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Shen Mingan woke up from hunger in the middle of the night.

The child in his stomach was fussy, and he basically vomited out everything he ate in the past few days, and his stomach hurt from hunger after not long after sleeping.

Shen Mingan moved his body, but he was still hugged tightly by Lu Ciheng. Lu Ciheng's hand passed under his arm, and buried his head in his neck. Feeling his movements, his head rubbed unconsciously. he.

Outside, raindrops fell on the eaves regularly, and Shen Mingan nestled lazily in his warm embrace, actually not wanting to go out.

But he was so hungry that he was dizzy and flustered. Shen Mingan sat up from the bed, sat with his knees hugged for a while, then lightly moved over Lu Ciheng who was sleeping on the outside and got out of bed to find the oil lamp.

Shen Mingan couldn't see his fingers in the room, and Shen Mingan couldn't see clearly. He touched the table by memory, and accidentally knocked down the screen in the room. The screen fell to the ground with a sharp and piercing sound.

"Ming An?" Lu Ciheng woke up from his sleep, walked over to hug him a few steps, was relieved to see that he was fine, and said in shock, "I was scared to death, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little hungry, I want to go to the kitchen to find something to eat." Shen Mingan bit his lip and said apologetically, "Sorry for waking you up."

"I didn't sleep well." Lu Ciheng lit the oil lamp on the table, his brows and eyes softened, "It's raining so heavily outside, don't go out, you'll be sick again later. I'll give you what you want to eat you do."

Lu Ciheng's voice was calm. Seeing that he was silent, he asked as if he was afraid that he would not agree, "Do you want porridge? Or should I cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

His overtures were too obvious, and Shen Mingan was a little at a loss as to what to do. After a moment of daze, he said: "...It's fine."

"Okay." Lu Ciheng smiled happily and kissed him on the forehead like a person who made a mistake has been forgiven, "Then sit down for a while, and I will bring it to you later."

Shen Ming'an was a little absent-minded until Lu Ciheng went out. He took out a book to read, and after reading it for a long time without realizing it, most of the oil in the lamp burned out.

If he was too hungry, he wasn't that hungry anymore, but Lu Ciheng never came back. Shen Mingan frowned and looked at the pouring rain outside, and took an umbrella to look for him in the kitchen.

The small kitchen was brightly lit, and Shen Mingan could see Lu Ciheng busy in it from a distance. He put away his umbrella and pushed open the door to go in. He carefully hid the dough behind his back, making sure that Shen Mingan couldn't see him and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Lu Ciheng's sleeves and face were covered with white flour. Shen Mingan couldn't help smiling when he thought of how he rolled in the snow and stood up again when he made a snowman when he was a child.

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, Shen Mingan walked up to him, raised his head and wiped off the large flakes of flour on the side of his face with his fingertips, with a smile in his eyes, "Do you know how to knead dough?"

"I will. It's just kneading the noodles. How could I not?" Lu Ciheng wanted to make him a bowl of delicious and good-looking noodles, but he failed in the first step.

He made up his mind not to embarrass himself in front of Shen Mingan, and wiped the sticky flour on his clothes, "Go back to your room first, I'll finish it right away..."

Lu Ciheng pushed Shen Mingan out, and the mess on the long table behind him had nowhere to hide, and it fell into Shen Mingan's eyes completely.

There are more than a dozen doughs, big and small, on the table, but none of them are good, some are cracked because they are too hard, and some are wet and sticky on the cutting board because too much water is added. Several balls.The most eye-catching thing is the fried eggs and carrots in the bowl, all cut into gaudy peach shapes.

Shen Mingan laughed, and deftly poured the flour into the bowl, added a small amount of water into the center of the flour, kept stirring the water and flour with chopsticks to form flocs, added water one by one, and then kneaded the dough with his fists. rises, and soon the dough takes shape under his hands.

He put the dough aside and after waking up for a while, took it over and continued to knead it with his palms, and patiently said to Lu Ciheng: "The dough is very hard when it is just formed, you can put it aside for a while, and it will be fine when you knead it again." kneaded."

While Shen Mingan was talking and demonstrating to him, he was suddenly surrounded by people from behind. Lu Ciheng kneaded his face like him, and his slender fingers touched Shen Mingan intentionally or unintentionally, and the air flowed over his ear, "Is that so? ?”

"Hmm." Shen Mingan even breathed intertwined with him, he slowed down his movements distractedly, and stood aside.

Lu Ciheng was a quick learner, and Shen Mingan pointed out a few words. After kneading the dough, the remaining cut surface became smoother. He quickly brought a bowl of noodles to Shen Mingan, and looked at him expectantly with his chin resting.

This bowl of noodles is made lightly, the noodles are soft and smooth, not so hard, which is very suitable for Shen Mingan's taste, but he has a small appetite, and he can't eat much. Just as he was about to put down his chopsticks, Lu Ciheng said, "I've been making this for a long time. , you can eat a few more bites."

He raised his hand and shook it in front of Shen Mingan, and said aggrievedly: "Look, my hands are sore."

Shen Mingan felt relieved, picked up the chopsticks again, and was coaxed by him to finish the whole bowl.

Lu Ciheng watched with satisfaction that he even finished the soup, and while cleaning the dishes for him, he said casually: "When I was looking for flour just now, I saw medicine residue in the medicine stove. It smells really fishy. What are you eating? Are you unwell?"

Shen Ming'an became visibly flustered, and looked away from him, "It's prescribed by the imperial physician, it's a medicine for invigorating qi."

In these years, Shen Ming'an's frequent illnesses were largely due to him. Lu Ciheng knew in his heart how stupid he was before.

"...It's time to make up for it." After Lu Ciheng knew that those things were misunderstandings, he regretted it. He just wanted to treat him as well as possible, but he was afraid that Shen Mingan would resist him like before, so he said obliquely, "You The people in the mansion are all clumsy, they forgot to pour out the medicine dregs today, otherwise I will boil the medicine for you tomorrow? I also boiled the medicine for you in Dongyang Village before, they must not cook the medicine as well as I do."

Shen Mingan asked hesitantly: "Aren't you going to the palace tomorrow?"

"Don't go." Lu Ciheng lowered his face, his tone was disgusted and gloomy, and said impatiently: "I don't want to see the old man anymore, and I get annoyed when I see him. It's nothing to do with me anyway, doesn't he like the prince the most? If you need anything, just ask his precious prince."

When Lu Ciheng came out of Huaxing Hall, Lu Chengjing had lost his mind and fell into a coma. He killed Zhao Tianshi. Zhang Ling was the only person in the hall who knew all this. Zhang Ling knew how to deal with it.

He wished that Lu Chengjing would die immediately, but now that Lu Qingshi was the legitimate next emperor, Lu Chengjing deserved to die, but now is not the time.

Since Lu Ciheng wanted the throne, he naturally wanted the throne to fall into his hands dignifiedly and cleanly.