Jin Yi Kill

In recent years, the wind is blowing, red lanterns are hung up in every household, and hawkers are pushing carts to sell New Year's goods in the streets and alleys. No matter what happens in the year, the new year is always here.

In the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion, the servants also walked in a hurry, busy in and out. In December, Prince Aichong passed away. The emperor lost his mother and son this year. The emperor was so grieved that he ordered that there would be no festivals in the palace this year. This is the case inside the palace, and the nobles outside are also holding back their strength, for fear of attracting the emperor's taboo.

And Zhenyuan Hou's mansion is even more so. Although it is a good thing to give marriage, but the Hou Ye will go to war soon, the old lady and Mrs. Tai are really not happy, how can they have the mind to organize the New Year's banquet. In the main courtyard, Fu Tingzhou was explaining the next staffing arrangements to the housekeeper, when suddenly there was a voice outside the window. Fu Tingzhou glanced out lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

A young servant walked in quickly and saluted Fu Tingzhou: "Master Hou, the old lady has sent someone here."

Fu Tingzhou sighed secretly, daring to ignore his rules, and the only one who couldn't get rid of him if he came uninvited was his mother. The Chen family has made trouble here, and Fu Tingzhou can't do it if he doesn't show up. Fu Tingzhou stood up, but walked very slowly. On the way, he said to the housekeeper: "After I leave, the affairs of the house will be arranged according to the arrangements I just said, especially those key parts, which cannot be changed no matter what. , you say this is what I explained."

The "someone" in Fu Tingzhou's words basically refers to his father Fu Chang and his mother Chen Shi. These two people are confused, but they are still more confident than the other. Maybe they will take over the affairs of the Hou Mansion "kindly" when Fu Tingzhou leaves Beijing. Fu Tingzhou didn't dare to let them take care of it. It is better to let domestic servants make decisions than to let them be their advisors.

Fu Tingzhou was quite tired thinking of this. He was going to fight in Datong. The road ahead was difficult and dangerous, but he still had to worry about what was behind him. What's even more ironic is that it was not outsiders who caused him trouble, but his blood relatives.

If Qingqing was in the house, why would he be so constrained?

As soon as the idea came up, Fu Tingzhou quickly stopped. The housekeeper followed Fu Tingzhou and responded one by one, obviously knowing the virtues of his grandfather and old lady.

The housekeeper saw that Fu Tingzhou was so busy these days that he lost weight in just a few days, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Don't worry, Lord Hou, the old slave will take care of the Hou mansion. Lord Hou, the old lady does not care about things all the year round, and you don't understand how difficult it is to be in charge of the house. You have to be busy with things outside, and you can't always stare at the mansion. If there is a sensible mistress, Lord Hou should be able to save a lot of trouble."

Fu Tingzhou laughed at himself, yes, if Wang Yanqing was here, Fu Tingzhou would get the chance to lead the army, and now he is ready to go, why would he worry about how to pack the luggage, how to arrange the manpower, and how the Hou Mansion will run after he leaves. This time, Fu Tingzhou arranged it by himself, and only then did he realize that there were so many troubles behind the trivial matters of life that he despised.

It turned out that he used to be able to yearn for the outside world and leave his hands behind and ignore the family affairs because someone silently helped him bear it. He has never worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation in all these years, and he has never felt that traveling is a hassle. When he wanted to go out on a horseback ride, he just had to say one word. After that, someone would help him with the packing. There were medicines, clothes, and all the things he could think of that he couldn't think of. As long as he needed it, he would definitely find it.

Everything is easy and natural, and just right, so that Fu Tingzhou feels that it is very easy to deal with the trivial matters of life, and it can be taken care of with just a stick of incense.

Wang Yanqing was like air and water to him. When he had it, he couldn't feel her existence. After she left, he realized that it was impossible to move anywhere.

When she first disappeared, Fu Tingzhou was angry and resentful, and he was filled with a sense of mission to save her, as if she could not live without him. Later, Fu Tingzhou slowly discovered that even if she lost her memory and woke up in a strange place, she could still live well, but he couldn't live without her.

