[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

Wang Zhao thought carefully about what An Zixuan said along the way, and it turned out that there were so many things about him that made her dissatisfied.

But for so many years, he has gotten used to this way of life. He lives in fear every day, lives in the smell of blood every day, and has to stab people with a knife every day, otherwise his life will be lost.

He even felt that he had never lived a human life. He was like a wild beast trapped in Gyeongju, and the knife and ax on his head would fall off at some point.

Now that he has broken free from the cage that trapped him and returned to this familiar palace, he feels strangely strange. The mother he cares about the most is right in front of him, but he doesn't even have the courage to look at her. Feeling lonely, unable to laugh even though she was around to make him happy.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that ruthlessness has become synonymous with him, and laughing is such a luxury for him.

"Why can't you smile more? Isn't it tiring to keep a straight face all day?" He recalled what An Zixuan said, recalling the scene where she poked his cheek with two fingers and forced the corners of his mouth to rise.

"That's right, our fourth prince looks really good when he smiles."

really?

Does laughing really suit him?

Wang Zhao looked at An Zixuan, who was biting the wormwood cake and smiling sweetly, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Is that right?

Then he saw An Zixuan's eyes widen, and the wormwood cake dropped from her mouth...

……

Wang Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth and lowered his head to eat the wormwood cake.

"Hey, are you angry?" An Zixuan, who had eaten, ran after Wang Zhao: "I was so surprised just now, you look really good when you smile, really!"

"Smile again, let's laugh again." An Zixuan said flatteringly, "Why don't you laugh and I'll smile for you?"

Wang Zhao stopped, turned his head and looked helplessly at An Zixuan who was hanging on his skirt, and saw her smiling at him like a flower, suddenly felt that the beauty of the lush green trees in midsummer had faded.

Then An Zixuan saw Wang Zhao, who had been expressionless for a second, lowering his eyebrows and smiling slightly in Guilan's weeping eyes, and the smile was all in her eyes.

The two of them formed a scene, but ten steps away, there was a pleasing exclamation from a person admiring the view.

"What did I say, the two of them are definitely not simple friends!" Xie Shu stretched out his hand to Wang Xu confidently: "Hey, you lost."

Wang Xu shook his head resignedly, took out a hardcover book from his pocket, and put it into Xie Shu's hand with some hesitation: "But I haven't finished drawing yet..."

"You keep on drawing, I keep on watching, who told me to find out!" After saying that, Xie Shu made a face, and ran away with the notebook in his arms, only Wang Xu followed slowly while smiling.

It was already late at night when I returned to the palace from the eighth prince’s house. I learned that tomorrow is Tianzhong Festival, which is the Dragon Boat Festival in Korea. In order to repay the eighth prince’s hospitality, An Zixuan took Wang Zhao to pick a large piece of bamboo leaves from the house to make a The small bucket of zongzi was left behind, and the servants were asked to add water to the big pot and cook overnight, so that they could be eaten for breakfast tomorrow.

Wang Zhao was a little dissatisfied with this. He hadn't tasted the delicacies newly created by An Zixuan, so it's so cheap?

No, he will also eat that thing called zongzi tomorrow morning.

Helpless, An Zixuan had no choice but to take Wang Zhaozhi to the imperial dining room to ask for glutinous rice, candied dates and marinated meat pieces, and picked bamboo leaves and Malian grass by herself in the bushes.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? If you want to eat, why don't you bring some back from the Eighth Prince? It's still a toss in the middle of the night." An Zixuan muttered dissatisfiedly while jumping high enough to reach the bamboo leaves on the branches. One night, if she wanted to eat zongzi tomorrow morning, she would have to get up before dawn to wrap them, and rush to the imperial dining room to cook them. In order to prevent those villains from playing tricks again, she had to sit there without blinking her eyes. At this time, the prince is worthy of being a prince, and the talent of tossing people is really innate.

"What are you mumbling about?" One hand lightly picked off the bamboo leaf that An Zixuan couldn't reach after dancing for a long time.

"Say you're tormenting people." An Zixuan glared at him angrily, and stuffed the bamboo leaves and horse lotus grass in the basket to Wang Zhao: "These are almost enough, you, take them back and soak them like rice. In the water.

