Murong Yu said somewhat complicatedly: "Isn't it a good habit to eat too fast?"
"It doesn't count." Ming Wuyou shook his head, "You have to change, and I will change it with you."
Murong Yu was silent for a while, "Okay."
He picked up the bowl and chopsticks again. This time, according to what Ming Wuyou said, he had to chew each bite more than twenty times. Counting by himself, he didn't eat much in one meal, but he used more than three times the usual amount.
Time doesn't stop.
Ming Wuyou was a little satisfied and warned: "Whenever I'm not with you, you have to eat like this, control the speed, and don't go around in a hurry. Do you understand?"
"Eating is not about fighting, nor is it like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. It is good for your health to chew slowly and carefully."
If this tone of educating children were used by others on Murong Yu, I'm afraid he would sneer at that person, or stare at that person with a pair of cold eyes, and tell that person to get out.
But this person was Ming Wuyou, so Murong Yu felt that what she said was right, and subconsciously told himself that he would do as she said next time.
After taking away the bowls and plates, Aunt Bai brought tea and soup.
Ming Wuyou asked Murong Yu to talk and asked about the snow disaster. Murong Yu repeatedly assured that everything had been taken care of and then asked her about what happened in the past few days.
The two chatted for a while, and Murong Yu suddenly remembered something: "I just saw a fan on your desk, are you making fans again?"
"Yeah." Ming Wuyou nodded, "It's been snowing recently, so I don't have much time to go out, so I stay at home and make fans when I'm bored."
Murong Yu turned over Ming Wuyou's hand and carefully inspected it to make sure there were no new scars before saying: "You don't have to make so many fans for me. If you're bored, just read a book. If you don't want to read, invite someone to come and listen to the show."
That’s fine.”
"Uh..." Ming Wuyou hesitated and said, "That fan..."
Murong Yu asked: "What's wrong with that fan?"
"That's right, I actually made that fan for my eldest brother."
Murong Yu's face instantly darkened, "Is it for Yun Ziheng?"
"Yeah..." Ming Wuyou looked at him, "When he was treating his eyes earlier, he begged, and then I agreed. You wouldn't...don't want me to make a fan for others, right?"
"What do you think?" Murong Yu looked at Ming Wuyou with a gloomy expression: "He is your eldest brother, but he is much closer than me, isn't he?"
"Do I have a position that I don't want to do?"
Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment, and these three sour questions made Ming Wuyou laugh: "How stingy! Just do this, okay? I've already promised to others."
Murong Yu pursed her lips.
She had many relatives and a lot of attention on her, so he was already a little bored.
It's good now. After making the fan for myself, I'll make it for Yun Ziheng. Next time, will I make it for Yun Ziyuan, Yun Zichen and Yun Zimo?
So who can he rank next to Ming Wuyou?
Murong Yu knew that this was actually because he was being stingy.
But he just hoped that Ming Wuyou's heart and eyes would be filled with his own, and that no one else would have any status at all.
He is so domineering.
But those were Ming Wuyou's family members. How could he say these words? He could only feel uncomfortable in his heart.
"Is it okay?" Ming Wuyou asked without giving up, and even came closer to Murong Yu and kissed him between his eyebrows, "Is it okay?"
Murong Yu: "..."
Ming Wuyou's cute and charming attitude soothed Murong Yu's discomfort.
Since it was her business to make fans for others, she didn't have to ask herself this way.
But she is willing to ask more questions like this. Does that mean that she cares about her own mood?
He looked into Ming Wuyou's bright eyes and suddenly said, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he held Ming Wuyou on his lap with a movement of his hand. He held up Ming Wuyou's face with his hands and gave her a solid kiss. Ming Wuyou was panting until he stopped kissing her.
Murong Yu held her tightly in his arms, "Just a handful. You are not allowed to agree to others in the future. I won't allow it."
"……Um."
Ming Wuyou's whole body went limp when he was holding him, and he muttered in a low voice: "You are so difficult to coax."
"Difficult to coax?" Murong Yu raised an eyebrow, "Is it really difficult to coax her with just one kiss?"
Ming Wuyou smiled lowly and said, "Well...it doesn't seem to be difficult to coax, so I'll remember it next time and I'll coax you like this if I have something to do!"
Murong Yu said nothing, lowering his head and sniffing the fragrance of Ming Wuyou's hair, feeling extremely happy.
I really want to marry her home right away.
But the War King has not returned to the capital yet - the heavy snow in the north this time, I wonder if it will delay the War King's return to the capital?
After the King of War returned to the capital, he had to choose an auspicious day to worship his ancestors and return to his clan, and he had to choose auspicious days, get married, and betrothal, and it took a long time. If this continued, he felt that the day of getting married was far away?
Murong Yu frowned and decided to find time tomorrow to summon Qin Tianjian and ask him to calculate all the auspicious days of the year.
He had planned the day in advance and would just wait for the War King to come back.
…
In the blink of an eye, it’s the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Princess Anping’s birthday.
Ming Wuyou got up early, washed up, and went to Princess Anping's Mansion accompanied by Aunt Bai and Caiyue.
The weather is very good today, with clear skies.
It's just because the snow melted earlier and it's still a little cold.
Ming Wuyou held the hand stove and looked at the people hurriedly coming and going on the street, secretly hoping that the disaster situation in the north must be safe, otherwise how many people would suffer.
Princess Anping was the youngest sister of Emperor Taizu, and she was very favored by Emperor Taizu in his later years.
In terms of seniority, she is Murong Yu's imperial aunt.
She was twelve years younger than the King of War. She had worshiped the King of War as a hero since she was a child, and finally she got her wish and married the hero she admired. It was a good talk in the capital.
Due to the prestige of Prince Zhan's Palace and the identity of Princess Anping, today's birthday banquet was basically attended by everyone from the upper class and wealthy circles in Beijing.
When Ming Wuyou arrived, the whole street in front of Prince Zhan's Mansion was full of carriages.
Aunt Bai pointed to a few important cars and introduced them to Ming Wuyou.
"That's the carriage from Princess Ruiyang's Palace, and the carriage from Princess Chenyang's Palace, Duke Ningguo's Palace, Prince Ying's Palace, and Marquis Changle's Palace."
Ming Wuyou nodded one by one and said somewhat helplessly: "Today you have to open your eyes wide and recognize all the people you should know."
Don't be embarrassed if you admit your mistake later.
Aunt Bai smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will be there to give you some advice."
After the carriage stopped, Aunt Bai helped Ming Wuyou get out of the car. Before she could stand still, a girl in a goose-yellow dress suddenly ran up behind her, giggling and saying, "Mom!"
It's a white flute.
Bai Di blinked at Ming Wuyou, then hugged Aunt Bai's arm and shook her in a flattering manner: "I'm also here to wish the princess a birthday. Mother, I'll accompany you in."
Aunt Bai's face suddenly became a little gloomy: "Behave and stand still!"
"Oh." Bai Di took his hands back, folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, smiled without showing his teeth, and instantly became a dignified lady, "Then let's go in?"
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but smile.
Bai Di is cute and smart, and it's really unaccustomed to look at her when she tenses up her expression.
"Why don't you let us in?!" At this moment, a slightly angry female voice suddenly came from the corner door where guests were greeted. This chapter has been completed!