Forgotten Envy of the Quiet Royal Concubine

When Lan Wangji arrived, night had already fallen, and the members of the Wei family were preparing to eat in the room.

When Wei Ying's aunt and uncle saw him coming back, they hugged him and asked him how warm he was. The aunt hurried to the kitchen and cooked some Wei Ying's favorite dishes and put them in front of Wei Ying.

"Ah Xian, eat! Look at you so thin, my aunt will make you delicious food every day when you come back." Wei Ying's aunt held his arm and looked at him with a smile.

"Let go of the old lady, you hold his arm, how can he eat?" Wei Ying's uncle glanced at Wei Ying with red eyes, and hurriedly interrupted.

"Oh, look at my memory, everyone eat quickly!" In this room, Wei Ying's uncle and aunt are the oldest, and everyone started to move their chopsticks when they heard her aunt say.

Lan Wangji leaned against the door, listening to the noisy voices inside, and didn't go in, just listening.

"A Yuan, why don't you eat? Why are you in a daze?" Seeing little A Yuan looking around, Wei Ying's aunt hurriedly reprimanded him.

A Yuan hurriedly held the bowl and said, "Oh, good, eat, eat." Then she approached Wei Ying and whispered softly, "Brother Xian, why do I smell sandalwood?" Then she quietly took a deep breath on Wei Ying. With a breath, he said, "It's not on you."

Hearing this, Wei Ying raised his arms and smelled it. He had bathed and changed clothes before going out, and his clothes smelled of flowers, it couldn't be sandalwood, it couldn't be...

"Which direction is the scent coming from?" Wei Ying asked A Yuan quietly, A Yuan turned his head and sniffed, and said, "It seems to be the gate."

Wei Ying put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked to the door and opened it, and sure enough, he saw a person leaning on the pillar outside the door, the white clothes were particularly eye-catching under the weak light from the room.

"Why are you here?" The tone was slightly higher, and the dissatisfaction of the speaker could be heard immediately.Lan Wangji hugged the sword and leaned against the pillar without moving, as if he didn't hear him.

Seeing this, Wei Ying was furious. A Yuan was afraid that they would quarrel, so he hurriedly ran out, hugged Lan Wangji's leg and said, "Your Majesty, son, have you eaten yet? Why don't we come together?" After finishing speaking, he pulled Lan Wangji's sleeve and pulled it into the room.

Wei Ying was dumbfounded by A Yuan's behavior, when did he and Lan Wangji get so close?No wonder he noticed the sandalwood scent.

"Little traitor." Wei Ying whispered when A Yuan dragged Lan Wangji past him.Unexpectedly, A Yuan stretched out the other hand to hold him, and pulled the two of them into the room, one on the left and one on the right.Then he took the initiative to move his seat and let Lan Wangji sit in his seat.Then he ran to the kitchen, took a pair of bowls and chopsticks for Lan Wangji, and placed them in front of him.

The members of Wei Ying's family knew Lan Wangji was a member of the royal family when they saw Lan Wangji's demeanor and the decoration on his clothes, but they didn't know if it was that one.

"Ah Xian, who is this?" Wei Ying's uncle asked hastily.

A Yuan immediately said: "Cousin, this is Mr. Lan, he is very familiar with Brother Xian."

Wei Ying's uncle glared at him and said, "You little cunning, shut up."

Lan Wangji saw that Wei Ying was ignoring him, so he stood up and said, "Lan Zhanlan Wangji, I met uncle, aunt, and everyone."

Seeing that the whole room suddenly fell silent, Wei Ying said, "Everyone continue to eat, ignore him." After speaking, he picked up the bowl and began to eat big mouthfuls.

Lan Wangji picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food for him, and said unhurriedly, "No one is fighting with you, and it's like last time when you eat so fast, what should you do if you choke?"

After hearing this, Wei Ying looked at his uncle and aunt who were eating silently, and suddenly felt aggrieved, "If you don't talk about food, can't you eat your food seriously?"

Lan Wangji said, "Okay, you eat, I'll get you some food." Seeing that he didn't eat it himself, Wei Ying remembered that he doesn't eat spicy food, and he couldn't eat the table full of food.

"Come here." Wei Ying called out to the door, and after a while, he answered alone in the night outside the door: "Master Wei."

"Didn't you prepare a meal for him?"

