Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

As for Yan Han's evaluation, Yi Ren had a very accurate opinion of it.

He was a wonderful listener.

When he listens to a person, the narrator is unconsciously encouraged.

The old man explained his plan. The faster he spoke, the more confident he became.

In the end, he concluded, "Your Majesty, this is an extremely good opportunity. Not only can we defeat the number one wargod of the Heavenly Dynasty, He Lan Qin, we can also incite He Lan Xue to fight against He Lan Chun."

"Sir's idea is very good." Yan Han first gave his affirmation, then sat up straight and said with an incomparably firm tone, "But I wouldn't do that."

"Why?"

"Because I promised my lover that I would not use her to do anything, nor would I break my promise." Yan Han said lightly: "Of course, I also want to attack the Sky Empire. I also want to take this opportunity to attack Brother He Lan. But if I did, where would I put myself? Where do I put my lover? One could use tactics, but one couldn't be unfaithful. So, I can't do it. "

"But, your Majesty …"

The old man still wanted to persuade him, but Yan Han had already raised his hand and made a gesture of stopping him. "Sir, there's no need to say more about the matter that I've decided."

The old man went silent, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Miss Yi Ren, you have a deep connection with the He Lan family. If the King insists on bringing her back, isn't he afraid that she will be a spy in Sky Dynasty? "

"I'm afraid that I might not have the ability to bring this spy back." Yan Han smiled and replied noncommittally.

Then, he grabbed a handful of fine sand from the sand table.

Together, the night fell in silence.

The next day, at dawn.

Her lover heard the noise outside the door, rubbed his eyes, and walked out sleepily.

Last night, He Lan Xue's subordinate who was responsible for guarding her had already returned and was standing in front of Yan Han with his hands behind his back, reporting something at a rapid pace.

"What's wrong?" she asked casually.

"Something's wrong." Yan Han retracted his serious look towards his subordinate, and gently smiled to her, "Do you want to go take a look?"

It was almost noon when they arrived outside of Houlan's residence once again.

He Lan Xue was sitting in the back room with a medical book in her hand. She was flipping through it slowly with a focused look on her face.

Rong Xiu was in the kitchen not far away, holding a fan and skillfully making porridge.

Murong Xiu's clothes had already been changed into the common people's clothes made of cotton. It was just a coarse piece of cloth that didn't hide her noble and elegant appearance at all. If one were to look at it, one would think that this set of clothes wasn't something that she should be wearing.

Even when he was cooking porridge, his movements were still elegant and beautiful, more like a show on stage.

Unlike her husband, she was dressed in coarse clothes and had become a mortal. When she cooked, the room was filled with a foul atmosphere and unkempt hair.

Rong Xiu knew how to cook. It could be seen from her posture.

As the fire gradually subsided, the fragrance of porridge wafted out. Even Yan Han and the others, who were hiding on the rooftop, could not help but sniff.

At this moment, she was an absolutely competent and virtuous wife.

He Lan Xue also smelled the fragrance. She gently put down the book and looked towards the door.

His gaze was very calm. There was a smile on his face, but it was a faint smile. It was as if his life itself was calm and tranquil.

The fragrance was getting stronger and stronger, to the point that it was even slightly fragrant. Even the passersby couldn't help but stop and look in their direction with envy, lamenting who had such a virtuous wife.

"Time to eat." At the door, Rong Xiu was leisurely walking over with a porridge jar in her hand.

The freshly cooked porridge was steaming hot.

He Lan Xue went up and took the pot of porridge from her hand. She then touched her finger and asked with concern, "Is it hot?"

Rong Xiu smiled gently and shook her head.

He Lan Xue held her hand and stepped back to the side of the table. Her gaze never left Rong Xiu's face, nor her eyes.

His expression was surprisingly calm.

"Why are you always looking at me?" A blush appeared on her face as she said in a low voice, "Can it be that I can see a flower on my face?"

She finally let go of her hand and sat across from him.

Rong Xiu picked up two bowls from the table, filled a bowl for He Lan Xue and passed it to him.

"How fragrant." He Lan Xue lowered her head and took a sniff. With a smile, she said, "Xiao Rong, do you still remember that you didn't learn how to stir-fry vegetables from Master Jing Xin?"

"Of course." "At that time, Grandmaster Everlasting Appetite never accepted disciples. We disguised ourselves as two Shamei and deliberately fought magic in front of him, secretly bringing the dishes cooked by the imperial chefs over to compete with me. I begged Grandmaster Everlasting for help while crying and begging for help, but he was provoked by the culinary arts of the imperial chefs and swore to help me win the competition. Therefore, all of his cooking abilities were taught to me. "

"You were thirteen." He Lan Xue smiled. Her beautiful face was covered in a cloud of happiness.

Thick, reminiscent, even a little sentimental.

