QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Peaceful Princess x Temperamental King (5)

The pink lips smiled lightly, she looked at the people indifferently, and said: "Your Majesty has an idea, it's not something I can say."

She paused, "If the sisters want to see your Majesty, you can tell your Majesty in person."

Wen Yuanrou is stupid to do such a thing. She had come to this point because of Anfen, and if she took the initiative to provoke right and wrong, it would not be good for her.

The women present here are all a little dark, if they dare, wherever they need to borrow a gentle mouth.

They can see it now, this gentle Yuanrou looks kind on the surface, but in fact, it doesn't let herself suffer at all.

But they don't have any way right now. Who is your Majesty's Three Thousand Harem, who will pet one person alone?

Just wait and see, now she is so mad, sometimes she will cry in the future.

The words are not too speculative, but when it comes to Shen Ruohan's things, Wen Yuanrou dialed a thousand catties twice and did not let anyone get any benefits. The girls broke their silver teeth, and they had no choice but to return to the hall unwillingly.

Send these people away. The huge palace fell silent.

Wen Yuanrou got up and suddenly ordered: "Let the people in the small kitchen prepare some lotus leaves. My palace wants to cook some food."

Cuixiu was taken aback, and smiled: "Is the empress going to do it for your majesty?"

I thought that Wen Yuanrou would nod her head, but she shook her head: "Your Majesty eats fine grains, and it's a joke to give to your Majesty." The implication is to eat it yourself.

Cui Xiu felt more and more that she couldn't understand Wen Yuanrou, and the empress didn't seem to fight with others, and everything was indifferent. Your Majesty is now, and I don't see her rejoicing, and my Majesty does not come or see her complaining.

It's as if he didn't take your Majesty to heart.

She thought this might feel a bit ridiculous. The women in this palace couldn't wait to stick to your Majesty's body. Although her own dear wife didn't show it, she should like it inside.

She didn't dare to think deeply, lowered her head and explained the matter according to Wen Yuanrou's orders.

When everything was ready, Wen Yuanrou changed into a light palace outfit and went straight to the small kitchen.

There is also an imperial chef in the small kitchen. Everyone thinks that Wen Yuanrou will only move her lips, and it is the people in the kitchen or the old mothers who do it in the end.

After Wen Yuanrou really did it, everyone realized that she was wrong again.

The action is skillful, not as pleasing to the eyes, but he is really cooking the food, not perfunctory, with seriousness and concentration in his eyebrows, as if this is a sacred and inviolable thing.

Let the person next to you watch, somehow, some are not good.

Taoyuan is probably the most complicated person in this group. She arranged for Wen Yuanrou to be the princess. She probably could have guessed the life of Wen Yuanrou before.

What kind of contempt will the princess who came out of the palace girl in this harem.

She looked at Wen Yuanrou's familiar movements, but in her mind she could already think of how little princesses lived before, perhaps even worse than their group of court ladies.

When Shen Ruohan came to Changhua Palace again, he didn't send someone over in advance. When he came, he found that there were only a few little palace ladies and eunuchs guarding the Changhua Palace.

Wen Yuanrou, who is the master, is not in the palace, nor can he see anyone.

He calmly asked, "Where is the empress?"

The little palace lady crawled on the ground and replied tremblingly: "Your Majesty, the lady is in the small kitchen."

Shen Ruohan frowned, and walked as the little palace lady said. He walked slowly, approaching step by step, and the appearance in the kitchen was also in sight.

Wearing a plain light blue gauze dress, Wen Yuanrou took out the contents of the pot and placed it on the white porcelain plate. The smile in her eyes was more real than the hypocritical smile last night.

Cui Xiu felt wrong when she stood aside, turning her head back, her eyes widened a bit.

She trembled a little and wanted to speak, but Shen Ruohan glanced lightly, with a hint of warning.

Wen Yuanrou didn't realize the turbulent turbulence was hidden in the small kitchen. She concentrated on doing this. After she finished fiddling with everything, she turned around to discover Shen Ruohan's arrival.

She was shocked, but she quickly reacted, bending over to salute: "Your Majesty, Jinan."

Shen Ruohan's gaze fell on the shameless little black ball in her hands, and raised his eyebrows. Unable to see what it was for, he glanced at Wen Yuanrou and said lightly: "Get up."

In the clean and tidy kitchen, a slim woman smiled warmly, just like the scene he had imagined.

Shen Ruohan's heart is full of flavours, and his expression is light, as calm as before. It's just this scene, and the thought of wanting to stay, let him know that he is not so calm.

He turned around and whispered: "Take it to the main hall." He didn't say anything else.

The people in the palace who have never seen the two-person get-together mode are a little nervous, it seems that his majesty is angry, and it seems that he hasn't. Wen Yuanrou pursed her lips and asked Cui Xiu to put things up and follow Shen Ruohan.

Only this dish of unclear dishes was placed on the large table in the hall. Shen Ruohan looked at Wen Yuanrou. She separated the lotus leaves with her bright white fingers, revealing the yellowish rice inside.

Wen Yuanrou handled it carefully, serving the rice in a small blue and white bowl, and the hot rice exuded a seemingly non-existent fragrance.

"You figured it out by yourself?" Shen Ruohan asked in a low voice, he didn't believe Wen Yuanrou.

Wen Yuanrou smiled and nodded, "I'm afraid that it doesn't taste according to your majesty's intentions. I hope your majesty will forgive me."