I'm pregnant after the routine enemy emperor

In the evening, the number one scholar's residence.

Xie Caiqing sat in front of the case, with a note on the left and right hands.

The note on the left was written to him by Ruya when he went back to the intelligence network in the afternoon, and the note on the right was sent by the servants of Xie Zhe's mansion in Linwan.

Everything is written about Xiao Yun's preferences.

For mouth addiction, the one on the left Ruya says "Eat everything, don't pick at all".

Xie Caiqing looked to the right, roasting deer tendon, braised shark's fin, Buddha jumping over the wall, stir-fried hemp bird's tongue... The corners of his lips dropped little by little.

They are all dishes that are extremely demanding on the chef, and the food used in making them is also delicacies, such as deer tendon, shark fin, sea cucumber, fish lip, abalone, sparrow...

Especially the Hehuaque, it is not sure whether there are thousands of them in Daning, and what they eat is the tongue of the Hehuaque.

A sparrow doesn't have several tongues.

Xie Caiqing continued to look down with a sullen face.

On the left, it says that Xiao Yun likes to ride horses and hunt, archery, play with birds, make things by hand, etc. Ruya sums it up with "extremely hands-on ability and idleness", and attaches a few pictures that Xiao Yun actively tried but turned around and didn't like to throw away. A list of ten hobbies, including but not limited to bathing in hot springs, writing books, fishing, and keeping any pets that stink and need to be cleaned up from time to time. Things to move and vent your excess physical and energy.

Can play chess and drink.

Seeing the word "drinking", Xie Caiqing frowned, and asked Ruya who was next: "Does he drink often?"

Before the time was tight, he only had time to study Xiao Yun's temperament, and he neglected the living habits.

Ruya thought for a while, then shook his head: "At all kinds of banquets, I usually don't drink alone."

Xie Caiqing's brows were still furrowed. He had asked the old owner that drinking alcohol would affect conception and easily make the child unhealthy. He had to find a way to get Xiao Yun to quit drinking in the past few months.

Xie Caiqing temporarily put this aside, his eyes touched the note sent by Xie Zhe, and the corner of his mouth was completely pulled down.

It says on the right that Xiao Yun likes to listen to singing and watch dancing.

……

Comparing one by one, Xie Caiqing's fingers bent unconsciously, and with a sudden force, the paper was crumpled.

He took a deep breath, cursed shamelessly in his heart, slowly loosened his grip, and smiled slightly.

well.

……

On the evening of the second day, Xiao Yun propped his elbows on the table, closed his eyes and meditated, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and gave instructions while listening to the eunuch read the memorial.

Yin Xian walked in and whispered in Xiao Yun's ear: "Your Majesty, Xie Caiqing is asking to see you outside."

Xiao Yun stopped tapping on the table, and opened one eye: "He won't go back home so late, what is he doing here to see me?"

It was already two hours after dinner, and it was dark outside, and he was going to take a rest in a while.

Yin Xiandao: "He was afraid that you would be hungry after working hard at night, so he went to the imperial dining room and made you some tonic soup with his own hands, trying to do his best."

Xiao Yun raised his eyebrows, sat up and said: "Isn't this all done by concubines in the harem? Come to make up for me at this time..."

He paused, then smiled and said, "I can make up for the whole night."

Yin Xian was taken aback for a moment, then suppressed a smile, thinking that His Majesty is not serious.

Indeed, if it is a concubine's concubine to deliver the soup at this time, it is to ask for His Majesty's blessing.

Zhuangyuan Lang definitely doesn't know.

Yin Xian smiled obsequiously and said: "That's not because your majesty has no concubines. Your majesty has saved Zhuangyuanlang's life. Zhuangyuanlang is grateful to you. What's wrong with serving you on your behalf? Even if you are a cow or a horse, you should."

"That's right, that's right," Xiao Yun's smile widened, "Then tell him to come in."

Xie Caiqing came in, and after politely saluting, she walked to Xiao Yun's side with a soup cup in her hand.

Slim and graceful, raise the eyebrows.