Chen's people were still waiting outside, but Fu Tingzhou stopped in front of the door, looking sad and missing, obviously thinking of someone. The housekeeper was stunned. Most of the people Fu Tingzhou thought were not what the housekeeper hoped, and the housekeeper had to hint again: "Master Hou, the emperor gave you and Miss Hong San's marriage, which is a great honor. It's decided, but you are going to fight in Datong. I don't know how many years you will go. Miss Hong San has been staying in her boudoir. Did you get married?"

This is not only the meaning of the Chen family and Mrs. Tai, but also the meaning of the Yongping Houfu. No one can tell how long it will take to fight this kind of thing. It can be as short as a few months, or as long as five or six years. Hong Wanqing can't be dragged out of the cabinet all the time, right?

There is no need to pay attention to pomp and circumstance at this time. If the six ceremonies are not finished, they will not leave. If the marriage is done quickly, the Fu family and the Hong family can breathe a sigh of relief. The emperor deliberately gave Fu Tingzhou a marriage before he set off on the expedition, and he could understand the Fu family's approach even if he wanted to.

Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Tai mentioned it several times in a veiled way, but Fu Tingzhou should not understand it. He was determined to go to Datong to fight. As for the marriage, he completely ignored it.

Chen Shi was so anxious to get angry that even the housekeeper couldn't sit still and quietly reminded Fu Tingzhou. The housekeeper understood Fu Tingzhou's thoughts. Fu Tingzhou and Wang Yanqing grew up under the eyes of their old servants. At that time, the old marquis and his servants thought that the two would be husband and wife in the future, and it was a good thing for a husband and wife to have mutual understanding, so they all turned a blind eye to it. Who would have known that when the two children grew up, they would make such a big mess.

At first, Fu Tingzhou proposed to marry Yongping Marquis Mansion and leave Wang Yanqing as his concubine. Although the housekeeper felt sorry for Wang Yanqing, he was the servant of the Fu family after all. say.

A person cannot be ignorant of his conscience. Once he is selfish, he will make more and more mistakes later on. Wang Yanqing fell off the cliff, and the Hou Ye was looking for someone like crazy, and he didn't even care about the marriage with the Yongping Hou Mansion. The Fu family realized that Wang Yanqing's position in Fu Tingzhou's heart seemed to be much more important than they thought.

But they still didn't take it seriously at that time. It was just a woman. Fu Tingzhou couldn't find it for a few days, and he must gradually lose interest. However, Fu Tingzhou searched like crazy for a few months, and then ran to fight Lu Heng. And Lu Heng fought with Fu Tingzhou as if he had taken the wrong medicine.

The housekeeper looked at what Fu Tingzhou had done during this time, and was terrified. Even the prince didn't dare to provoke Jinyiwei easily, but Fu Tingzhou was in control of the power and was bold and careful. He was the most difficult commander of Jinyiwei since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Can this be a good thing?

Especially during the Southern Tour, when Fu Tingzhou came back one night, his body was covered in blood and his face was pale. If he was hit hard, Lang Zhong said that if he returned a little later, his life would be in danger. The Fu family's cronies were scared to death, and repeatedly asked who did it. Fu Tingzhou never said a word, and the housekeeper vaguely guessed who it was.

The housekeeper was struck by lightning, but the horror was still to come. After this incident, Fu Tingzhou seemed to have suffered heavy losses, and he has been unhappy since then.

After Fu Tingzhou toured Beijing, he ordered the housekeeper to sort out Wang Yanqing's things. Many things passed through the butler's hands, and he slowly completed the outline of the whole thing. Wang Yanqing seemed to have lost his memory and surrendered to Lu Heng, but their Hou Ye was still infatuated and insisted on "rescuing" Wang Yanqing back.

Something more deadly than going right with Lu Heng appeared, robbing Lu Heng of a woman. The housekeeper was dying, but he couldn't tell anyone. Fortunately, the emperor gave Fu Tingzhou and Hong Wanqing a marriage. Now the housekeeper is full of hope that Hong Wanqing will go through the door quickly. Maybe there are no other women around the Hou Ye, so I can't forget Wang Yanqing. If there are more women, it should be faded.

