The Princess's Notebook

Zhao Feiran smiled awkwardly, "You, you are quite capable. But I want to know, what kind of snack are you going to make?"

"Just wait. Dim sum is dim sum. Even though it's not as good as what the restaurant usually prepares, it's still a token of my appreciation."

Hearing the uncertainty in her words, Zhao Feiran perked up again, "Hey, don't tell me you don't know what you're going to do. But it's okay this way... you did it, so it's worth it. I'm not the kind of person who would say a few nice words to you."

Seeing the stairs in front of her, Shiqi Niang successfully took advantage of the opportunity to back off, "Your Highness, are you really hungry?"

Zhao Feiran glanced at her eyebrows and eyes, which were delicate, white, and smooth like jade. In such a messy place as the kitchen, her unique charm was even more evident. He leaned close to Shiqi Niang's ear and spoke slowly, "Do you think I'm hungry? Didn't you ask me to come here for a snack?"

In an instant, it seemed as if an inexplicable breath flowed along the meridians to every part of her limbs and bones. Shiqi Niang's hand holding the red bean paste trembled slightly.

"But, but, as you can see, I don't know much..."

The man moved closer, put his hands around her waist, and moved them back and forth gently. "I don't know much, just not much. It's not like I don't know anything. Just pick up some of what you know. It's your doing anyway, so I won't be picky."

The heat from his palm penetrated through her skirt and burned every inch of her skin.

Shiqi Niang knew that he didn't care about what happened last night, so she became bolder and said, "I, I don't know much. How about we eat some red bean paste buns?"

He seemed to be deaf and had not heard anything, his hands just wandered around without stopping. When Shiqi Niang asked again, he hummed with a trembling nasal voice, as if answering, but also as if asking again.

"How about red bean paste buns?" The young lady avoided his sight and lowered her head.

Still no one answered, Shiqi Niang could no longer bear it, she stamped her feet suddenly and shouted in a stern voice: "Do you want to eat or not?"

"Eat, anything is fine."

"Get out of the way! Don't disturb me, or I'll salt you to death." The young lady looked fierce on the outside but was actually weak on the inside.

Zhao Feiran also realized that he had gone too far, so he took two steps back, smiled at her, and stopped moving.

Therefore, after half an hour, a basket of hot buns came out of the oven. If you ignore the twisted appearance, the three or five burst holes on them are quite fragrant and make people salivate.

Shiqi Niang called Zhao Feiran, "Come and take a look!"

Zhao Feiran approached, and seemed to be dazzled by the hot steam. He looked at it for a long time before saying, "You're just going to give me this to eat?"

It was indeed a bit ugly, but Shiqi Niang tried to make up for it: "It doesn't look good, but this thing is for eating, not for looking at. Try it, if it tastes good, then it's good. Why bother with these details?"

His eyes fell on the center of the steamer. The fried buns were really eye-catching. He praised them seriously, "Well, it's just a trivial matter. There's no need to worry about it."

Shiqi Niang didn't want to look at his disgusted look any longer, and reached out to take the buns. However, she didn't expect that the buns, which had just come out of the steamer, were very hot. When she touched them, it felt like her skin was burned, and she cried out in surprise.

"Did you get burned?" Zhao Feiran came over, looking disgusted, and pushed Shiqi Niang away, going straight to the steamer. "This thing is hot, you have to wait a while." Then he stood still, guarding the steamer, not wanting Shiqi Niang to make another mistake.

Shiqi Niang was the one who acted foolishly. She didn't want to say anything more and just stood there awkwardly.

They looked at each other in silence for half an incense stick of time before Shiqi Niang asked, "Can it be taken out?"

Zhao Feiran did not answer.

After an incense stick of time, Shiqi Niang asked again.

Zhao Feiran still didn't answer.

Shiqi Niang was puzzled, "Do you know?!" Seeing that he couldn't say anything, "You don't know either, and you still have the nerve to laugh at me! Get out of the way, I'll do it. It will be done in a while." As she said that, she pushed Zhao Feiran away with her elbow and went to get the buns herself.

Everything went smoothly. Two whole bowls of red bean paste buns were in a crooked and messy mess.

The two of them sat opposite each other at a small square table in the back kitchen. Because of the appearance of the buns, no one dared to try them, and the seats were empty for a long time. The longer Shiqi Niang waited, the more anxious she became. This was really embarrassing, and she couldn't help but eat a bite herself first.

The red bean paste is tender and sweet, and the dough is soft.

"Yes, you can have one too."

Zhao Feiran didn't move, but after seeing Shiqi Niang eat the second one, he couldn't help but grab one. After taking a bite, it was no different from the usual buns in the dining hall.

"It's a pity that people prepare red bean paste and dough in advance!"

He really can't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth.

Before she finished her words, Shiqi Niang quickly pushed another plate of buns in front of her. "If it's not good, then I won't bother you to judge it. I, a mere mortal, will finish it myself."

"Wang Shiqi, you promised to apologize to me! Open your eyes and look around the world. Is there anyone who apologizes like you?"

"You're talking about me! I was a little impulsive last night, and that was not good, but you can't blame me entirely..."

Zhao Feiran ate his buns while looking at Seventeen. "It's only been a month, Wang Seventeen. Why do I feel like you've become more capable? In the past, you were bold, but not as bold as this. Now you've only been in my East Palace for a month, and you dare to challenge me and criticize me."

The young lady was startled, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that it was true. She smiled hurriedly and said, "No, no, I have changed my identity, but I still rely on you, Your Highness."

Feeling very pleased, he asked: "Since we are talking about last night, I'll give you a chance to explain it carefully. I can't let you wrongly accuse me for nothing!" Shiqi Niang: How should I say this? I can't just say that I think he is a pervert!