"You were very short when you were thirteen, not quite on my shoulder. The two clothes we stole, I'm wearing them too small for my arms and legs. You look like you're wearing a sheet. " He sounded like the wind.

Her lover couldn't help but listen carefully as well. She rarely heard He Lanxue speak in such a melodious tone, but she didn't know why, but she felt a wave of discomfort in her heart. It was as if she had heard his choked voice.

"There's medicine in the congee." Yan Han, who was lying next to her, suddenly said this. Before his wife could be surprised, he added, "He Lan Xue knows. He saw with his own eyes the medicine that Rong Xiu gave him."

Yi Ren widened her eyes in disbelief as she lowered her head to look at He Lan Xue below her. Her lips parted, but in the end, she still didn't say anything.

That was his choice.

What she could do was not to stop him, but rather, to help him after he had made his choice and lost all his bets.

It was clear that Rong Xiu was also attracted by He Lan Xue's magnetic voice. She sat down across from him in silence and watched the steam rising from the porridge bowl as she listened.

"Afterwards, on the day that you were born, you displayed your culinary skills in front of all the officials. Father liked you very much, so he told your father in front of everyone that he was going to betroth you to the prince." He Lan Xue continued, "You know, when I heard Father's words, I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night. You have always been close to me, and Father knew that we had to be good. I thought that at that time, he must have betrothed you to me. "

Upon hearing this, Rong Xiu lowered her head and said, "At that time, I thought I was going to betroth you one as well."

"But why didn't you pay much attention to me after that?" He Lan Xue smiled and asked curiously.

"Father said that since we are old, we shouldn't see each other too often." As she mentioned the interesting stories of her youth, Rong Xiu played with her sleeves as she chuckled, "At that time, you had a long beard, and you sometimes spoke of stubble. I always felt that you had become a stranger, so I didn't dare to meet you."

"Idiot, because of your long beard, you became distant? I can't always be the little boy who plays with mud. "

"I was young, so I didn't understand." Rong Xiu glared at him coquettishly, before pretending to be serious as she said, "However, your current appearance is much better than when you were young."

He Lan Xue smiled but didn't answer. She only looked at her eyes and asked her something that had been lingering in her heart for too long: "Xiao Rong, have you ever been cute me? At the very least, when royal father said he would betroth you to a prince, should I, or should He Lan Chun be your husband in your heart? "

"Of course it's you." Rongxiu was taken aback and blurted out without thinking, "Why do you ask?"

"After we distanced ourselves from each other, Big Brother actually got closer to you. Once, I saw you asking for an autograph in the temple, and it had Big Brother's name written on it." He Lan Xue laughed self-deprecatingly. "At that time, I didn't dare to get close to you. When I finally saw you, I was just giggling foolishly."

Rong Xiu didn't seem to hear the latter part of his words, but explained in a hurry, "The reason for asking His Majesty for a favor was … because he was always depressed during that time. Every time he went to our house, he would always stay silent with a sullen face. As she spoke, her voice became softer and softer. In the end, even she was somewhat disappointed.

Could it be that at that time, when she asked for his signature, it wasn't only because of sympathy?

"Xiao Rong, didn't you always want to know why I gave up the throne to He Lan Chun?" She softly said, "Now, do you still want to know?"

"Why?" Rong Xiu suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eye. She used her chopsticks to stir the porridge in front of her.

"Perhaps the reason is ridiculous - do you remember when we went on a trip together? I still remember that day, the willow branches are green, the wind is very warm, gentle, you said you want to hear my new music, we sat in the flowers, you dance with the music, clothes dancing, mountain flowers all over the mountains, cannot match your beauty. "Then, you got tired and said you were going to take a walk at the side. You walked along the hillside, and there was a very ancient poplar tree there. You didn't come back for a long time, and I was very worried, so I chased after you as well. I saw you and him …"

"A Xue, about the past, let's find some time to slowly discuss it. Hurry up and drink the porridge, it's all cold now. " At last, Murong Xiu interrupted him and pushed the bowl towards him again.

She smiled sweetly.

Her lover frowned.

It was the first time in her life that she had the urge to hate someone.

"Lil 'Rong, I just want to tell you that I can give you anything you want."

He Lan Xue said lightly. She then looked at Rong Xiu for the last time. She looked serious, deep, and unclear about the meaning behind her words.

Then, he lowered his eyes, smiled, picked up the bowl of porridge, and calmly took a sip.

It was at this moment that Yan Han's arm, which was placed to the side, was suddenly tightly grasped by his lover.

He turned his head in surprise and delight. Her face was as calm as his, almost as calm as his.

But the strength in her grip on his arm was so great.

And below, He Lan Xue's calmness was finally, finally, completely betrayed by his trembling hand that was holding the bowl.