Abolish the emperor into a concubine

In the afternoon, the sun slanted into the room through the cracks in the leaves. Mu Zijin was sitting in front of the case dealing with government affairs, and Xia Yunyang came in with an exquisite food box.

"Ajin, I heard from the people below that you haven't had a good appetite for the past two days and haven't eaten much, so I ordered someone to bring these appetizers from Yunya Pavilion overnight. See if you like it."

In the past few days, Mu Zijin's attitude towards Xia Yunyang and Xiao Zhenye has always been indifferent and alienated, and he will ignore them if he can ignore them, and only say a few neutral words when necessary, alienated and polite.

It was only then that the two realized that the little prince might be really angry. Seeing Xiao Zhenye sticking up his face shamelessly, pouring tea for Mu Zijin, and beating his back and shoulders, Xia Yunyang suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and also Putting away that bohemian attitude, she has been courteously courting Mu Zijin.

Mu Zijin is annoyed when he sees these two people now, and has been avoiding them all the time, but these two people are like dog skin plasters, they come to please him every day, and they can't be pushed away, and they can't be beaten. Mu Zijin is annoyed Then let them go.

It's just that he really can't figure it out, a Fifth Prince of Xiao Kingdom, and a Pavilion Master of Yunya Pavilion, both of them have very good identities, why is this face...

Seeing that Mu Zijin didn't speak, and was still dealing with government affairs with his head down, as if he didn't see him coming in, Xia Yunyang opened the food box on his own, and put a bowl of porridge, a small jar of wine, a plate of pastries and A few plates of side dishes were brought out.

When the wine seal was opened, a sweet and sour aroma of wine came to the nostrils immediately, the mellow aroma was strong, just smelling it was intoxicating.

Xia Yunyang poured out a glass and handed it to Mu Zijin, "This is plum wine that Yunya Pavilion has preserved for 20 years, try it."

Xia Yunyang's voice was flattering and vaguely expectant.

Mu Zijin was still hanging his head and concentrating on the government affairs in his hands. He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but smelling the intoxicating aroma of wine in the air, the tip of his nose moved, and suddenly he felt a little thoughtful.

He put down the vermilion pen in his hand, took a sip of the plum wine Xia Yunyang handed over.

Seeing Mu Zijin accept the plum wine he handed over, Xia Yunyang's heart suddenly rippled. The bright red plum wine reflected Mu Zijin's peerless face, Xia Yunyang was a little dazzled.

A sip of plum wine slipped into the throat, sweet and clear, with a mellow aroma, with just the right plum sourness, accompanied by a touch of warmth.

Mu Zijin's eyes lit up immediately, and he poured all the remaining liquid in the glass into his mouth, then handed the glass to Xia Yunyang, signaling him to have another drink.

Xia Yunyang held down the wine glass in his hand.

Mu Zijin looked at Xia Yunyang, his eyes seemed to say that he was too stingy.

Xia Yunyang laughed, and picked up a piece of pastry and handed it to Mu Zijin, "Drinking wine alone will hurt your stomach. Eat some pastry first. It's also made of appetizing green plums. It's sweet but not greasy. Try it."

Mu Zijin took the green plum cake with some reluctance. He didn't really like this kind of dry cake, but for the sake of plum wine, he endured it.

The snow-white pastry was dotted with a few dried green plums. Mu Zijin swallowed it in one bite. It was sweet and sour, and it was not greasy, but he didn't have any desire to eat it.

After finally finishing the piece of pastry, Mu Zijin looked at Xia Yunyang and said expressionlessly, "It's ready now."

He obviously had no expression on his face, but Xia Yunyang could hear the angry tone of a child. He immediately poured Mu Zijin a glass of plum wine and laughed.

He said, "Alright, alright, my highness the crown prince, I will fill you up for this little one..."

Just as Mu Zijin was about to pick up the wine glass, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and then Xiao Zhenye came in carrying a tray, on which were several plates of appetizers, a bowl of porridge and a Gu soup.

Seeing Xia Yunyang and the food brought by Xia Yunyang on the table, Xiao Zhenye was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes dimmed a little, but he regained his composure in an instant, as if he didn't see Xia Yunyang here, he walked over with the tray and put it on the table. Next to the food box that Xia Yunyang brought.

"Zijin, I think you haven't had any appetite for the past two days, so I made you some appetizing meals..." Xiao Zhenye said while putting the food in the tray.

He took out his food, but when he put down the last dish, his wide sleeves "accidentally" brought the porridge Xia Yunyang brought to the ground.

"Pa-ta..." The exquisite bowl fell to the ground, torn apart, and the porridge in the bowl was scattered all over the floor.

The direction where the porridge was overturned was exactly where Xia Yunyang was, and some porridge liquid fell on Xia Yunyang's robe.

Xia Yunyang's face suddenly sank.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Master Xia, I didn't do it on purpose..." Xiao Zhenye hurriedly said, and was about to wipe Xia Yunyang's body in a "hustle and bustle" as he spoke.

Congee liquid, but "accidentally" overturned the plate of green plum cake in the "panic".

Xia Yunyang's face was completely dark, with a bit of ferocity, and the air froze in an instant, seeing that a storm was coming.