When Fu Tingzhou heard the housekeeper's words, his face was pale, and he didn't think about it at all, and said, "The military order is like a mountain, and the situation on the front line is changing rapidly. How can there be time to delay the marriage."

The housekeeper was very disappointed, but not unexpected. He carefully looked at Fu Tingzhou's face, and finally hesitantly, he said boldly: "Master Hou, you are right to be worried about the battlefield, but you can't be careless about lifelong events. Miss Hong San is your future wife. You marry her as soon as possible. Good for everyone."

Fu Tingzhou turned his head and stared at the housekeeper coldly. The housekeeper was drenched in cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in.

Fu Tingzhou talked about the righteousness of the family and the country, but who didn't know that he was actually thinking about Wang Yanqing by delaying his marriage? Wang Yanqing has already fallen into Lu Heng's hands. Even if Lu Heng gets tired of playing in the future and sends Wang Yanqing back to Zhenyuan Hou's Mansion, could it be that Fu Tingzhou can still have something to do with Wang Yanqing?

That will put the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, Yongping Marquis Mansion, and even the emperor's face.

What Fu Tingzhou can't hear the most now is the word "gift marriage". The crowd congratulated him, his parents laughed and prepared for the wedding, everyone around him was happy, but he seemed to have fallen into the waves, dizzy, and didn't know where he was.

He regretted it. But Lu Heng didn't give him any room for remedy at all.

Fu Tingzhou's throat was dry, he stuck for a while, and then he said hoarsely: "Sit down on your own business, don't worry about other things."

Chen's people waited for a long time in the cold wind and finally saw Fu Tingzhou. Fu Tingzhou knew that his mother's troubles were endless, so he could only go to Chen's place in person. As soon as Mr. Chen saw Fu Tingzhou, he immediately pulled Fu Tingzhou to sit down and chattered: "Master Hou, do you really want to leave? The weather has turned cold again these few days. Why don't you wait until the new year before leaving?"

"No." Fu Tingzhou said with an expressionless face, "The military order is like a mountain. If the military plane is delayed, it will be a crime of ransom and death."

Chen sighed, Fu Tingzhou said "the death penalty", Chen couldn't persuade his son to die, so he said earnestly: "Have you packed your luggage? Have you brought food? You are surrounded by men, and men are not careful when packing. , or I will send someone to help you clean up?"

These words didn't even enter Fu Tingzhou's ears, and were rejected mercilessly: "No."

"Then you bring two people to serve? I don't know how long it will take you to go. You can't be without a caring person by your side."

"You can't bring women into the military camp."

"Yes." Mrs. Chen sighed in disappointment, and then said cautiously, "Without a maid, then you should arrange the wedding before you leave? Mrs. Yongping Hou told me that Miss San is a person who understands righteousness and doesn't care about politeness. , it doesn’t matter if the wedding is rushed. It’s also a good story for the woman to come in early to take care of her in-laws and manage the family business when her husband is out on an expedition.”

"The emperor has already ordered." Fu Tingzhou said coldly without any change in his eyes, "Let's set off immediately without delay."

Chen Shi was rejected one after another, no matter how slow she was, she should have seen it. Chen shi's face turned down, and he asked with restraint: "I don't know how long it will take you to leave. The girl is waiting for you, and our family can't help but say something. If you don't see Miss Hong San before you set off, it's safe to do so. girl's heart."

"The next itinerary has been set, I am afraid there is no time."

There is no time for Chinese New Year, no time to get married in advance, and no time to even meet people. Chen Shi finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked with a cold face, "Do you have no time, or do you not want to see him? Lord Hou, how long has it been, do you still miss Wang Yanqing?"

Fu Tingzhou stood up with a snort, and saluted the Chen family standardly and indifferently, saying, "I have other business, my mother is safe, and my son retire."

"You..." Chen slapped the table angrily and scolded, "Stop for me, I'm your mother, don't you even listen to me?"

Fu Tingzhou ignored him at all, turned around and walked out. When he went out, he heard Mrs. Chen shouting angrily: "Injustice, really injustice! It's impossible for her and you, can't you treat her as dead?"

