A ripple appeared in her heart like a dragonfly on water, and it was so fleeting that she had no time to react.

"You sleep a little longer, it's still early, I'll go out first"

She looked up at the man with clear eyebrows, with sword-shaped eyebrows that ordinary women don't have, and a face with sharp edges and corners. There is a third of a woman's softness in her heroic spirit, and she murmured, "Xinyao, why do you want to plant plum blossoms?" ?”

Yue Xinyao stood up with a slight smile, didn't answer her question, covered the door for her and went out.

In the evening, Sang Yu had just finished taking a bath, and her hair was still steamed. When she opened the cabinet to change clothes, she was startled suddenly, and then angrily shouted: "Yue Xinyao!!!"

The man raised his head from the mountain of medical books, with a blank expression, "What's wrong?"

"Where's the coat I put in the closet?"

There was nothing left, and they all belonged to her.

Yue Xinyao put down the medical skills in her hands and touched her chin, as if she was still reminiscing about the fragrant scene in the morning.

"I think you look better in mine, so I let someone take it out and throw it away"

Sang Yu bit her lip, her face was hot, "You..."

You have been there for a long time without you knowing why, seeing the man smiling ambiguously, just like the cat who stole the cat downstairs, he simply turned around and got on the couch, out of sight and out of mind.

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What's going on recently... Jin Gong begs to let it go, continue with the next chapter, those who have read it can be ignored, the update will be released at night, so please!