By the creek in the woods, after Yan Ruocheng and the others stayed for a few days, they felt that the sound of artillery fire in the distance had stopped, so they asked a few guards to go and inquire about the situation. After the guards made inquiries, they came back and reported that the enemy soldiers had retreated.
The carriage then continued on its journey.
Qianling City is heavily manned, with large forts surrounding the city gates. As soon as enemy soldiers are discovered, they will open fire directly.
Huang Fengmo and his party came to the large mansion here. The area of this mansion was similar to the one in Huangcheng. The only difference was that there was a small pond in the center.
"Uncle Mo, your mansion is so beautiful. There is also a pond with so many carps." Xiao Ling ran to the pond with interest to watch the fish swimming.
"Be careful, don't get so close." Yan Ruocheng said, and walked to him to watch the carp together.
Huang Fengmo let the guards push him and returned to the side room to rest.
Xiaoling asked Yan Ruocheng, "Mother, have you offended Uncle Mo again?"
Yan Ruocheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Gui Lingjing, are you so discerning?"
"You can tell when you look at Uncle Mo in the carriage and keep silent. However, has Uncle Mo been a little too stingy recently? I used to bully him so much, but he didn't care about me, but he cared about you, mother.
His feet smell." Xiao Ling said analytically.
Yan Ruocheng raised his hand on his forehead and asked, "Do you also think he was angry because I said his feet smelled bad?"
Xiao Ling asked back: "That day, you made such a loud noise in the carriage that the servants heard you, didn't you?"
Yan Ruozhen stood up with a sigh and said, "It's all said and done. I'm going to make some steamed buns to coax him. You can play with yourself, don't be naughty."
Xiao Ling grinned and said: "I know, hurry up and make steamed buns. I want the ones with osmanthus flavor."
"I'm going to see what flowers can be picked in this big yard. There may not be osmanthus." Yan Ruocheng said as he walked.
In the courtyard of the mansion, there are many large and small flower trees, including locust trees, leeks, day lilies, peonies, spider plants, osmanthus, chrysanthemums, peonies and so on.
Yan Ruocheng picked some leeks and sweet-scented osmanthus and went to the kitchen to turn on the stove to cook fresh steamed buns.
Huang Fengmo was alone in the side room, feeling bored. He thought that Yan Ruocheng would definitely follow him to coax him back, but she didn't come for a long time.
He rolled the wheelchair in circles around the room. His legs were fixed too long and he accidentally bumped into the coffee table, causing him to burst into pain.
"Hiss!" I wanted to reach out and rub the sore instep, but my hands were not long enough and I couldn't grasp it.
"Here comes someone!" He had to call the guards in.
"His Royal Highness, what are your orders?" One of the guards came in and asked.
"Rub my feet for me." He ordered boringly.
The guard was a little uncomfortable with hearing this, and seemed stunned in a daze.
"Why are you still here? I asked you to come over and rub your feet, don't you understand?" Huang Fengmo said angrily.
"Yes, yes." The guard understood. He walked over to his feet and pulled his feet with rough hands without paying attention. Huang Fengmo straightened up in pain.
"Oh! Why are you using so much force! The bones in the instep of my feet are broken! Hiss!" Huang Fengmo reminded him angrily.
The guard was quite innocent when he scolded him. He could only hold a knife weighing several dozen kilograms on weekdays. He was used to using his strength, so he didn't know how hard he could rub his feet.
The guard took the rubbing as a massage, grabbed his instep, and pushed him away with all his strength.
I could only hear the "clicking" sound of bones breaking from the instep.
Then, Huang Fengmo's screams came from the side room.
Yan Ruozhen was waiting for the buns to come out of the oven, and the guard came hurriedly to call her.
"Imperial Concubine, it's not good! Something happened to His Highness the First Prince!"
"What happened? What happened?" she asked urgently.
"The eldest prince's foot is broken again!" the guard told her fearfully.
"Scared? Why did it break?" Yan Ruocheng asked.
"His Royal Highness is the eldest prince. He asked his subordinate to rub his feet, but his strength was wrong. He used too much force and accidentally pushed it off. Please forgive me for your wrath." The guard knelt down and explained.
"It's okay, don't be so afraid, it's not your fault." After Yan Ruozhen understood the reason, he didn't get angry at all.
"Princess, please go and see Your Highness quickly," the guard urged.
"Wait a minute, don't go back yet, wait until I finish steaming the buns," Yan Ruocheng said.
"This?" The guard was confused. In the past, whenever the Imperial Concubine heard that something happened to His Highness, the First Prince, she would rush there as soon as possible, but now she is surprisingly calm.
After a long time, the buns were steamed. Yan Ruocheng asked the guard to get the medicine box first. She went over with a plate of buns and looked for Huang Fengmo.
As soon as he entered the side room, several guards held his swollen instep high.
"Husband, do you want to take a bite of the buns? I just steamed them." Even though Yan Ruocheng saw the condition of his feet, he pretended to be nonchalant and said deliberately.
"Ruocheng! Didn't you see that I'm really in pain? You're talking about eating steamed buns!" Huang Fengmo said angrily.
