Dressed as the favorite concubine of a downhearted prince

Ye Ya held the delicious roasted sweet potato in her hand, looked at Prince Jing quietly beside her, and then moved to her brother's side. Ye Yuming didn't have time to talk to her, and thought Ye Ya was a bit of a hindrance, and urged Ye Ya to go to the side move.

"You're blocking me."

"Brother." Ye Ya looked at Prince Jing again, thinking she used a very low voice to communicate with Ye Yuming: "Is it really okay for you to set up a stove to roast sweet potatoes in the prince's yard?"

"I asked his opinion, and he said no."

"Yes, the king has no objection."

Han Sui was in the study, looking at the brothers and sisters squatting on the ground through the wide open window, flipped through a page of the book in his hand, and asked Ye Ya casually: "Are your brother's baked sweet potatoes delicious?"

"Delicious." Ye Ya nodded quickly, and only after she finished ordering did she realize that her brother's roasted sweet potatoes didn't seem to be given to the prince. Does that mean something?

"Brother, why don't you give my sister-in-law a taste of a sweet potato? You're setting up a stove here and making it smoky. Why don't you give it to my sister-in-law?"

"Your sister-in-law doesn't like roasted sweet potatoes." Ye Yuming didn't even lift his head: "Let's pack up these in a while, and ask the guards in the mansion to see who wants to buy them, and don't weigh them. Let's sell them for what they are. , one is only two taels of silver, how about I treat you to a skewer when it's sold out?"

"What are skewers?"

"Grilled skewers are..." Ye Yuming is still thinking about how to describe the skewers to Ye Ya, and he also thinks that the business of skewers should be able to start a chain, open on the same street as his hot pot, You can eat whatever you want, not to mention how beautiful it is.

It's a pity, I can only think about it, if Prince Jing doesn't agree, he can't do anything, he can only enjoy his mouth.

"Who said this king doesn't like roasted sweet potatoes."

Han Sui had been waiting for his share, but it ended up being divided up and down, and now he wanted to sell it, so he was very angry.

Ye Yuming had finished tidying up, and he was quite surprised when he heard this: "You said it yourself, did you forget? When we first entered the city, I went to someone's farmyard to buy roasted sweet potatoes for you. Your nose isn't your nose, isn't your face? Damn, a roasted sweet potato as big as mine is delicious, what happened? I fed it to the Land Lord!"

"Why do you hold grudges so much?"

While speaking, Han Sui had already come to Ye Yuming, and picked the biggest roasted sweet potato from the roasted sweet potatoes he had packed up, and peeled the skin: "Today is different from the past, my king's favorite food now is roasted sweet potatoes."

Ye Ya, who was watching the fun, covered her mouth and kept laughing, and she was very discerning and took the little maid to escape first.

Ye Ya was quite worried at the time before, she didn't understand how much conflict there was between her brother and Prince Jing, why her brother was locked up by the prince and she was not allowed to see her, and then her brother gave birth After a serious illness, Ye Ya was also in fear. The doctor was afraid that something would happen to her, so he came to check her pulse three times a day, and took heart-protecting pills every day.

Later, her brother recovered from his illness, and he and the prince returned to their former love.

No, it's more affectionate than before, Ye Ya is completely relieved now, her brother and sister-in-law are well, and the roasted sweet potatoes in her hand are delicious.

The roasted sweet potato in her hand was very fragrant, but the roasted sweet potato in someone's hand was not very fragrant.

Han Sui deliberately picked out a big roasted sweet potato, but when he peeled it open, he found that it was not cooked at all, it was raw, and the sweet potato core was still hard. Ye Yuming was watching the joke beside him, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"No, my lord, didn't you say that you like roasted sweet potatoes? You can eat them. You're welcome. I baked them myself. I've been busy all day. You have to be worthy of my labor, right?"

Han Sui took the sweet potato whether to eat it or not.

He was not very interested in this kind of thing at first, but he smelled the aroma of the sweet potato, and Ye Yuming made it himself, so he thought it would be okay to try it, maybe it could make the little snake spirit happy , the result was good, the hard sweet potato core inside, he couldn't put his mouth down at all, but seeing Ye Yuming gloating and watching the excitement, Han Sui didn't want to spoil his interest.

The little snake spirit has not been this happy for a long time.

Forget it, just treat it as a Bojia person and smile

, just eat it.

"Hey, do you really eat it?"

Han Sui hadn't done much yet, Ye Yuming became impatient, snatched the half-baked sweet potato from Han Sui's hand, threw it back into the stove, cursed and started the stove again: "I don't have any common sense in life, no Do you know that roasted sweet potatoes should be picked up to eat small ones? The kind are small and soft, and they are roasted very well at first glance, like, let you buy sweet potatoes, why do you buy such big ones?"

Han Sui wanted to remind him that when buying sweet potatoes, he told him to buy the big ones, and Ye Yuming told him the concept of choosing the big ones.

However, for the sake of a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere, it is better not to say some things well.

"Are you still baking?"

"Do you still want to eat?"

The voices of the two collided, and Han Sui immediately added another sentence: "I will eat it when you are cooked."

"You have a lot to do."