After thinking it over, "I, I'll wait for His Highness to come back..." As she spoke, it was as if she was really waiting, waiting without hope, with resentment in her eyes, "I've waited for a long time but you didn't come back. I really couldn't wait any longer, I don't even know when I fell asleep. I just felt pain in my arm in a daze in the middle of the night, I think it was pressed..."

Originally, Zhao Feiran watched her acting very seriously, but later, when he saw that she showed some resentment, he turned to self-reflection.

In the past month since coming to the East Palace, apart from sleeping together at night, they have had very little interaction. She was new here, and she didn't know if the East Palace staff took her seriously, listened to her orders, or suffered from her bullying. Suddenly, Zhao Feiran felt something was wrong. If she was not doing well in the East Palace and had resentment in her heart, it shouldn't be like this. That loud slap in the face was not something that could be done by resentment or resentment!

"Wang Shiqi, tell the truth!"

"I," Shiqi Niang said, imitating the words in the book she had read, and took a breath, "Why am I not honest? What should I do so that His Highness will think I am honest?"

"Humph, you still want to lie to me! Don't you think your hand is cramped and won't obey me?"

"Ah!" I guessed it! Shiqi Niang's watery eyes turned back and forth, thinking, "I...you questioned me!"

"You!" Zhao Feiran was speechless.

Seizing the opportunity, Shiqi Niang played the victim, "I am a girl from a humble family, new here, and I don't know anything. Everyone I meet is either talented or noble, but I have nothing but the title of Crown Princess. I..." Shiqi Niang's eyes moistened as she seemed to be too immersed in the play, "I... I... I am really pitiful."

He was originally a victim, but in the young lady's mouth, he instantly became the perpetrator. Zhao Feiran had a severe headache.

"Why don't you say anything? You have nothing to say!" Shiqi Niang stopped eating her buns and focused on scolding, "I knew it! People like me are destined to have no good way out."

"Being a crown princess isn't a good way out, Wang Shiqi, you are blinded by your own greed!"

"Crown Princess! Humph, wasn't Concubine Wan of the previous dynasty also a Crown Princess in the past?" Wang Shiqi turned left and right, walking down as he wished, but in fact he didn't know what he was saying.

In the previous dynasty, Concubine Wan was promoted from Crown Princess to Concubine Wan because Emperor Wu was incompetent and favored Empress Shi.

Hearing this, Zhao Feiran was furious. Comparing him with the Emperor Wu of the previous dynasty, only Wang Shiqi dared to do so.

"Wang Shiqi, stop reading those incomprehensible books! Otherwise your brain will become worse. If you have nothing to do, go to Chongwen Pavilion for a walk. If that doesn't work, go to Huiwen Hall and listen to the doctor's lecture. Your brain is full of mush!"

"You...you don't have to say anything. It makes people feel sad!"

Zhao Feiran glanced at her and said, "Don't say anything. You're making me so angry that my head hurts!"

Finally, one person was in front and the other was behind, looking at each other in silence and returning to Tianguang Palace. Zhao Feiran was about to go in, but saw that Shiqi Niang behind him had no intention of leaving, "Go back to your Cheng'en Palace, I'm still angry!"

Even though they were bickering, Shiqi Niang always remembered that she was here to apologize, so she didn't dare to leave. She even sent away the two little girls, Jingui and Yingui.

Seeing that the man not only did not leave, but stood obediently in the corridor, as if waiting for an imperial order, Zhao Feiran suddenly thought of the scene he saw when he just left the Zhanshi Mansion. He was overjoyed for a moment, moved his mouth, suppressed his smile, and pretended not to care at all.

"If you don't go back, do you want to stay here with me tonight?"

After saying that, he looked at the young lady without missing a beat. But she looked at him with bright eyes, "Is it not possible?" Zhao Feiran was dazzled and distracted. Unable to hold back, he asked, "This is not your Cheng'en Palace. If you come here, you must abide by my rules!"

Seventeen came forward and pulled his arm, "Am I not the Crown Princess?"

"Yes!"

"Are there any other concubines in the three halls behind the East Palace?"

"Nothing."

"Then what's wrong with me living here?"

She asked directly and openly, and Zhao Feiran had many thoughts in his mind. This... shouldn't be entirely an apology! But Zhao Feiran had never enjoyed her asking so coquettishly, so he couldn't help but be reserved, "You can come if you want!"

Shiqi Niang didn't care, "I can come if I want to! Your Highness forgot that I haven't given you a reply to what you said a month ago. Don't you want to listen?"

The moonlight is bright and the courtyard is deep. Under the eaves, a graceful woman stands. The summer night breeze blows her long skirt, creating waves, and her exquisite phoenix-head shoes appear and disappear from time to time.

The man looked down at his shoes, unable to suppress his heartbeat, "Have you... have you thought it through?"

The woman said delicately, "I've thought it over. Your Highness, do you want to listen?"

I don't know why, maybe because he is not very successful, but when the time comes, he feels a little shy and nervous, and he doesn't know what to say for a long time.

"I want to go inside and tell His Highness about it."

In a daze, Zhao Feiran didn't know what to do next. He just followed his heart, but with a mixture of awkwardness, he held the young lady's hand and slowly walked into the Tianguang Palace.

Her hands were slender and smooth, like green onions and satin. They were soft and boneless in his hands. He was afraid that if he didn't do it right, he would crush them. He was also afraid that if he didn't do it right, he would lose them. He didn't know which way to go. In his anxiety, Zhao Feiran's palms were sweating. He wanted to let go of her for a moment, but he couldn't bear to do so and held her tightly.

In this way, he crossed the threshold, walked through the carved partition, and entered the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)