Fu Tingzhou put down the curtain, and without looking back, strode into the cold wind.

He walked very fast, the wind passed by him, and the only sound in his ears could be the cries of the wind and the dead branches. After a long time, Fu Tingzhou calmed down and heard the voice of the world again.

Chen's words were like a sharp knife, stabbing **** wounds in his heart.

It's impossible for her and you, can't you treat her dead?

Yes, they are no longer possible. Even if he exposes Lu Heng's lies and tells Wang Yanqing the truth, it is impossible for her to come back to him again. Perhaps as Chen said, when Wang Yanqing died on the icy cliff in December last year, and there will be no intersection from now on, it will be the best ending.

However, she is clearly not dead, how can Fu Tingzhou pretend that she doesn't know?

Fu Tingzhou didn't know how long he stood in the cold wind, until he felt numb, and finally moved and walked in one direction like a puppet.

However, this direction is not to return to his house, but to Wang Yanqing's residence.

Fu Tingzhou stopped in front of the door and didn't go in. He closed his eyes, and the ink on the desk, the ancient books on the bookshelf, and the ornaments on the Duobao Pavilion appeared in front of him. Everything stays the same, as if someone is still using them.

As long as he didn't open the door, he wouldn't see the dust accumulated on the bookshelf, and the room was filled with desolation. He could deceive himself, and she was still there.

Coming from the southern tour, Fu Tingzhou has less and less courage to open the door. He used their ten years of memory to save Wang Yanqing, but she didn't trust him, she would rather trust a strange man.

Yes, he doesn't even know what Wang Yanqing likes to eat, why should Wang Yanqing believe him?

Fu Tingzhou stood in front of the door and didn't move for a long time. Footsteps came from behind, and someone coughed deliberately. Fu Tingzhou looked back indifferently, and when he saw the person coming, his face became a little better.

At this time, he didn't like others to disturb him, but it was her former maid Jade, and Fu Tingzhou was willing to be more patient. Fu Tingzhou asked, "What are you doing here?"

Feicui saluted Fu Tingzhou and asked in a low voice, "Master Hou, the servants have all the things you asked the servants to prepare. When will they be delivered to the girl?"

Fu Tingzhou was slightly stunned when he heard Feicui's words. After he rescued Wang Yanqing on the southern tour, but was beaten down by Lu Heng, Fu Tingzhou immediately sent people to prepare witnesses and evidence when he returned to the capital. With so much evidence to corroborate it, he would have to see how Lu Heng could sophistry. He had been preparing for so long, but now he hesitated.

Even if he proves that Lu Heng is fake, what is the use of breaking Wang Yanqing's dream? After the marriage decree was promulgated, Fu Tingzhou was ashamed to let Wang Yanqing go back to the Marquis Mansion of Zhenyuan. If she were to be placed in a house outside, what would she be?

No matter how well he concealed it and how tightly guarded it was, he couldn't prevent Lu Heng or the Hong family. If Fu Tingzhou ignores her for the sake of being happy for a while, and doesn't mention her status, I'm afraid she won't be able to give her even the most basic security.

What qualifications does he have to meet Wang Yanqing and let her go with him?

Fu Tingzhou was silent for a moment in the wind, and finally shook his head very slowly. The short two words were like a big deal: "Forget it."

Not to mention Lu Heng, he didn't even have the ability to compete with Yongping Houfu. Let's talk about these things when he comes back from the battlefield and has enough strength to protect her.

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Because the prince died young, the whole capital was quiet and did not dare to attract the emperor's eyes. The twelfth lunar month in the 12th year of Jiajing passed very peacefully, but under the turbulent appearance, there was a violent change of power.

The first assistant Zhang Jinggong was suspended, and Fu Tingzhou, the marquis of Zhenyuan, went to Datong to lead the troops. On December 20th, Fu Tingzhou left the capital, and on December 24th, the imperial court had a holiday.

Officials of the whole dynasty ushered in a long vacation of nearly a month, and Lu Heng rarely had a few days of leisure. This year the emperor was in a bad mood and no one dared to cause trouble. Lu Heng was fortunate to have had a very clean year.