After speaking, he walked back in stride.

She has to get up early tomorrow, so she has no time to chat with him here.

That night, An Zixuan went back and took a look at the several large water basins on the Zhanxing Terrace, and after making sure that there were no omissions, she fell down on the bed and fell asleep.

After fighting with people in the morning, and hanging out all day, and working for so long at night, An Zixuan was so tired that she just touched the pillow. Let's talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow, and I have to go to bed first when the sky falls.

This night, An Zixuan had no dreams and slept very well. Even Cui Zhimeng, who was watching the stars in the early five shifts, fell from the attic and did not wake her up. Cui Zhimeng got up very regularly, and An Zixuan always used him as an alarm clock Yes, when she woke up naturally, she looked outside and saw that the sun was already high.

An Zixuan's whole body trembled, the zongzi hadn't been wrapped yet!

Oh no, no, the imperial dining room must be extremely busy at this time, why would I give her another stove to cook rice dumplings!

Before she even had time to put on her clothes, An Zixuan rushed out with bare feet, only to find a rattan food box on the table, and Cui Zhimeng was sitting at the table and opened a rice dumpling to eat, her mouth full of rice grains.

"This is……"

An Zixuan walked over with a confused face: "You made this?"

Cui Zhimeng should have never seen zongzi, right?

"It's the fourth prince." Cui Zhimeng replied flatly, "I never thought that the fourth prince would make dim sum. It's really delicious. You should sit down and try one."

Is it Wang Zhao?

An Zixuan looked around, but Wang Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is the fourth prince?"

"The fourth prince went to the imperial study to study with the other princes." Seeing that Cui Zhimeng opened another rice dumpling, An Zixuan felt that if she didn't eat it again, she would be wrapped up by this fellow.

The zongzi are all triangular. When I was at Hachioji’s house yesterday, she was teaching him how to make zongzi. An Zixuan made four-cornered zongzi, but the apprentices she taught could only make triangular ones. Ma Liancao couldn’t tie slipknots. If you don't pinch it tightly, the rice will leak out. None of these rice dumplings are leak-free, and it looks like it was made by Wang Zhaobao.

An Zixuan took a bite of the zongzi, and felt a sense of accomplishment as if her son knew how to be grateful when he grew up.

Who said rebellious teenagers are not easy to discipline?This is not a successful example.

An Zixuan, who was overflowing with maternal love, happily ate rice dumplings, and the rebellious boy who had just finished class hurried back.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and finally finished making the zongzi.

These days, An Zixuan served him from morning to night, seeing her peaceful sleeping face, he also wanted to serve her once.

It seemed that after being with her, he did a lot of things.

The first time I laughed, the first time I made zongzi, the first time I got along with my brothers in harmony, the first time I didn’t act as a guy who broke the atmosphere, and I just fell with the boy, the old fourteen, and this boy became more and more powerful .

As Wang Zhao thought about it, he quickened his pace, turned the corner of the palace road, and saw An Zixuan coming towards him with a smile on his face: "Not bad, young man, you know how to sympathize with my hard work. I like this surprise very much."

"Is it delicious?" Wang Zhao slowed down, looked down at the elated An Zixuan, looking forward to the compliment.

"It's okay, but there's too much rice, the zongzi is bursting, and the Ma Liancao is too tight, it's almost cutting the zongzi into two pieces." An Zixuan walked and guided, and suddenly looked up. He looked at Wang Zhao with a disappointed look.

"What's the matter?" An Zixuan pinched his face, it was smooth and tender, and it felt really good.

"What you did...was it bad?" Wang Zhao's mood fell into a trough in an instant: "I have done it for a long time..."

An Zixuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Whoa, you did a good job as a beginner, and the fourth prince who never touches Yang Chunshui actually made breakfast for me. I'm very happy."

"Just be happy." Wang Zhao raised his hand to wipe off the fallen flowers on her head: "I am also very happy."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he strode towards Zhanxing Terrace, leaving An Zixuan alone in a daze, and came back after a while, seeing An Zixuan stupidly in place, shook his head, took her hand and left .

It's reassuring to have her by my side.

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