Your Majesty, I am not worthy

The emperor of a country left the capital all the way to find him, so Rong Mu had to ask the mother-in-law in the house to sort out a house for Chu Yuheng to live in.

But his mansion is not as good as the former prime minister's mansion. The occupied area is small, and the other rooms outside the main house are also more dilapidated. Even if the servants in the mansion carefully clean it, there is still a faint smell of dust and mildew.

The woman who came to answer the question showed doubts: "Master,? The east wing has been cleaned, but the inside is very moldy and black,? I'm afraid the smell is not good."

After thinking about it for a while, Rong Mu asked someone to put a new mattress on the bed in his room: "Then change the mattress for my wing room."

Chu Yuheng looked at the man beside him, as if he was completely stunned.

Is Rong Mu letting the two of them sleep on the same couch?

But the joy in Chu Yuheng's heart didn't rise much, and the next moment he was suppressed by Rong Mu's last sentence: "Then,? I'll go to sleep in the east wing."

"Ah Mu? Why don't you bother, we can..."

"How can that be?" Rong Mu looked at Chu Yuheng, knowing that Chu Yuheng meant that they would share the same bed at night, but he didn't want to.

Rong Mu smiled, and at the same time calmly opened the distance between the two: "Your Excellency is an honored guest, how can I neglect it so easily? If Your Excellency thinks the humble house is mean, then I might as well be in Lingqi County. book a room for your lord at the inn."

In order not to expose Chu Yuheng's identity in Lingqi County, Rong Mu only called him "Master" in front of outsiders.

My lord, honored guest, neglect.

Every sentence, every sound, dissipated Chu Yuheng's enthusiasm in Rong Mu's deliberate alienation and silence.

Rong Mu's resistance made Chu Yuheng unable to do anything.

The man in white in front of him looked like a clam with its shell tightly closed. Chu Yuheng could pry it with a dagger, but he would hesitate to do so and hurt Rong Mu.

At that moment, Chu Yuheng looked at the slightly arched back of the man in front of him, who was still thin, Rong Mu nodded and lowered his eyebrows, his black hair was on one side, revealing a small piece of fair nape, obviously he was explaining trivial matters respectfully, but he refused The meaning is obvious.

Shaking off the gentle cloak, Rong Mulizi is still the stubborn boy he used to be.

Rong Mu said that he would follow him, so he never left for ten years; now that he is talking about leaving, Rong Mu must have weighed it in his heart.

In the end, Chu Yuheng still didn't want Rong Mu to sleep in the moldy East Wing, but told his attendants who followed him all the way outside the house, that he would stay at the inn closest to Rong Mu's mansion tonight.

This inn is not the most luxurious and clean in Lingqi County, but it is the closest to Rong Mu, so close that Chu Yuheng only needs to walk for a quarter of an hour to see Rong Mu's house.

But it was still early.

Even in winter, the sky at noon was still warm and warm, and it was almost time for lunch, Rong Mu smoothed out the folds of his clothes rolled up around his waist due to sitting down.

"Your Excellency must be hungry too, but may I invite you to the hottest teahouse in Lingqi County for refreshments?"

By the time Chu Yuheng waved away everyone around and sat in the small room of the teahouse with Rong Muluo, it was already time.

Every day in the middle of the day, this teahouse in Lingqi County not only serves dim sum, but also some serious dishes; most of them are seafood from the river and poultry along the river.

After all, it was the Son of Heaven condescending to have lunch here, and Rong Mu's order was suitable for both light and thick meals, and almost everything Chu Yuheng liked to use.

Crab Roe and Shrimp Chowder, Smoked Anchovies, Fried Lamb...

Chu Yuheng raised his chin slightly, feeling his heart warm.

Rong Muxu still cared about him, otherwise he wouldn't order all the dishes to his taste.

But when Chu Yuheng looked at the last few plates of exquisite dim sum served by the waiter, a strange familiar feeling hit his heart for a moment.

"This is made by the cook who came back from the capital." Rong Mu pushed in front of him and introduced.

Hearing Rong Mu say that these are desserts made by Haojing's cook, Chu Yuheng lowered his eyes: "I don't know that you like these."

"It's always been love." It's just that you don't know it.

Rong Mu would order one or two dishes when eating with Chu Yuheng before, but Chu Yuheng didn't care and didn't care much.

In fact, not only Chu Yuheng didn't know, even Song Du, who had been serving him personally, only knew that Rong Mu was fond of sweets at the end of last year.

Since he was a child in Qingquan Temple, he kept a few pieces of caramel with him.

After such a preparation, he chose Song Du to serve him personally. Song Du took care of his daily food, from tea to fruits and vegetables, and he didn't feel embarrassed to buy caramel in front of Song Du.Presumably, he had given up this sweet taste for several years, and the days before dealing with Hao Jing were too sad, so he asked Steward Zhou to serve some sweet dishes, but he still restrained himself.

After he settled down in Lingqi County, the habit of carrying candy with him made a comeback under the smudge of Lingqi County's idle life.

Now he has a small bag of sugar on his sleeve, which he bought from the sugar shop beside him when he went to school to deal with daily affairs in the morning.