There are only two masters, Wang Yanqing and Lu Heng, in the Lu Mansion in the capital. There are no relatives to deal with, and there is no big family that pays attention to the rules. You can come as you feel comfortable. Wang Yanqing came to Lu Heng and handed him a list: "Brother, this is the menu for this year's New Year's Eve, what do you think?"

Lu Heng didn't care about what to eat, he only cared about whether it was poisonous or not. Lu Heng took it and glanced at it. The dishes are quite satisfactory, the taste is light and healthy, and it is not easy to be poisoned, so he nodded and said, "Yes, just follow this arrangement."

Seeing Lu Heng's actions, Wang Yanqing snorted softly, "You didn't even see it."

These words have been repeated over and over again, and the ending is even more prolonged and aggravated, full of accusations. Lu Heng's heart melted when he saw her pouting and staring at people. He stretched his hand to the other side of the table, held Wang Yanqing's hand, and said with a smile, "I saw it. As long as it is arranged by you, I like it."

Wang Yanqing gestured and drew her hands, but she couldn't break free from Lu Heng's strength. She raised her eyes and gave him a hard look: "Perfunctory."

"Really not." Lu Heng felt that the short one in the middle was a hindrance, so he switched to the other side and sat down next to Wang Yanqing, "Qingqing is perfect, whatever you do is good. Can the dishes you choose be bad?"

Lu Heng's eyes are slightly lighter in color than others, like a puddle of water, sparkling in the sun. When he's not smiling, he always smiles three times. At this moment, he is still wrapping Wang Yanqing's hand and looking at Wang Yanqing with serious eyes. A very slick sentence, when he said it, it was very demagogic.

Wang Yanqing couldn't help but smile, took out her hand and put away the menu, and sighed: "After all, there are too few people in the house, and the New Year's Eve dinner is too extravagant, and too little deserted, no matter how you arrange it."

Lu Heng raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "It's just the two of us, isn't it?"

"It's not bad, it just feels empty and doesn't feel like New Year's Eve."

Wang Yanqing didn't feel like it was New Year's Eve, but this was not enough. Lu Heng asked, "Then we went out?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head, his face still showing no interest: "The restaurant is too noisy, and the dishes may not be relieved, there is no need."

Lu Heng clenched Wang Yanqing's hand and said, "You can do whatever you want. You don't have to save money for me. You can't be unhappy during the holidays. What do you want to do?"

Wang Yanqing's eyes moved, thinking of something, and pursing his lower lip in embarrassment. Seeing her movement, Lu Heng immediately said, "Don't move."

Wang Yanqing was taken aback and looked at Lu Heng with wide eyes, not daring to move. Lu Heng covered her cheeks with both hands, and said solemnly, "I have learned a lot from studying with you these days, and I have also learned a lot of the ability to observe words. Don't say it, let me guess what you are thinking now. You blink, you must be thinking of it. What, but I find it troublesome, I am afraid that I will not agree, so I am embarrassed to say it, right?"

Wang Yanqing's eyes widened in surprise, and Lu Heng knew that he had guessed right. Lu Heng held Wang Yanqing's face and unceremoniously pecked her lips, saying, "Needless to say, I know I guessed right. This is the reward, I took it myself."

He made his own reference, marked his own papers, and awarded awards himself. Wang Yanqing laughed and pushed his shoulder angrily: "Don't make trouble."

Lu Heng sat on her shoulders and asked, "What did you think of just now?"

Wang Yanqing's eyes twitched slightly, but instead of cooperating, she deliberately said, "Didn't you say that you have learned a lot of skills of observing words, what do you think?"

Wang Yanqing kicked the ball back to Lu Heng, but he turned against him. Lu Heng raised his eyebrows, looked at Wang Yanqing with a half-smile, and said, "I'll take it seriously when you say that. But we agreed in advance. If I guess it, the reward will be more than a kiss."

In fact, no matter how strong Lu Heng's observation ability and logical thinking are, it is impossible for him to guess what Wang Yanqing was thinking. But Lu Heng's past achievements were too brilliant, Wang Yanqing was so guilty of being cheated by him, and he didn't dare to bet with him. Wang Yanqing bit her lip slightly, and confessed to herself: "It's nothing, I just think it's too deserted for two people to have a New Year's Eve dinner. There's nothing else to do except eat. It might be better if we cook by ourselves."