But at an angle that Mu Zijin couldn't see, the corner of Xiao Zhenye's mouth raised a provocative arc, and Xiao Zhenye leaned close to Xia Yunyang's ear before Xia Yunyang's attack, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Governor Xia doesn't want to let Zi Get angry again..."

Hearing this, Xia Yunyang subconsciously looked in Mu Zijin's direction, and saw the young man staring at them. Xia Yunyang's breath had indeed subsided a lot, but his face was still gloomy. He pushed Xiao Zhenye, his face darkened. Turned around and walked out of the room.

Looking at Xia Yunyang's leaving back, Xiao Zhenye's mouth curled slightly, but the moment he turned around, he immediately changed into an appearance of doing something wrong. He picked up the bowl of porridge he brought just now, and sent it to Mu Mu in a fawning manner. In front of Zijin,

"I just accidentally knocked over the porridge prepared by Pavilion Master Xia. Zijin should try this porridge with hawthorn, kumquat and bird's nest. Although it is not as good as Master Xia's, it is also very

Appetizer..."

Mu Zijin didn't speak, and didn't take the porridge from Xiao Zhenye, but just looked at Xiao Zhenye with no emotion in his deep eyes.

Zijin...wouldn't be able to see through his little thoughts just now.

Xiao Zhenye tightened his hand holding the bowl, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

Just when Xiao Zhenye was thinking about how to explain it, Mu Zijin finally said, "How did you get the injuries on your hands and face?"

"What?" Xiao Zhenye didn't expect Mu Zijin to ask this, and he didn't react for a while.

Mu Zijin did not continue the topic just now, but said, "The hawthorns should have finished bearing fruit by now, and there are no fresh hawthorns in the palace. Where did you find so many?"

It has been more than a month since the hawthorn fruiting time, and the palace has no supply of fresh hawthorn. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhenye found so many, not only made hawthorn bird's nest porridge, but also hawthorn cake, hawthorn sugar snowball. .....

Hearing this, Xiao Zhenye finally realized that Zijin was... caring about him?

Xiao Zhenye felt a little joy in an instant, as if he had eaten honey, he hurriedly said, "I thought there should be some harvests on the mountain outside the city, I searched all night, and I found them. …”

Xiao Zhenye's eyes shone brightly, like a big dog waiting for his master's praise, and there seemed to be a big tail dangling behind him.

Seeing that Mu Zijin was staring at the wound on his arm that was looming under the cover of his sleeve, Xiao Zhenye's eyes flashed a touch that was too fast to catch.

With a bare face, he moved his body slightly to deliberately expose his wounds in front of Mu Zijin, so that he could clearly see his turned flesh.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he quickly hid his hands behind his back, but because of "panic" and "accidentally" bumped into the table behind him, Xiao Zhenye groaned, but said "it doesn't hurt" to Mu Zijin.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he said that it didn't hurt, but his face was a little pale, and there was fine cold sweat on his forehead, obviously trying to endure the pain.

Even so, he still insisted on passing the bowl of porridge to Mu Zijin, "Zijin, if you don't eat it, the porridge will be cold..."

Looking at Xiao Zhenye's pitiful but slightly expectant eyes, Mu Zijin suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"I know, I'm just a small proton, I can't compare to the noble status of Pavilion Master Xia, and the porridge I cook is naturally not as precious as the delicious food prepared by Pavilion Master Xia, it is right for His Royal Highness to look down on... "

Mu Zijin didn't pick it up, Xiao Zhenye took back the porridge handed out with some disappointment, his eyes drooped, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with loneliness and self-mockery.

Coupled with his standing position, Mu Zijin could clearly see the fleshy wound on his arm, making the whole person look even more pitiful, and the visual impact on Mu Zijin was even stronger.

Mu Zijin's heart seemed to be hit by something suddenly, something rippled in his heart, he pressed his lips and coughed, "Who said the prince is not happy, bring it here, it happens that the prince is also hungry... ...."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhenye's eyes lit up, as bright as stars, and then brought the porridge over like a treasure, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it gently, and passed it to Mu Zijin's mouth, "Zijin, it's not hot anymore, The temperature is just right."

Like a pug dog wagging its tail.

"...I'll do it myself." Mu Zijin was a little speechless, took the bowl and spoon, and ate by himself.

Looking at Mu Zijin's rolling Adam's apple, Xiao Zhenye's throat rolled unconsciously, his eyes darkened, "Zijin, is it delicious?"

Mu Zijin didn't notice Xiao Zhenye's eyes, took another bite, and said vaguely, "Not bad..."

The porridge is really good, the acidity of the hawthorn is just right, not to mention the light smell of the bird's nest, but also has an appetizing effect, and it has a faint fragrance of kumquat. After a cup, Mu Zijin suddenly feels a little hungry, The stomach also made a "gurgling" sound.

The lengthy sound was extraordinarily loud in this quiet room, the air condensed in an instant, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

After reacting, Mu Zijin hurriedly covered her stomach with her hands in embarrassment.

A narrow smile flashed in Xiao Zhenye's eyes, and then he picked up a piece of crystal clear hawthorn cake and fed it to Mu Zijin, who was so embarrassed that his face was covered with a thin layer of red, "Try this Zijin, it's sour and sweet. , appetizing and greasy..."

Mu Zijin obediently ate it.

Xiao Zhenye fed another hawthorn candy snowball, and Mu Zijin obediently ate it too.

So one feeds, one eats...