Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The bedroom has been quiet for a long time, and Gu Yunxi is a little uncomfortable. He slowly pokes his head out of the quilt, opens an eye mischievously, and keeps looking around.

On the corner table, the wax is half remnant, and the candle tears at the copper stand are winding.

On the soft blanket of dragons and phoenixes on the ground, jujubes, peanuts, longans and lotus seeds rolled down from the bed.

The interior furnishings are like yesterday, with red window paper, red wedding curtains, and five-color sachet pendants, all of which are the ultimate rendering of the warmth of this wedding room.

"Supervisor... Husband..."

Yunxi wrapped his body with brocade, only showing two pure white shoulders, and yelled sweetly outside the door.

No one should.

When I lowered my head, I saw all the marks, mottled and lingering, silently reminding her that something had changed.

When Yun Xi thought of Leng Qingtang's madness last night, and the various Meng Lang words that she had said in her ear, her blushing and heartbeat made her blush, her mouth pouting and she retracted into the quilt again.

Tossing around in bed a few times, the strong feeling of fasting made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Being annoyed, the gentle sound of the door brought in a fragrant smell.

"Lady, rice is here."

The red tent was lifted, and the white light beam sent a figure of Xin Chang Luo Tuo to the bed.

Leng Qingtang smiled and stretched out his long arms, and picked up his little wife in her arms, with a lovely voice:

"Lady, be good, get up for dinner."

Yun Xi sniffed and smirked happily.

"It smells so good, I'm hungry. Husband, can you help me bring that grass-colored smoke-water pattern Confucian skirt."

Leng Qingtang's eyebrows are curved, like a sly fox, with a deep and complicated smile:

"It was really hard for the lady to serve her husband last night. Don't get up if you don't want to get up. Just eat in bed and let her husband serve the lady to eat."

As he said, he bent down and took the square Kang table and placed it at Yunxi's feet. He put a plate of roasted carp, a bowl of white rice and a bowl of sweet jujube millet porridge on the table, and then said:

"There are no pickles and porridge here, so let's take a look at the lady."

Seeing the fragrant grilled fish, Yunxi immediately became energetic and grabbed Mu Zhizi and said cheerfully:

"This is already very good. I am so happy to be able to eat the rice my husband personally cooks for me! As for the pickles, I will pickle some when I have time."

With a bite of fish, Yun Xi chewed with happiness.

She blinked her watery apricot eyes to look at the handsome man, and asked in a cute manner:

"Husband, come and eat together, don't always watch me eat."

Leng Qingtang smiled softly, her long fingers picked up the little woman's long hair and pressed her behind her ears, and said,

"I'm satisfied just watching you eat. What is a beautiful meal? This is it!"

"Husband..."

Yunxi was embarrassed by the praise, and a trace of blush climbed onto her crystal cheeks. She frowned and complained sourly.

Leng Qingtang smiled even more, stirred up a spoonful of white rice, fed it to Yun Xi's mouth, pinched the rice grains on her lips, and murmured:

"I am also very happy and happy to marry a good lady like you. Come and have a bite of rice. When it comes to cooking, my craft is no better than you, and I can't cook vegetables. Don't blame the lady."

"My husband does everything I like to eat. But this meal is very special, with the sweet smell of butter. Did the husband cook in it?"

Leng Qingtang's eyebrows moved, a little proud:

"It takes hours to set up a firewood to cook new white rice. I was worried that the lady was hungry for too long, so I took the butter that Huaer brought from the ice cellar, melted it and fry it in a hot pan with the remaining cooked rice yesterday. Just add a little bit of salt flower, and the lady will feel good after eating it."

Gu Yunxi stared at Leng Qingtang in disbelief, and suddenly rushed to his chest:

"Husband, you are so amazing, you have also learned to break the routine and devote yourself to new delicacies!"

Leng Qingtang pouted: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, carefully spill the bowl."

Three grilled crucian carp served with a whole bowl of butter bibimbap, and drank half a bowl of millet porridge. Gu Yunxi rubbed his stomach contentedly and stretched his waist against the wall.

Leng Qingtang wiped her mouth with a clean veil, her voice was very gentle:

"The lady is full?"

Yunxi's eyes were gleaming, and he nodded firmly:

"Well, I'm full, thank you husband. But, aren't you hungry and don't need to eat?"

She tilted her head curiously and looked at him, who was wearing a black robe, curious.

People are iron rice is steel.

No matter how capable the governor's husband is, he is also an individual. It is impossible to live without pretending to be alive.

After fighting for a whole night, he got up and was busy cooking and cooking. Is he really hungry at this time?

Leng Qingtang took down the kang table and ate, and sat back on the bed without hurries.

"What are you doing?"

Yun Xi frowned, seeing a wicked smile in his deep eyes, vaguely with an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the eight hundred serious old man was revealed in the next moment, and he leaped forward, his eyes burning like two fires:

"The lady is full, it is time to eat for her husband!"

"Wow, I hate—"

The two were entangled and rolled together again with a laugh...

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The autumn wind is getting cooler, the sky is high and the clouds are shallow. The roses in the courtyard are in ruins. The mountains and rivers in the distance faded away from Tsing Yi and changed into gold makeup, and there were beautiful sights everywhere.

Yunxi sets up a small table under the corridor, with rows of plates and cans full of various colors.

She was sitting on the side of the table, and was working hard at something with Usuki.

Leng Qingtang got up during the day and saw that the bed was half empty. She wore a sapphire blue moiré and cut silk cloak and went down to the first floor to find his lady.

Newly married Yaner, time after time of physical and mental fusion, this 30-year-old man can taste unprecedented joy and satisfaction.

He felt like he had become a free fish, swimming freely in the boundless sea.

After that, he didn't want to be separated from his beloved Xiaojiao wife. He really wanted to be tired of being with her all the time.

There were strange beatings where the wind chimes rang.

Leng Qingtang pushed out the door, and saw her little wife looking back, smiling An Ran's delicate and beautiful face.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Leng Qingtang squatted, circled her behind her, rubbed her straight nose against the top of her head, and then dropped a kiss:

"It's windy, it's frozen carefully."

He took off the cloak and wrapped it around her, he turned his head and looked at the tabletop, picked up a small porcelain plate in his hand, and smelled:

"Oh, it's spices."

The smile on Yunxi's face was quiet, and he spoke lightly:

"It's all spices such as nutmeg, tangerine peel, cloves, and fennel. Husband, I have read Niangqin's book a few days ago, which mentions a method for preparing'ten spice soup.'

I looked for it in the stove, and found that Huaer left a lot of spices, which can be used to prepare this soup. When it gets cold in winter, I can use these ten-spice soups to stew all kinds of delicious and nutritious soups for you! "

"Thank you lady."

Seeing her happily talking, Leng Qingtang felt happy too, and kissed her love face hard, and said eagerly:

"Come on, I'll do it for you."

Yun Xi shook his head, and only pulled the bench: "Lord, just sit and watch."

He has been fighting day and night in the past two days, which is exhausting enough to think about.

She felt sorry for him and couldn't bear him to intervene in these trivial matters.

Yunxi smashed the pestle on one wall, and said to Leng Qingtang:

"Well, husband, your butter bibimbap gave me a lot of inspiration yesterday. I am going to reprocess this ten-spicy soup from my mother, and combine it with butter to make a versatile base."

Leng Qingtang's brows frowned as he heard the clouds in the mist:

"What is omnipotent?"

Yun Xi pursed his lips, full of confidence:

"It is a mysterious base material that can be used not only in soup, but also in frying and shabu-shabu.":,,