Wang Yanqing spoke very slowly, his tone turned low, and his eyes kept peeking at Lu Heng's expression. For women, cooking a meal by hand is nothing, but for men, this requirement is a bit out of line.

A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and ordinary men are reluctant to enter the kitchen, let alone a second-rank high-ranking official like Lu Heng. Wang Yanqing saw that Lu Heng didn't speak, and quickly said, "I just said casually, cooking is too troublesome, so forget it..."

"As long as you are with me, it's not troublesome to do anything." Lu Heng intercepted her words and said, "New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion. Of course, the New Year's Eve dinner should be cooked with the family. As long as you don't mind the trouble."

Wang Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, she never expected that Lu Heng would agree. Wang Yanqing's eyes lit up immediately, and her voice raised her voice: "Then I will let the kitchen prepare and change the menu. Some dishes are too troublesome. Brother, do you have any requests?"

Lu Heng shook his head and said with a smile that he would let Wang Yanqing arrange, but in fact he sighed for himself.

He hesitated just now, not because he was afraid of what others would say, or that he disliked going into the kitchen and losing face of a man. Ask him to say that if a man's face needs to be advertised by not cooking or not at home, then there is no need for this face to exist. He hesitated because he didn't know it at all.

This is a field that he has never been involved in. In case of any accident, he doesn't even know how to make excuses. Wang Yanqing rushed out to prepare, but Lu Heng pinched his brows with a headache.

Although based on what he knew about Fu Tingzhou, Fu Tingzhou should not do anything like cooking with a woman. But what if?

If Fu Tingzhou once cooked with Wang Yanqing, and if Wang Yanqing still has lingering memories, when he enters the kitchen and finds that Lu Heng can't know anything, wouldn't it be exposed? Could it be that Lu Heng still pretends to be good at cooking?

This is too difficult for Lu Heng.

Lu Heng considered it again and again, and finally decided to take a gamble. The New Year's Eve is coming soon. The kitchen heard that the two masters will cook in person today. The kitchen was tidy up early, and the dishes that should be washed and cut are also ready. In order not to delay the New Year's Eve dinner, Wang Yanqing pulled Lu Heng to the kitchen in the afternoon.

Wang Yanqing knew how to cook and was no stranger to the kitchen, but this was the first time Lu Heng set foot in this place. He has always thought that cooking is a magical thing. Things that can be seen everywhere are brought into the kitchen, and when they come out, they become a variety of dishes. However, when he was there, he realized that the kitchen was not mysterious, and the delicate dishes were also cut with knives.

The difference is probably that Jin Yiwei's knife cuts the living, while the kitchen knife cuts the dead.

Wang Yanqing walked around the kitchen and decided to stew the fish first. The cook has already cleaned the fish, soaked it in the bucket, and even tick the fishing line. Wang Yanqing rolled up his sleeves, and Lu Heng saw it and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Wang Yanqing pointed to the fish in the bucket and said, "The fish should be simmered slowly, put the fish soup on the stove first, and then cook other dishes slowly."

Lu Heng didn't understand this kind of thing, but he knew that it was the end of the twelfth year, and Wang Yanqing couldn't touch cold water. He untied Wang Yanqing's sleeve and asked, "What should I do?"

"Take the fish out and make a few cuts on the side. I'll get the knife."

"No." Lu Heng held Wang Yanqing's hand, "It's too dangerous, let me do it."

The kitchen knife had already been washed and placed on the chopping board. When Lu Heng picked up the kitchen knife, the first feeling was awkward. The length is not right, and the weight is not right. This is not his embroidery spring knife. Holding the knife, he feels **** for the first time: "How far should you go?"

Wang Yanqing was stunned when he heard it: "Just draw a few knives, it's convenient and delicious, and it doesn't have to be to any extent."

Lu Heng held the knife, the tip of the knife slanted into the fish's body, and stopped at a small and stable distance. Wang Yanqing watched from the side, and rubbed his arms silently: "Why do I think your actions are strange, like torture on this fish..."

