"Jiejue? I'm hungry."

Liang Wenqian had an injury on his hand, so he touched his hand that he had wrapped into a big rice dumpling. Then his lips trembled, making him even more pitiful.

"Jiejue, I hurt! My hands, my legs, my front, chest, back and head! I'm still hungry...Jiejue, I want to eat chicken thighs!"

Fang Jue calmed down and couldn't help looking at his stupid master.

"Okay, master, wait, Fang Jue will prepare meals for you now."

Liang Wenqian was satisfied, but he stood there and blinked, and sniffed slightly again with the tip of his nose.

The wind passes without traces, but the fragrance remains when people pass by it.

This is Zhou Yanqing's fragrance, the mysterious body fragrance, the fragrance engraved in the soul.

The fragrance is like a clear rain, like the Zen meaning in the temple, a bit like agarwood, but not like agarwood, but it is fresh and rich, refreshing and refreshing.

Liang Wenqin looked dazed and confused.

Early this morning, Li Quanfu was beating him, whipping him with a whip, clamping him with a board, and stabbing a steel needle into his fingers.

He was in pain at that time.

But suddenly I smelled the mysterious fragrance, and then the emperor walked out from behind the screen, and the fragrance became even more fragrant and fragrant.

He was injured at the time, but when he smelled the emperor's fragrance, he was so strange that he no longer felt pain. Even his drowsy mind felt a little clearer.

It made him very happy, which was a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart.

But, it's really strange!

It is obvious that the emperor didn’t smell good before, but why did it suddenly become fragrant?

Liang Wenqin was confused with confusion, but he didn't think much about it. Instead, he seemed fascinated, his fair nose twitched and took several deep breaths.

It's a pity.

People leave fragrance, but when people leave, the residual body fragrance will soon be blown away by the wind and snow.

Liang Wenqin was frowning, and he collapsed his shoulder pitifully, "Xiangxiang is gone..."

"It smells so good!"

"I really want to take a few more puffs."

"Just two!"

He stood there and mumbled, and finally his dull eyes lit up, as if a divine light was rising.

He thought of it, he thought of a good idea!

Then he looked at Fang Jue, who was preparing for meals sneakily, and whispered in a low voice: "Juejue won't be angry, right... must not be?"

Then he dragged his injured leg and jumped around with one foot, paying attention to Fang Jue while moving out quietly...

The other end.

Zhou Yanqing returned to Zichen Palace. She rubbed her frozen hands that had just walked outside and angrily rushed into her palm.

"Li Zan, is there a small hand stove in the palace?"

It was just the first month of the year, but the goose feathers were snowing heavily and the weather was too cold.

"Hand stove?" The little eunuch Li Zan looked confused, as if he didn't understand.

"It's just a baby warmer. It's not big. You can use hot water or boiling coal. In short, it's hot and can be used to warm your hands."

After she hunched for a long time, Li Zan was still confused.

Zhou Yanqing: "...Forget it, it seems that there is no one. Let's do it. I will write a list and help me get some materials."

She picked up the brush and recalled that she had seen the little emperor's personal writing in the imperial study. She wrote it carefully a little slowly, but the handwriting she wrote was exactly the same as the little emperor, and it was full of grandeur... The dog crawling words!

The fonts are almost separated!

"Take it!"

After writing, she stuffed Li Zan's arms, and rushed to the brazier and squatted on the ground and stretched out her hand to roast the fire.

Li Zan glanced at Shanzi, looked at Zhou Yanqing again, and finally responded, and then walked out of Zichen Palace.

...

"Sir, letters from the palace."
Chapter completed!