The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Luo QingHan noticed Xiao Xi's expression and raised his hand to rub her head.

"What's your expression?"

Xiao Xi silently gathered around him.

Although she didn't speak, Luo QingHan could feel the emotion she wanted to convey.

That's a very pure concern.

Luo QingHan put his arm around her and said faintly, "in fact, as long as you look open, these are nothing."

In the past, he couldn't see it. He would be very uncomfortable when he met this kind of thing.

I'm used to it now.

Pei qianhun looked at their sticky appearance. His teeth were very sour. He couldn't help coughing twice. He reminded each other that there was still a big living man standing in the room, hoping that they could restrain a little.

Xiao Xi looked at him: "what's the matter with you? Is your voice uncomfortable? Pay attention to rest and drink more hot water."

Pei qianhun: "

He decided to ignore the sour smell of love on the screen, said with a wooden face.

"Qin Zhong has been out frequently recently and has close contacts with various aristocratic families in Beijing. It seems that he should be plotting something."

"As for the Xiling king, it was unexpectedly quiet. He stayed in canglan garden all day to recuperate. He didn't step out of the gate. I don't know what calculations he was playing."

Luo QingHan nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.

Pei Qian hesitated and reminded him.

"I always think something big will happen. Your highness, it's better to make plans early."

Luo QingHan: "well, I know."

"Then I'll leave first."

Pei qianhun picked up the pile of cloth and walked out of the meditation garden.

Xiao Xi looked at the prince's thoughtful side face and asked.

"Are you thinking about how to deal with King Xiling and Qin Chong?"

Luo QingHan glanced at her: "I'm thinking about what kind of birthday present I should give you."

Xiao Xi was stunned and then smiled and bent his eyes.

"In fact, I don't pay so much attention. As long as it's from you, I'll like it."

Luo QingHan lowered her eyes and looked at her claws on her legs.

He took her hand and put it in his palm.

Her hands looked small, a little fat and soft.

What can I give her?

In addition to what she likes to eat, she likes to raise small animals, such as chickens, ducks, pigs, geese and turtles.

Why don't you give her a little animal?

Luo QingHan's eyes moved slowly and landed on the orange cat.

The orange cat just jumped onto the table and was ready to steal the watermelon peel on the table. Suddenly, it felt a cold behind it. The little animal's natural intuition told it that it was dangerous!

It immediately abandoned the watermelon peel, jumped off the table quickly, and ran out of the door without looking back.

Xiao Xixi heard the movement and turned to look, but he could only see the round but dexterous back of orange cat.

She asked puzzled.

"What does the cat run for?"

Luo QingHan gently pinched her fingertips and said calmly, "I don't know."

……

Although Luo yechen's script was rejected by Bu Shengyan, Luo yechen insisted on his creation and would write one every three days and send it to Dingbei Hou's house.

Bu Shengyan didn't understand why he had to buy such a crude script. She said to him several times, but he didn't listen to advice.

She thinks this guy is really stupid.

Who knows it's a pit and has to jump in?

Those scripts were placed at the bedside of Bu Sheng Yan. When she was free, she would pick them up and have a look.

To tell the truth, although the words are a little ugly, the content of the story is very good.

She looked at it and was fascinated.

Today, Luo yechen came to send her a script again.

Bu Shengyan expressed his dislike for the words on the dialogue book as usual, and then opened the book honestly and looked at it with interest.

She soon finished reading the more than 50 page script.

She said, "every time I stop writing when it's wonderful, the author is so appetizing!"

Speaking of this, she subconsciously closed the script and wanted to see the author's signature on the script, but found that the cover of the script only had the story name, not the author's name.

Bu Shengyan was surprised: "why doesn't the script have the author's signature?"

Luo yechen deliberately pretended to be silly: "really? I didn't notice."

Bu Shengyan sighed: "I'm really curious. What kind of person is he? He can write such a wonderful story and still maintain such an ugly writing level after writing several books."

Luo yechen: "

Don't say that last sentence, okay?!

He coughed twice and changed the subject: "how are you recovering from your injury?"

Bu Shengyan: "it's much better. Now you can walk down the ground. You just have to rely on crutches. It's not very good to walk."

Luo yechen: "do you want the doctor to show you?"

Bu Shengyan waved his hand: "no, I'm recovering very well now. I don't need a doctor to go again."

She looked at Dingbei Hou, who sat quietly drinking tea next to her. She turned her lips a few times when she withdrew from her marriage. In the end, she still couldn't say it.

Seeing that the day of marriage was getting closer and closer, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

She pursed her lower lip and whispered like a complaint.

"I'm running out of rouge powder. I want to go out and buy some. I'll stroll around and get some air. I'm suffocating when I stay in the house every day."

Luo yechen is happy to take her out, but they haven't married yet. He can't promise directly.

He turned and looked at Dingbei Hou.

Dingbei Hou put down the tea lamp and said, "my legs are broken. I don't forget to go out and wander around. I don't know when you can close it."

He paused and went on.

"Since you're going out, please stop by and buy me some wine."

Bu Shengyan immediately said, "the doctor said you can't drink now!"

Luo yechen was stunned.

The last time he agreed that Beihou would eat in Liuguang Pavilion, they drank wine at that time.

He didn't know that Dingbei Hou couldn't drink.

Let's write it down and don't make taboos next time.

Dingbei Hou touched his nose: "I don't drink it often, so I drink it occasionally."

He used to like drinking very much. As long as he didn't March and fight, he would drink two or two drinks at almost every meal. Unfortunately, he is not in good health now. The doctor won't let him drink, and the girl is also very careful. He wants to drink, but he has to drink. He is greedy for wine.

Bu Shengyan refused sternly: "not at all!"

Dingbei Hou: "I agreed to let you go out with the king of England. Why don't you want me to drink some wine? Don't you think you're too overbearing?"

Bu Shengyan was angry and smiled: "I'm so overbearing. Did you know today?"

Dingbei Hou looked at his future son-in-law next to his eyes and couldn't help sighing: "you're getting married. Why is your character so strong?"

He wanted to suggest that his daughter should not be too strong. After marriage, she is no better than in her mother's family. Her mother's family can tolerate her everywhere, but after marriage, she is someone else's daughter-in-law. Everything must be restrained. Being too sharp and revealing is easy to hurt others and yourself.