Lu Heng thought silently, Wang Yanqing's feeling might not be wrong. After Lu Heng made the first cut, he had a measure in his heart. The subsequent movements were extremely smooth, the cuts were thin and flat, and each cut stopped at the same depth.

Wang Yanqing put the fish into the pot, fry it slightly, then took it out and transferred it to the casserole. Lu Heng stood by, handing her the ingredients she needed, and finally adding water and covering the casserole. Lu Heng looked at it and was very surprised: "Is this all right?"

"Yes." Wang Yanqing said, "Just wait until it slowly boils into white."

Lu Heng thought for a while, and said after a while, "I don't think the errand of Supervisor Shang Shan is that difficult."

"Three meals a day may seem simple, but it is easy to cook, but difficult to eat well. The meals in the palace look like vegetarian dishes, but they are actually very labor-intensive. Those who are not skilled in this way can't make them." Said, Wang Yanqing glanced at Lu Heng lightly, "Besides, even if you have learned it, can you still go and rob the Shangshan Supervisor?"

Lu Heng gave her a fixed look, nodded and smiled, and said very kindly: "You are getting more and more courageous. Do you think I can't treat you in the kitchen?"

"You said it first!"

Wang Yanqing was really afraid of what the lunatic Lu Heng would do, so she quickly ran to the other side, picked up the dough and said, "Don't make trouble, it's time to make dumplings."

The dough has been kneaded in advance, the various fillings have been prepared, they just need to make the finished product. After all, the kitchen was a public area, and Lu Heng couldn't really do anything to her. Lu Heng kindly helped Wang Yanqing put it on the account, walked over to her, and asked patiently, "What is this for?"

Lu Heng's voice was calm, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Wang Yanqing just thought that Lu Heng was joking just now, and he started another topic to mean turning the page. Wang Yanqing spread the filling on the dough, slender fingers tightened the edges little by little, and showed it to Lu Heng carefully: "Like this."

Lu Heng nodded and said, "Qingqing's fingers are so beautiful."

Wang Yanqing glared at him angrily: "Don't make trouble, it's time to delay dinner." Yi Hua

"I'm serious." Lu Heng took the dumplings from Wang Yanqing's palm, put them on the cutting board next to them, and held Wang Yanqing's hand to look carefully. Wang Yanqing's hands are really good-looking, because he practiced martial arts when he was a child, and his fingers are slender and powerful, and they are very beautiful in texture.

Lu Heng once admired these hands, but it was no different from appreciating Jingdezhen porcelain and Nanjing embroidery. Today, her hands were dipped in flour and she carefully squeezed the dumpling wrappers. This scene was neither perfect nor elegant, but it touched him more than any artwork Lu Heng had seen before.

It was as if the stars fell into his arms, tainted with human fireworks, and became real and warm. For the first time, he felt that there was a smell of New Year and family around him. Even the gorgeous palace banquet, the endless crowd of New Year's greetings, and the bustling and lively streets had never given him such a feeling.

No matter where he was, he was always observing the clues around him and being alert to possible dangers. Only she, who had flour on her hands and cooked the New Year's Eve dinner by herself, could make him feel at ease.

The two of them worked one by one and the other made dumplings, helping each other to deliver things, stumbling and stumbling, and even finished wrapping a plate of dumplings. There was no ground dragon in the kitchen, Wang Yanqing stood for a long time, and his legs gradually became uncomfortable. She resisted, but she couldn't help shifting her weight back and forth while standing. Lu Heng quickly realized that something was wrong with Wang Yanqing, and then looked at her unnatural stance, and immediately guessed what was wrong.

Lu Heng asked, "Does your leg hurt again?"

She proposed to cook, but as a result, her legs hurt after standing in the kitchen for a while, and she was too refined. This pain can be endured, Wang Yanqing shook his head and said that he was fine.

How could Lu Heng not be able to tell the truth. Cooking for the two of them is fun, and they can have fun. If it makes her feel uncomfortable, it will put the cart before the horse. Lu Heng asked the cook to come in and hand over the rest to the cook. Wang Yanqing felt unhappy: "We've agreed to come, and now we'll trouble the kitchen halfway through the tossing..."