He took off his official uniform, but he was still in his plain robe, not as soft as water, nor as cold as snow, but like beams of moonlight, uncontested or snatched, just quietly there.

Xiao Yun inexplicably felt that this body was still pleasing to the eye. Seeing his little daughter-in-law's appearance, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but start thinking about it.

If Xie Caiqing is really a girl, he means that if she is still his concubine, um, what position should she give? a beauty.

Water Beauty?Bad or bad, ugly, soft and beautiful?Damn it, Miss Lian, can't you, Miss Duanmei?A little old-fashioned, lady?Concubine Mu used to be this title, Jingmeiren?Hui beauty?Xianmei?Zhen beauty?

Yes, it's called Beauty Zhen!Remind him to abide by women's morals and be loyal. I am his god. He has to serve me wholeheartedly and please me. Only when I am happy will I reluctantly favor him. Otherwise, I will put him in the cold palace and make him call Tian Tian No, the ground is not working...

Beauty Zhen called softly: "Your Majesty?"

Xiao Yun came back to his senses, put away his smile, and said lightly: "Well, love... no, Aiqing, you have a heart."

Zhenmei was thin-skinned, and under the gaze of the emperor, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "...the humble minister should."

"Why did you remember to bring me soup?"

Xie Caiqing said: "Your Majesty said yesterday that I was so enlightened. Your Majesty is very kind, but I don't want to repay you. I am really confused."

"I have little talent and no experience at all, and I can't help His Majesty at all in the court. I'm worried about reporting it after a few years, so I think about doing some insignificant things first..."

Xiao Yun deliberately frowned and looked at him: "I don't have that intention, I just tell you not to hide from me, if you do what you should do, you are serving me, there is no need to do that."

Xie Caiqing gritted her teeth secretly, and begged softly: "Your Majesty, don't misunderstand, this is voluntary, and I hope that Your Majesty will not dislike it, and let me do my best by my side, so that I can feel at ease..."

Xiao Yun waved his hand, pretending to be impatient and said: "Okay, okay, if you have the heart, can I stop you? What do you want to do? Don't carry it, I'm so tired looking at it, let it go .”

With one hand free, Xie Caiqing folded up the messy memorials on Xiao Yun's case, lightly stacked them aside, and then put down the soup pot.

"What soup?" Xiao Yun asked casually.

Xie Caiqing seemed a little cramped just standing beside him, she hadn't raised her head to look at him since she came in, she lowered her eyebrows pleasingly, and lifted the soup pot nervously upon hearing this.

Xiao Yun glanced into the cup and saw that it was ordinary old hen soup, so he deliberately frowned: "Put it down, I'll drink it later."

He said and picked up the memorial on the other side.

Xie Caiqing said in her heart that I can't drink you to death, and gave a soft "um" a little bit disappointed.

Before Xie Caiqing came in, all the eunuchs were called down by Yin Xian, and Xiao Yun could only read the memorial by himself.

Zhuangyuan Lang was left alone, and the emperor neither told him to leave, nor asked him to stay, so he just stood by Xiao Yun's side, neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

Zhuangyuan Lang hesitated to speak several times, but finally mustered up the courage to persuade, but the emperor took the first step and asked casually: "Did you do it yourself?"

Zhuangyuan Lang swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and shook his head: "...I don't know how to cook."

Xiao Yun was amused, and he said that Xie Caiqing's finger could cook. If he made it himself, it would probably be so bad that it would poison him to death.

"The number one scholar borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?"

Xie Caiqing shook his head.

Xiao Yun didn't listen to him for a long time, and looked away from the memorial to look at him.

It was dark and quiet outside the window, and under the dim and flickering candlelight in the hall, Xie Caiqing's radiant skin during the day was covered with a layer of soft orange, warm and tender, his face was still slightly reddish, and the bridegroom set off a scene with the bridegroom at the wedding night. The scene I saw when I was wearing a red hijab is probably not much different.

Xiao Yun's heart fluttered, and he coughed: "What's wrong?"