Yan Ruocheng took the bun by himself and ate it slowly. He walked to his injured foot and patted his instep casually.
"Oh! You're still hitting me!" Huang Fengmo bounced in pain and cursed urgently.
"Shouldn't you hit me? Okay, why do you want a guard who is used to holding knives to rub your feet? Why can't you wait for me to rub your feet?" Yan Ruocheng said with a straight face.
Huang Fengmo explained: "I bumped into the coffee table by accident. My feet hurt, so I called someone in. Why are you not with me? You still have the nerve to talk about me now!"
"That's not because you are angry. If you are angry and ignore me, how dare I hang around you." Yan Ruocheng retorted.
"Can I not be angry? You said my feet smell so loudly!" Huang Fengmo said angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, some of the guards around him couldn't help but smile.
"You all get out of here and do four hundred push-ups!" Huang Feng Mo ordered angrily.
The guards had no choice but to go out, and Yan Ruozhen checked his injured foot.
"Hold on, I'm going to reset it."
"Wait! You take the bun and stuff it in my mouth first."
"Hey, don't worry, it won't hurt very much and you'll be fine soon."
As soon as Yan Ruocheng finished speaking, he neatly pulled the instep of his foot and straightened it back. The so-called click was faster than lightning.
Huang Fengmo was in great pain, but she was so fast that he couldn't scream even if he wanted to.
After Yan Ruocheng applied the herbs on him, he went to wash his hands and said, "You are angry with me for saying your feet smell bad, and I am also angry with you for always holding back your sulking. Obviously you would not be angry at such a trivial matter before.
Is there anything else that makes you so angry?"
"No, I'm just angry that you said my feet smell." Huang Fengmo said in a covert manner.
"Really?" Yan Ruozhen asked questioningly.
"Really." Huang Fengmo just didn't show it.
"Okay, at least your feet stink. I won't say they stink anymore, just say they smell good, okay?" Yan Ruocheng coaxed.
"Are you trying to coax or are you angry with me? Do you still need to ask this kind of question?" Huang Fengmo said angrily.
"Didn't you say, how do I know what you think?" Yan Ruocheng still asked desperately.
"I don't want to pay attention to you, idiot!" Huang Fengmo was coaxed by her into laughter.
"The buns are just right now, do you want to eat them?" Yan Ruocheng deliberately gave him one that tasted like chives.
Huang Fengmo took the bun and smelled it, and said: "You still think you didn't punish me enough just now, so you want to give me a chive-flavored one. You know that I don't like food recently, but you give it to me like this."
"Obviously, husband, you have never rejected the taste of leeks, so why don't you like to eat them recently?" Yan Ruocheng asked pretendingly.
Huang Chenling was the only one who didn't like to eat leeks. Huang Fengmo deliberately changed his taste to Huang Chenling's. Yan Ruocheng gradually began to treat him as Huang Chenling.
It's just the beginning now, so he does this on purpose.
"I feel that if I eat it, my legs will cramp, so I don't want to eat it." Huang Fengmo gave a random reason.
"It's not macaroni, how could it be?" Yan Ruocheng ate slowly, which reminded her that Huang Chenling used to hate leeks because of its taste.
"Anyway, I don't like it anymore. I eat the sweet-scented osmanthus flavor." Huang Fengmo said unnaturally.
"Okay, I'll give you the sweet-scented osmanthus flavor." Yan Ruocheng seemed to have thought of something. After handing the bun to him, she sat on the bed and stared at him eating.
"Why are you staring at me?" Huang Fengmo asked.
"Look who you are imitating?" Huang Fengmo almost choked on the bun as soon as he said this.
Yan Ruozhen seemed to have guessed correctly, Huang Fengmo was suspicious of her and Huang Chenling again.
"Husband." She approached him and said, "Are you thinking about imitating Chen Ling during this period?"
"No, what are you thinking about?" Huang Fengmo said in a face-saving manner.
"If not, you can imitate his hand gestures for holding steamed buns, even showing the orchid fingers." Yan Ruocheng pointed and said. Huang Chenling has a bad habit, that is, when she likes to pick up hot buns, she will use her orchid fingers.
Take it. Every time she sees it, she will make fun of it.
"It's a bit hot. I deliberately imitated him, but I also picked it up like this." Huang Fengmo insisted. At this time, he thought that he was not embarrassed, and the embarrassment was her. This extraordinary reason was used to exchange for
own face.
"Okay, I believe you. Actually, I want to say, husband, you have your own characteristics. Don't think I don't know. When you like to eat steamed buns, you will smell its aroma with your nose first, and then you will feel comfortable with it.
I can eat it. I like dust.
Ling, but I also care about you, husband. Stop thinking nonsense, I won't leave you so soon, don't worry." Yan Ruocheng knelt down and rested her head on his lap obediently, like a kitten.
Wanting to be touched by him.
Huang Fengmo sighed, touched her head gently and said, "It seems that you know what you are doing. I really feel like a fool. Are you making fun of me?"
"No. Husband, I like you. I like you very much. I won't hurt you at all and will protect you. Please love me too. That's what I want to say." Yan Ruocheng said with a smile.