But now Chu Yuheng doesn't know this, and Rong Mu is not annoyed.He only condemned himself in his heart, and now it's pointless to reveal these small details.

He was the first to pick up a piece of soft crisp with his chopsticks, and Rong Mu swallowed the mouthful of crisp in silence.

But Rong Mu's indifference fell in Chu Yuheng's eyes, making Chu Yuheng unconsciously confused.

He seems to have provoked Ah Mu again by accident, and Ah Mu is in danger now...

From the very beginning, Rong Mu was an amazing person. At the age of more than ten years old, Rong Mu was a young man with a sense of loyalty and a little pride, but such a person would always surround him with a smile on his face, and would reduce his peers just because of his dislike. dealings with others.

Later, Rong Mu seemed to want to crush tenderness and attach it to the spine. Since entering the dynasty, Rong Mu's whole body is like a pot of white water without tea leaves.

Before seeing Rong Mu, Chu Yuheng thought about why Rong Mu, who had been with him for ten years, would make such a risky move and leave Haojing.

It was his favoritism towards Wen Li that made Rong Mu's heart die, or he ignored the importance of Rong Mu in his heart, so that his neglect for many years made Rong Mu's heart cold, so cool that Rong Mu also changed.

When he can no longer have what he has, he will discover the bits and pieces about Rong Mu in the past, and after careful exploration, there are exciting points...

But maybe the gentle boy he used to be turned into a man who would stab him with a knife.

It is the most painful among all kinds of situations in the world to recall the things you had when you lost them.

As long as he nodded in response to Rong Mu's desire not to return to Haojing, he would never be able to chase Rong Mu back.

The repentance that comes late is always accompanied by fine cutting, repeatedly pulsating in Chu Yuheng's innermost heart.

No matter how much he repented now, it was too late for the two of them.

Chu Yuheng's meal was like chewing wax, and he couldn't use a few chopsticks at all. During this time, he had been silently watching Rong Mu, but Rong Mu didn't raise his chopsticks to pick up some of his favorite dishes on the table.

It would be fine if these dishes were too meaty, but the beef bones were stewed with radish, and Rong Mu used more sweet dishes, almost one-third of the sweet and sour pork bones were used by Rong Mu.

Thinking of the dishes on the table, which pastry was the first that Rong Mu opened his mouth, Chu Yuheng immediately understood.

Rong Muxu has a sweet tooth...

After the meal, Rong Mu set out the cups and poured two cups of fragrant tea.

The two drank tea silently, while Rong Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, the winter is warm and warm, and the light shines through the window on the bone of his hand resting on the handle, and the soft light path crawls along his fingertips all the way to the Adam's apple of his flawless neck, as if wrapping his whole body together. The color of a layer of white glaze.

But when Rong Mu saw clearly the sliver of tea in front of Yuheng, thinking about the meal just now, he didn't see this person moving his chopsticks too much, Rong Mu took down the strong tea he specially ordered for Chu Yuheng from the porcelain cup, and put down the porcelain cup Zhan was suspicious: "The food in Lingqi County doesn't suit His Majesty's taste?"

Chu Yuheng shook his head.

But this silence is unusual, Rong Mu lowered his eyes.

This person is probably not hungry yet.

Seeing that Chu Yuheng was silent, Rong Mu stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of pastry, and didn't ask the person in front of him much.

Waiting for Rong Mu's concern all the time, Chu Yuheng saw that Rong Mu was still concentrating on eating snacks after eating a bowl of white rice, but the usual greetings that should have been in the past were delayed.

Chu Yuheng silently clenched his fists resting on his kneecaps, and the scene of the man in white drinking tea in silence fell into his dark eyebrows, and his inherent nobility and arrogance also slightly dissipated.

Seeing that the porcelain plates that originally held Sifang Xiaobing were all gone, Chu Yuheng finally couldn't help it: "Ah Mu, you love this snack, so many cooks in Haojing can make it, and you can make it better than this." Much more delicious."

Just as Rong Mu put down the bamboo chopsticks, the little crisp in his mouth hadn't had time to swallow.

Mention Haojing's dim sum in a decent way...Could it be that Chu Yuheng still wants to coax him back to the capital?

The good appetite disappeared a bit, Rong Mu chewed a few mouthfuls of crispy crisps dumbly, then took a handkerchief and wiped his lips: "Actually, the famous dim sum in these teahouses are made by the master who returned from his old age in Haojing."

Chu Yuheng: ...

"And has His Majesty forgotten?"

"what?"

Rong Mu's glazed eyes flashed, and he met Chu Yuheng's four eyes: "More than ten years ago, I gave your Majesty the dim sum from cook Haojing."

"Is there such a thing?" Chu Yuheng was surprised.

"Yeah." Rong Musong let out a lazy laugh, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly with sarcasm, "It was the snacks that Shen Shumo gave me, and I gave them to His Majesty."

Being reminded by Rong Mu, Chu Yuheng suddenly remembered that such a thing happened, but when he continued to search deep in his memory, his sinking heart suddenly ached——

The dessert that Rong Mu gave him was knocked over by him in the end.