Chapter 508: Don’t tap the teacup three times.
What followed the cool breeze and crossed the window lattice was a light and strong black figure, landing quietly.
The visitor walked forward with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered, kneeling two steps away from the step bed, and presented a letter with both hands.
“Your Majesty.”
Gao Qian glanced at the water glass in his hand, put it aside gently, and stood up to lie down.
He took the letter and did not open it immediately. Instead, he walked to the desk and ran his pale fingers across the half-written paper on the desk, and then stroked the hair lying aside.
After a moment of silence, he took out a piece of yellow paper from the letter, spread it out and put it on a paperweight, then picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, writing word by word.
It is not the usual vigorous and free cursive script, but the dignified and elegant regular script that is only used occasionally: in accordance with the destiny, obey the destiny...
Finally, take something out of the arms , gently cover the signature.
Seal the letter with wax before handing it over: "Go ahead."
The person who came took it with both hands and bowed respectfully: "Yes."
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The firewood was a little damp, so it took a while to light it.
Liang Han looked at the fire that was burning more and more and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's been a long time since I've done anything like chopping wood for a fire.
I almost burned down the house.
The thick smoke choked his nose, Qian Ming stood aside with his waist crouched, wiping his tears while looking at the unhurried person in front of him, and sincerely admired him: "Your Majesty, how can you still light a fire to cook? "
Liang Huan was not in a good mood. Looking at the surprised and happy man, he had silently scolded Gao Qian two hundred and forty-nine times.
She stood by the stove and was worried. A clever woman can't make a meal without rice.
After rummaging through the kitchen house, there was only one yam root, two taro heads, and only the dregs at the bottom of the grain bag.
If you pick and choose, you can make a bowl of millet porridge with clear soup and little water.
Before they moved in, the small courtyard had been idle. Even if there was nothing edible, it was normal. At most, they would go out and buy some. But it was so late at night, so let’s make do...
< br>After putting the corn in the cauldron, Liang Huan picked up the yam and peeled it, then cut it with a knife to reveal the white and moist fruit inside.
There is a bright spot in the dark yard.
The rain was not heavy, just a steady patter. Gao Qian walked from the hut to the kitchen, with only a thin layer of moisture on his body.
Inside the door, two people squatted head-to-head, one peeling and the other washing.
Occasionally I heard them talking, nothing more than:
"Mother, do you think this is okay?"
"Yes."
"Mother, do you want to wash these two too?"
"Yes."
"Mother, please come with the younger one?"
"...Forget it. "
She obviously lowered her head, but Gao Qian could still see the reluctance written all over her face.
Maybe she didn't hear his footsteps, masked by the sound of raindrops outside and the sound of firewood in the stove.
Gao Qian watched quietly, the smile on his lips getting deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, the two people squatting on the ground looked over and suddenly saw him. They were stunned. One stared at him angrily, the other rubbed his hand on his clothes, and hurriedly came to help him.
Gao Qian coughed twice: "Um...it's not healed yet?"
It's not healed yet?
Do you think this is your chef?
Liang Huan gritted his teeth and endured it, lowering his head and not wanting to talk to him.
The hand holding the knife exerted all its strength.
Gao Qian took two steps closer, pointed at her hand and frowned: "Your hand, this is..."
Liang Huan stopped and looked at the itchy and painful back of her hand. Looking up from the red mark, he looked up and explained: "That's what yam is like. If you touch its juice, you will get a rash. Just clean it up after a while and rinse it with water and it will be fine."
Gao Qian stood aside and watched silently. Qian Ming fetched water again, and it was true as she said.
Somehow, he suddenly remembered the woman in the club during the day, and said to her with envy, your husband is so kind to you.
Actually, it’s not good at all. It's a pity that by the time he understood what it meant to be nice to her, it was too late...
Obviously he was the one with the best chance, but in the end he became the one with the least chance. The possible one.
Gao Qian took a slow breath and raised his head.
Liang Huan’s hand holding the small bowl paused slightly, then poured all the diced yam into the cauldron.
When the millet porridge is cooked, the taro will also be cooked.
On a rainy night, a steaming bowl of millet porridge and two bunches of roasted taro with spices smelled delicious.
“Eat.”
Liang Huan sat down opposite Gao Qian and supported his head with one hand.
"Okay."
Gao Qian's eyes fell on the porridge bowl in front of him, but from the corner of his eye, he quietly looked at the sleepy and listless person opposite.
At the beginning, she told him what He'an Lady Lu Ying's concubine Sun Liangping was. According to her understanding, Guangping Princess Lou Yunchu hated him deeply. After Lu Ying's death, she even looked for opportunities to suppress and retaliate. , that although Sun Liangping is a despicable villain, he is still somewhat useful...
She yawned as she spoke.
Before he could finish the bowl of porridge, the person opposite was lying on the table with his face sideways, and his breathing gradually became softer.
Whenever she is with him, she is most gentle when she is asleep.
Gao Qian put down his spoon and looked at her quietly without any scruples.
It wasn't until Liang Huan was completely asleep that he got up and carried her to the bed, then lifted up his clothes and sat on the footrest in front of the bed.
This scene seems to have returned to the side hall of Hanguang Hall last winter. Every night, he would walk through the dark and cold hall, using the excuse of nightmares to talk to her. .
He turned his head and glanced out the window, not expecting that more than a year would be so short.
Gao Qian gently stroked her temple hair: "If I am no longer here, will someone fold a wintersweet for you this winter to accompany you to sleep?"
He lowered his head, if Wu Di sighed: "In the coming year, for whom will you break off the first spring peach..."
The room was silent for a long time.
Gao Qian retracted his hand, stood up and walked outside.
During this sleep, Liang Huan slept in a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was bright outside the window. He couldn't tell whether it was morning or afternoon, let alone what time it was.
With sleepy eyes, I just felt that something was wrong. Suddenly I saw clearly where I was, my scalp went numb, and I sat up instantly.
How did she sleep on Gao Qian's bed?
He lowered his head hurriedly, his clothes intact.
Then he shook his head again. If he really wanted to do something, why wait until today?
Besides, he actually preferred teasing her deliberately rather than actually doing anything to her.
Liang Huan looked around and saw no trace of him at all, and no movement was heard outside.
As soon as I got off the ground and put on my shoes, someone walked in, it was Gao Qian.
Qian Ming followed closely, holding the meal.
Liang Huan frowned and stared at Gao Qian, wondering why he was so crazy.
It's not unusual to wear a short coat of coarse cloth, but with such a face -
Not only is it against the rules, it's also very funny.
Gao Qian tilted his head and looked at her: "You haven't woken up yet?"
Liang Huan pointed to his clothes: "What are you?"
Gao Qian He put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "After dinner, let's go out."
Liang Huan was confused. If he remembered correctly, there didn't seem to be anyone he wanted to meet today...
Gao Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and took out a set of clothes from behind, a woman's.
"You will wear this in a while."
(End of this chapter)