Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

After Di Heng finished handling today's government affairs, he came to Jinyu Palace alone without taking the dragon chariot or taking Zhao Chun with him.

Jinyu Palace is very quiet, and the main hall is brightly lit.

He noticed that the small kitchen, where the candles had been extinguished early, was still on now, and he saw a graceful woman busy with her work.

"Jin'er." Di Heng walked to the door, unable to conceal his surprise, and looked at the little imperial concubine inside who was kneading dough.

The little imperial concubine waved to him: "Husband."

Di Heng pulled her over when he came in: "Jin'er, why are you doing it? Where is the cook?"

To actually let the master cook by himself, this group of palace servants in Jinyu Palace must have several heads chopped off.

"I asked everyone in the palace to go back. I think today's time only belongs to me and my husband." Xi Nuojin raised her eyes and looked at Di Heng, smiling sweetly: "Husband, today is your birthday, Jin'er just wants to be your husband. Make a bowl of longevity noodles and wish your husband longevity, health and happiness."

Di Heng's eyes trembled, and his heart beat faster.

Jin'er cooks for him.

The little imperial concubine saw that the king of a country could have such a silly side in private. She smiled, turned around, washed her hands again, and continued to work on making noodles. After midnight, it was the next day, the Longevity Festival. It was Longevity Day, not his birthday, so she had to make it quickly.

It took Di Heng a while to come back to his senses. He leaned against the wall and stared deeply at the little imperial concubine who was concentrating on making noodles in front of him.

Xiao Ke was helping her control the fire, so Xi Nuojin was not worried. She pulled out a long piece of noodles and put it into the pot. She stirred it a few times with long chopsticks to prevent it from sticking to the pot. When the noodles were cooked, she used a white porcelain blue and white patterned noodle. Take it out of the bowl, add soup, and finally put on the fried shredded pork she had prepared earlier, washed vegetables and a golden poached egg.

A bowl of longevity noodles is ready.

"Husband, it's ready."

Di Heng came over and took her hand that was about to make noodles: "Come here, husband, it's very hot."

The noble emperor was like an ordinary man returning home late. He didn't care about the royal manners and pomp, and sat by the stove with noodles. He took a sip of the soup first, and then cut a long noodle into the bowl. Eat it down, then vegetables and poached eggs, and finally drink up the soup.

When he was fifteen years old, he was deposed as the crown prince and imprisoned in the Frost Palace. Soon after, his mother and concubine also left him. His uncle's family was killed, and Emperor Heng never celebrated another birthday.

He also no longer believes in the good meaning of eating longevity noodles on birthdays to wish you a long life.

Once Zhao Chun asked if he wanted to prepare it for him, he only said that he never likes to eat pasta.

"Husband, please eat slowly. Jin'er won't compete with you." The little imperial concubine used a handkerchief to help him wipe the soup from the corner of his mouth.

Di Heng turned his head, put down the empty noodle bowl, looked at the young concubine, and said seriously: "Jin'er, this is the first bowl of longevity noodles that my husband has eaten in many years, and it is also the best birthday gift that my husband has received."

Xi Nuojin was moved by the fact that he valued her thoughts so much. She reached out and gently hugged Di Heng's waist and leaned on his chest: "Husband, I will cook you a bowl of longevity noodles every year on your birthday from now on. Husband, before If you missed it, Jin'er will make up for it every bit in the future, okay?"

"Okay." Di Heng's eyebrows were soft, with tenderness and affection that only belonged to her, and he hugged the little concubine tightly.

Di Heng hugged her for a while, then thought of something, took the little imperial concubine's hand and put it in his palm to look at it carefully: "It's not hurt, is it? Jin'er, it's better not to do it, it will hurt your hand."

"Husband, don't be so exaggerated. I only do it once a year so as not to hurt my hands." She is a noble concubine, and she doesn't spend time in the kitchen every day.

"Okay, okay, my husband is exaggerating. This lady has her own ideas." Di Heng agreed with her connivingly.

The little imperial concubine said with a smile: "Husband, it's very late. Let's go back and rest. Tomorrow is Wanshou Festival, but husband still has a lot to do."

They have been planning for so long, and it's time to wrap things up.

Di Heng nodded and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch her cheek. He picked up the little imperial concubine and walked to the main hall.

-

The sky is getting darker.

The ministers and their families have also taken their seats. The ministers sit on the left and the female family members sit on the right.

The Wanshou Festival banquet is about to begin.

Zhao Chun at the door shouted loudly: "Your Majesty is here! Your Majesty is here! Your Majesty is here!"

Di Heng walked in with Xi Nujin in hand.

After the two of them were seated, everyone in the palace stood up, knelt down and saluted: "See the Emperor, long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! May the Imperial Concubine live a thousand years!"

Di Heng, who was sitting in the upper seat, looked at the people kneeling below. His eyes stayed on Zhao Lin among the musicians in the audience for a few seconds. His deep and cold eyes flashed with a trace of ridicule, and he raised his hand: "Everyone is on your knees! Today is the Longevity Festival. I will celebrate with you together, and I won’t go home until I’m drunk tonight.”

"I sincerely wish your Majesty a long life, a healthy body, and a prosperous country!" Everyone in the hall stood up and took their seats after wishing their birthdays.

"Your Majesty, on your birthday today, I have prepared a small gift for you. I wish your Majesty good health." The little noble concubine glanced at him, quietly took away his hand on her waist, and stretched out her hand backwards. Ziye put what she was carrying in her hand.

"My beloved concubine is interested." Di Heng personally accepted the gift, which was a carefully framed painting. He held her hand and unfolded the scroll with her.

The painting shows a big black horse, with Di Heng wearing his and her first "couple outfit" on the horse. The background is outside the Mingguang Palace. He is sitting on the horse against the light, waiting for her to take her home from the palace. Look at the parents.

"Jin'er, I like your gift very much." Diheng clasped his fingers with hers and looked at her lovingly, his eyes filled with love.

The little imperial concubine's face was covered with a light blush, and her heartbeat was a little faster. She really couldn't stand him looking at her like this.