Xie Caiqing was ashamed and said: "Your Majesty is the king of a country. You don't need anything, and everything is not worthy of your majesty. When it comes to making soup, it is even more impossible for me to be better than a cook. I am really stretched and useless. Think about it." After much deliberation, I can only clumsily... treat people with sincerity."

He lowered his voice, and his face became redder: "So this soup is... Weichen boiled it by himself under the guidance of the imperial chef. I hope His Majesty will not dislike it, and drink a sip or two while it is cold."

Xiao Yun was stunned: "Is it the first time you gave it to me?"

His smile deepened, as if he couldn't hide it anymore, he said seriously: "Then I have to taste the skills of the champion."

Xie Caiqing immediately brought it to his hand, Xiao Yun stretched out his hand to take it, and accidentally pressed Xie Caiqing's finger on the bottom of the bowl.

Their fingers touched, and the two looked at each other. Xie Caiqing immediately retracted his fingers and loosened the bowl.

Xiao Yun didn't expect him to withdraw his hand so quickly, he couldn't hold it firmly, and almost splashed it all on his clothes, but managed to hold it with difficulty, and even spilled a few drops on the table.

"... Weichen! Your Majesty, forgive me!" Xie Caiqing looked at the few drops of oily yellow liquid on the table, her face became even redder, and she hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her skirt to wipe it.

Xiao Yun didn't intend to blame him at all, but when he saw him like this, his attention was diverted instantly, and he looked at him incredulously: "Does the champion carry a handkerchief with him?"

Xie Caiqing paused as he wiped the table. He did carry a handkerchief with him all these years.

Xiao Yun didn't stabilize, he didn't expect it.

Xie Caiqing didn't understand why he had such an exaggerated expression, and said very lowly: "...um."

It was the first time for Xiao Yun to see a man with a handkerchief. He looked down at the picture of two birds on the same branch embroidered on Xie Caiqing's pure white handkerchief, and said in a strange way: "...the champion can also embroider?"

"..." Xie Caiqing forced a smile, "Your Majesty, I... I don't know how to do this. This is embroidered by the aunt in my family."

Xiao Yun coughed awkwardly, what was he thinking.

Xie Caiqing was silent for a moment: "If Your Majesty likes...you can call my aunt—"

"No, no, I just asked casually. I thought that Zhuangyuan Lang had a demure temperament and some girls' hobbies, but I was confused."

"..." Xie Caiqing gritted her teeth, her face unchanged.

Xiao Yun took a sip of the soup without any hope. The taste was unexpectedly delicious. It was paired with a few flavors of traditional Chinese medicine that invigorates Qi and invigorates the spleen.

Xiao Yun couldn't tell the difference between Yuchu's and Xie Caiqing's, he just thought it was delicious.

In Xie Caiqing's expectant eyes, he generously promoted him to a noble person with a talent for cooking, without showing any signs of it, and said indifferently: "It's okay."

Xie Caiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled sincerely: "It's as long as your majesty drinks well."

Xiao Yun was a little hungry because of the aroma. He was always busy, exhausted a lot of physical energy and energy, and he was easy to get hungry soon after he was full.

Under Xie Caiqing's unblinking gaze, he finally remembered the note that Xie Zhe sent over last night, pretending to give Xie Caiqing enough face, took another two or three sips, and decisively handed him the bowl back.

Xie Caiqing took the bowl contentedly.

Xiao Yun watched him pull out another handkerchief embroidered with a picture of Pisces playing from his sleeve as if conjuring, and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering why this man has so many handkerchiefs, is the handkerchief fine?

Xie Caiqing didn't notice the strangeness in his expression, and handed it over intimately: "Your Majesty wipe—"

Xiao Yun was still staring at the handkerchief in his hand.

Xie Caiqing realized something later, and said in a low voice: "...this humble minister has never used it, and brought it specially."

Xiao Yun took it slowly.

"Your Majesty wipe your hands—"

Xiao Yun's rapid movement of wiping his mouth suddenly stopped.