He said that Han Sui had a lot of things to do, but he sat back in front of the stove again. Han Sui sat on the small stool where Ye Ya had been sitting before, and Ye Yuming and Ye Yuming sat around the stove, guarding the sweet potatoes in the stove, and playing with the fire.

The matter of roasting sweet potatoes was Ye Yuming's whim. It was too cold, and it was not good for his health to stay indoors without getting out for a breath of fresh air. After thinking about it, I came up with such a leisure and entertainment activity. I can get a stove to sit around and warm up while roasting and eating. The brothers and sisters chat for a while, which is very pleasant.

Now the person chatting has been replaced by Han Sui.

Ye Yuming opened his mouth, wanting to start a topic, but Han Sui took the initiative before he started talking.

"You seem to like this kind of feeling of being together as a family?"

Ye Yuming: Boy, do you know what you are talking about?

But it's not bad, at least I know how to find a topic to talk about, it's much better than before, Ye Yuming didn't dislike it, and followed Han Sui's words: "I like it, the family is together, it feels like fireworks, Otherwise, it would be pitiful to be alone."

He is a poor little snake spirit. He is alone and has no one to talk to. No wonder he talks so much and can't rest for a moment. Presumably the days before must have been very lonely and lonely.

Ye Yuming: "Why do I feel that your eyes are full of pity? Han Sui, what are you thinking? My God, what did you make up in your own mind, can you tell me a little bit? A little bit is fine." .”

"No, I'm just thinking about when the sweet potatoes will be ready."

Ye Yuming was expressionless: "The sweet potato will not get better, heh, what's the matter, is Feng Shui turning now? Is it your turn that you can't tell me the truth? I'm so unworthy of your trust?"

"no."

Hearing Ye Yuming imitate his words intact, Han Sui wanted to laugh a little, but he held back, and said to Ye Yuming with a serious expression: "You are worthy of my trust, and I can listen to any truth you want. Let me tell you, there is nothing to hide."

"Really? Then what were you thinking just now?" Ye Yuming emphasized: "Attention, the truth! The truth!"

"I was thinking," Han Sui rubbed his nose, and finally confessed honestly after a sigh: "I was just thinking, you must be lonely at that time, I'm sorry."

Ye Yuming paused for a moment, and he understood the first half of the sentence.

Han Sui was saying that he was lonely.

In fact, Ye Yuming didn't want to admit that he was lonely. It was fine to say that he was talkative, or that he was noisy, but he didn't want to face the word loneliness, but when it came out of Han Sui's mouth, Ye Yuming had to admit it , he is indeed alone.

His chattering and croaking are all just to relieve the hesitation and loneliness in his heart.

Suddenly came to a strange world, a world that was completely different from the place he lived in. Everything here was completely different to Ye Yuming. He tried hard to adapt himself and pretended not to care about it. , pretending that he can adapt to everything here, but can he really?

Some of the things that he suppressed and hid in his heart have actually begun to be unstoppable.

Since the last haunted incident,

In fact, Ye Yuming couldn't hold it anymore. He began to doubt himself and the world. He still felt restless. He didn't really have a sense of belonging to this world. Just like Han Sui said, he was actually very lonely.

He also misses home, misses his real family, misses his old sister who looks very similar to Ye Ya, but has a completely different temper and personality. That is the world he is familiar with, and he is just a passerby here.

The hand was held by someone, and the warmth came, Ye Yuming looked up at Han Sui, he wanted to smile at Han Sui shamelessly like before, or say something casually to divert the topic, but he is a little tired now, It's not just now, in fact, many times, when he quiets down by himself, he will feel very tired.

Being quiet will make him feel lonely, and it will also make him feel scared.

"sorry."

Han Sui apologized again.

"You didn't apologize to me, why did you apologize, and you kept apologizing again and again, why, you use all your strength when you learn a new word?" Ye Yuming wanted to take his hand back, and the two men held hands in broad daylight, just like falling in love , It's weird.

"I'm sorry, I should have found out earlier, I should have been with you earlier, like this," Han Sui held Ye Yuming's hand even tighter: "You must be very scared when you face this strange world by yourself, and I still, force you like that, It is my fault."

"I will never force you again. You can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want. As long as you can be happy here, nothing else matters."

Ye Yuming couldn't pull back his hand, so he simply followed Han Sui's will. Hearing Han Sui's series of confession-like words, and seeing Han Sui's serious expression, Ye Yuming turned his eyes away. He didn't dare to look at Han Sui. I feel guilty and don't know why, is it because Prince Jing's eyes seem to be full of love?

Hey, goosebumps all over his body, he must have read it wrong, Han Sui had such a good impression of him because we are all men, we can understand, just want to hook up, even if it is love, then this love has nothing to do with him The understanding of love is definitely different. You must know that this is a world where three wives, four concubines, and men dote on as many people. A person's love can be divided into as many shares as he wants. It's just fresh for a while, after this effort, he still has a lot of beauties, how can he be missing one?

Ye Yuming, wake me up, for some people, he can only watch and sleep, and he can’t think about other messes. He is talking about Han Sui, who can only sleep and cannot marry home, otherwise he will definitely give you a cuckold !