"Go back to Master Wei, it's ready, and it will be delivered right away."

"It's time to send it in."

"Yes."

Lan Wangji said happily, "How do you know there are people outside? Shouldn't you help me wash my hands and make soup at this time?"

Upon hearing this, A Yuan quickly stood up and took a step back, saying, "Let Brother Xian cook? Isn't it?"

At this time, everyone in the room recovered from the shock of Wei Ying's call, and some people even said: "Eat quickly, I will be busy later."

Hearing this, Wei Ying turned around and glared at them, then looked at Lan Wangji, and said, "I've learned a lot from a pit, and if I'm still lied to by you that I can go wherever I want, no one will follow me, I'm just stupid."

Lan Wangji turned around and asked A Yuan, "Why did you hear that Wei Ying reacted so unreasonably when he was about to cook?"

A Yuan looked at Wei Ying, shrunk his neck, and said, "Brother Xian's cooking is not only unpalatable, but also accidentally blows up the kitchen, and he only knows how to cook porridge. He puts whatever is in the kitchen, and what the master said, 'put it to death and live later' is probably the feeling of people who eat brother Xian's meal."

Wei Ying suddenly looked very embarrassed. It was a joke he made when he was just learning to cook, and was laughed at by the people in the clan for many years.

Lan Wangji said softly to Wei Ying, "Bring me a bowl of porridge then, I want to eat it. The palace is very big, and there are kitchens in the Sangong and Sixth Courtyards. You can fry it as you like."

Wei Ying said unnaturally: "It's not so exaggerated, so no one taught me to do it. If someone taught me, I would definitely be able to make delicious food."

Lan Wangji smiled and said, "Don't you like Jiang Yanli's cooking? Let her teach you when the time comes."

Wei Ying heard this, and said, "It will take a long time, she is happy, she has to be raised."

Lan Wangji said, "It's okay, don't be in a hurry."

At this time, there was the sound of horseshoes, followed by footsteps, and five people walked in, each carrying a basket, and each basket contained six dishes.

Wei Ying looked at the dishes, they were all Lan Wangji's and his own favorites, and said, "Your Manager Jin is really talented."

Lan Wangji nodded, and said, "Ai Qing is right."

Thirty dishes, each table removed the original dishes and replaced them with imperial dishes. One of the guards opened a box, and there were two sets of silver bowls and chopsticks, and set them up in front of Lan Wangji and Wei Ying respectively.

Wei Ying looked at it speechlessly, and said, "You better not come out in the future, or your big manager will come up with a whole set of regulations for you."

Lan Wangji picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him, saying, "Today will be your family's reunion dinner, and don't worry about the details."

After finally finishing their meal, Wei Ying took Lan Wangji and walked slowly in the courtyard outside to digest his food. Wei Ying took a few steps and said, "Lan Zhan."

When Lan Wangji heard Wei Ying calling his name for the first time, his brows and eyes softened instantly, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Wei Ying turned around, looked at him, and said, "You go back! I'll stay here for a few days, you see there are hidden guards around here, don't worry about me."

Lan Wangji stared at him without speaking.

Wei Ying looked back at him, without dodging or evading, and continued: "Don't just guard me like this, you need an heir, those beautiful girls in the harem, you have never summoned them..."

Lan Wangji suddenly felt panicked in his heart, and interrupted him, "Wei Ying, you always want to push me away. You thought about it before, you think about it now, and you still think about it in the future?"

Wei Ying remained silent, it was not a question of whether to push or not, but that he was an emperor, destined to be in the Sangong and Liuyuan, to continue the royal bloodline.

Lan Wangji said: "Wei Ying, 15 to 20 years is enough to cultivate an heir. There are so many people in the Lan royal family, it doesn't have to be my blood."

Wei Ying said softly, "But, don't you want your own child?"

Lan Wangji stretched his arms into his arms and said, "I told you not to have a child of your own, so why should I want to? No, for the rest of our lives, having each other is enough."

Wei Ying said, "But, I'm not sure..."

Lan Wangji shook his hand and said, "As long as I'm sure what I want, and if you're not sure, there's no way out. Don't forget that you promised me that you would stay with me for the rest of your life."

Wei Ying remained silent. In fact, he was not uncertain, but he was afraid. He was afraid that one day, his heart would be moved, and his body would be smashed to pieces.