Anyone who is not blind can see the ambiguous and warm atmosphere between Qi Jue and Yan Mingzhu.
Uncle Wu wanted to see Qi Jue live happily more than anyone else. When he saw Qi Jue facing Yan Mingzhu, the smile on his face never faded, and he became more and more convinced that this Miss Yan
, is the future mistress of the palace!
"Yes, Your Highness."
Qi Jue paused again, "Invite Mr. Kong over."
"There is really no need for this. I just accidentally kicked it too hard during a fight. I just need to apply some plaster and rub it a few times and it will be fine. Really, I am also a doctor. There is no need for Mr. Kong to go back and forth."
Qi Jue's eyes glanced at Yan Mingzhu's ankle, and he confirmed with the naked eye that the injury on her ankle was not serious, so he stopped insisting.
After arriving in the wing, Qi Jue gently placed her on the warm couch.
Before Yan Mingzhu could say anything, Qi Jue suddenly held her hand and touched her cheek.
Juan frowned slightly and ordered in a cold voice: "Bring a Tang Pozi over here and bring up a heater."
The weather is getting colder. Yan Mingzhu has been running around outside for almost a day, and her whole body is cold. What's more, her body is already cold, so there is no warmth at all.
After giving the instructions, Qi Jue turned around, opened the drawer, and took out the plaster from it with great accuracy.
Then he sat down next to Yan Mingzhu, held her calf, placed it on his thigh, and rolled up the skirt a certain distance.
"It will hurt a little."
While they were talking, Ruka came in with Yubazi, followed by the servant carrying the stove.
"Girl, hug Mrs. Yu quickly, your hands are turning blue from the cold."
Yan Mingzhu responded, took Mrs. Tang and held her in her arms. The temperature in her hands soon rose slowly, and at this moment, another servant came in.
But this time, what I held in my hand was a plate of lychees.
Yan Mingzhu's eyes brightened when she saw the lychees, "Is it a fresh lychee? Lychees in this season are rare."
Feiyu on the side immediately smiled and said: "Winter is coming soon. The tribute of lychees from Lingnan this year is very few. Yesterday, I just paid a small basket of lychees. Your Majesty knew that Concubine Zhuang loves lychees, so he gave them all to the empress."
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Your Highness went to the Huaqing Palace after the court today, and went to the Huaqing Palace to collect all the lychees and kept them hidden in ice cubes, for fear that the taste would change when you taste them, Miss Yan."
Yan Mingzhu stared blankly at the lychee in her hand. Because it had been kept cold by ice cubes, the whole body was cold.
Peel off the shell and reveal the fresh and tender flesh inside, which is crystal clear, which shows that the lychee has been well preserved.
Lychees are cold, but Qi Jue's unique care for her is like the warm sun in winter, which can warm the whole heart.
"Lychees are cold in nature. No matter how much you like them, you shouldn't eat too many at one time. Do you understand?"
Qi Jue didn't mention what he silently did for Yan Mingzhu. If Feiyu hadn't mentioned it, he would not have mentioned it.
In his opinion, it didn't matter how hard he worked to get the lychees. What mattered was whether Yan Mingzhu was happy after eating the lychees.
Human hearts are made of flesh, not to mention that Qi Jue silently did these things for her in private.
Yan Mingzhu arched her eyebrows and handed the peeled, crystal clear lychee to Qi Jue's mouth.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for taking so much trouble. This is the first one for you to eat. Eat it quickly. I peeled it with my own hands."
Qi Jue curled her thin lips, with a deep smile in her eyes. While leaning forward with her tall body, she lowered her head slightly and opened her mouth to eat.
As if unintentionally, her thin lips lightly brushed against Yan Mingzhu's fingertips.
Although it was instantaneous, the moist touch was extremely clear and rapid, reaching all the way to the heart through the fingertips.
As if being electrocuted, Yan Mingzhu suddenly retracted her hand and rubbed it unconsciously between her fingertips.
"Is it sweet?"
Qi Jue smiled softly, "Well, it's very sweet. I've tasted it and it's not poisonous, so feel free to eat it."
Although she knew that the man was teasing, Yan Mingzhu thought of the touch between her fingertips and glared at him angrily.
Yan Mingzhu took two and gave them to Liu Xiang. Liu Xiang was so happy that she took them with both hands, "Thank you, girl!"
After dividing them, Yan Mingzhu peeled the lychees and ate them herself.
Qi Jue scraped out some of the plaster, first scraped it on his fingertips, and after dispersing it, rubbed it on Yan Mingzhu's ankles.
His movements were soft yet firm, and when he pressed on the ankle, it felt like a massage. Not only was it not painful, it was actually very comfortable.
Yan Mingzhu narrowed her eyes comfortably, and before she knew it, the lychees on the plate were almost empty.
"You can't eat anymore. If you eat too much cold food, you will have stomach upset at night. Is the meal ready?"
Qi Jue pushed the fruit plate aside, and Yan Mingzhu stretched out her hand, but couldn't reach it.
"I'm in good health. It's okay to take two more pills. There isn't much left anyway. It would be a waste if I don't finish them all."
He kept saying what a waste, but his eyes were always fixed on the lychees.
Yan Mingzhu rarely pays special attention to food, unless it is something she really likes, so the way she is reluctant to part with the lychees does not show a bit of a child's nature.
"Keep it with ice. It won't go bad. Eat it tomorrow, be good."
While Qi Jue was coaxing her warmly, the servants had already come in with meals.
Because Qi Jue never eats meat, the meals in the palace are very simple, which is different from usual when Yan Mingzhu is here.
Due to His Highness' special instructions, the cooks racked their brains and used all kinds of cooking skills. As long as they coax this girl Yan well, they will please His Highness!
Because she ate a lot of lychees before the meal, Yan Mingzhu's appetite was not as good as usual.
Qi Jue, who never ate much, quickly put down his chopsticks and focused on peeling shrimps for Yan Mingzhu.
His Royal Highness King Dingbei, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, peeled off the shells of the prawns one by one, and then arranged them neatly in a circle on the small plate.
After arranging it in the shape of a flower, she pushed it to Yan Mingzhu.
"Today's food is not to your liking?"
Qi Jue saw that Yan Mingzhu had slowed down after eating for a while, so he asked.
When the servants waiting nearby heard this, they immediately knelt down with a plop.
"Damn it, you little ones. You didn't prepare a meal that suits Miss Yan. Please punish me, Your Highness!"
Yan Mingzhu immediately raised her hand to signal them to get up, "It's none of your business. Get up. I just ate too many lychees, not just too hungry."
Of course the servants did not dare to get up and looked at Qi Jue cautiously.
Seeing that Qi Jue had no intention of blaming them, he stood up tremblingly.
"What does sugar steamed cake look like?"
Qi Jue asked suddenly, which made Yan Mingzhu stunned, thinking that he had heard wrongly, "What? Your Highness, how do you know about steamed and baked sugar?"
This snack is absolutely not available elsewhere, and only the Ming people know about it.