"It's just as good as you want, your body is the most important thing." Lu Heng insisted, and said, "Let's go, let's go back to the room."

Seeing this, the people in the kitchen quickly persuaded them. Wang Yanqing and Lu Heng couldn't save them troubles at all in the kitchen. Instead, they were frightened. They might as well cook this meal. Seeing that he couldn't resist, Wang Yanqing gave the rest of the dishes to the kitchen, and returned to the room with Lu Heng.

Wang Yanqing's leg pain is an old problem. The weather is cold, rainy, and humid, and her calf is aching when the weather changes slightly. Lu Heng knew about her problem for a long time, but it was an old disease, and even Lang Zhong couldn't prescribe medicine, so he could only ask them to take care of them more often.

Wang Yanqing was fine when she was walking, but when she returned to the room and sat down, the pain in her calf seemed to be more obvious. Lu Heng went into the room to get something, and Wang Yanqing took the opportunity to tap his calf secretly. She withdrew her hand as soon as she heard the footsteps, but Lu Heng still saw it. Lu Heng put the heater in her hand, reached out and lifted her leg, placed it on his knee, and asked, "Does it hurt so bad?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Lu Heng sighed and kneaded slowly along her leg bones, also quite surprised: "You have more injuries than me."

Lu Heng's fingers were so strong that he could press the acupuncture points every time, causing Wang Yanqing's calf to hurt and relax. Now that she is used to this level of physical contact, she slowly leaned on the Luohan bed and said, "This is a good thing. If I can change my brother without pain, I would rather have more pain on my body."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lu Heng squeezed her well-proportioned straight calf and said, "It is said that good people don't live long, and disasters live for a thousand years. I don't dare to think about it for a thousand years, but you have to stay with me for a hundred years. I'm still fine, You must not fall into the root of the disease."

Wang Yanqing didn't even feel embarrassed when he heard the words "accompany him within a hundred years". Just as he put her on his lap and pinched her leg, Wang Yanqing no longer avoided refusing. It may be a habit, or it may be a default.

Wang Yanqing said, "It's just a small problem, but it doesn't get in the way. Maybe it's because I'm tall, that's why my legs hurt."

When Lu Heng heard this, he smiled lightly and said, "Then you have to pull out all the bones of your body, so as not to delay your growth."

Wang Yanqing chuckled lightly. She hugged the heater and rested her head on the bed, gradually feeling sleepy. She quietly covered her mouth and yawned, and Lu Heng saw it and said, "If you are sleepy, just sleep for a while, anyway, the ion time is still long."

"But the New Year's Eve dinner..."

"I'll call you when the meal is ready. Don't worry, I definitely won't eat alone."

Wang Yanqing was relieved, her cheeks buried in her hair, and she really fell asleep. Lu Heng waited for her to fall asleep, gently placed her legs on the Luohan bed, picked up the thin blanket next to her, and carefully covered her body. Afterwards, Lu Heng sat beside her and touched her hair with his fingers, wanting to touch but afraid of waking her up.

In the end, he withdrew his hand and quietly looked at her sleeping face, even if he did nothing, he would not feel bored.

For Lu Heng, money is nothing, and the one who is willing to let him spend his time and thought is the rarest. He traced her eyes, the bridge of her nose, and her lips with his eyes, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt that everything was beautiful and loved.

However, even if she slept so close to him, Lu Heng still felt uneasy. He was conceited and good at calculating people's hearts, but a small game that he played at random made him forget himself.

Lu Heng thought of Fu Tingzhou, who had left Beijing some time ago, and was not without worries. He had expected that Fu Tingzhou would die when he returned to Beijing, so he tried to get close to Wang Yanqing again. Lu Heng had already done a good job, but Fu Tingzhou didn't come.

This is not a good signal. Fu Tingzhou began to become restrained and restrained, then the attacking and defending sides would switch. Lu Heng didn't like this feeling very much.

But he can no longer control the situation as he used to. Because this time, it was him who couldn't bear the consequences of failure.