It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 397

The night was dark, Qian Xiyao went to see the child after returning home, the baby just woke up, she fed a few mouthfuls of milk, played with the child for a while, and waited for the child to fall asleep, and then went back, but the emperor still had a look on his face. He was grading papers in the study gloomyly, and as for Wanfu... he was looking at her with a distress signal.

Jiong, does she look like Xie Yuhua?

Qian Xiyao deeply felt that she was actually the one who needed to be comforted, right?Not to mention that her little baby has changed from the eldest son to the second prince in an instant, she also discovered a history of her man's affairs outside the palace... Just listening to it is quite spicy.

Wanfu greeted him as if he was seeing his relatives, and said, "Your Majesty, look how long it's been. Your Majesty didn't eat at the banquet, and didn't have any extra meals at night. You'll starve to death."

The two of them went back to the mid-autumn feast full of malice and were busy with their own affairs. Qian Xiyao went to the East Wing to look after the children, and the Emperor went to the outer room that was temporarily used as a study.

Qian Xiyao just ate a few pieces of bird's nest cake with sugar sauce in the East Chamber. It was sweet and greasy, but she didn't feel hungry. Now she was reminded by Wanfu that neither the emperor nor she had dinner. The emperor was full of food. When the anger came back, she was so shocked by this incident that she was in no mood to eat.

"Go pass the meal." Qian Xiyao said.

Wanfu responded, but didn't move. Everyone could tell that the emperor was in a bad mood today. It would be fine if he followed the normal recipe (Qian Xiyao would make a recipe every week according to her and the emperor's preference. , the dining room will make according to the recipe), today I still have to ask extra questions.

After Qian Xiyao heard this, she asked Xiang'er to bring the recipe. Autumn is the harvest season. Pumpkins, beans, new millet, and her favorite chestnut are all suitable dishes for the occasion. Qian Xiyao saw today's menu It is sweet and sour short ribs, roasted pheasant with mushrooms and chestnuts, stewed pork vermicelli, crucian carp in egg milk, fried yam slices, pumpkin cake, wolfberry jujube millet porridge, sweet, hemp balls... She couldn't help drooling when she looked at it. Thinking that the emperor was in a bad mood today, he added the emperor's favorite food of beef and cucumber mixed with stuffed skin, ordered a plate of spicy grilled lamb chops, and said to Wanfu, "Just add these two dishes." Wanfu Gao Happily turned around and went out to give orders.

Xiang'er tugged at Qian Xiyao's arm, and said, "Your Majesty, your Majesty is like having a grudge against pens, and has already lost three wolf pens."

Qian Xiyao, "..." It's so murderous.

After waiting for a while, after the dinner was served, Qian Xiyao had to make a lot of mental achievements before she dared to walk over.

"Your Majesty, let's eat."

The emperor said without raising his head, "Don't eat."

Qian Xiyao, "..."

After the emperor finished speaking, he felt that his tone was a bit blunt. He was thinking about saying something to ease the atmosphere, but he felt someone poke his shoulder. The emperor turned his head and saw Qian Xiyao sticking out a white, fat, round He opened a pair of black and white eyes with a very cautious expression, as if he was afraid that he would be angry, and he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. The ones who make him unhappy are those who don't want to make himself better than others. Qian Xiyao followed suit?

"Let's go." The emperor immediately changed his mind and stood up.

Seeing this, Qian Xiyao happily stepped forward and held the emperor's hand. The emperor's hand was very big, because he held a pen all the year round, there were still some calluses under his thumb, but it didn't affect the beauty of his hand. It was slender and fair, with round nails. Very beautiful.

There was an extra fleshy palm in the emperor's hand, which was soft, as if it could melt his heart. The emperor's mind was shaken, and he squeezed it back tightly.

(End of this chapter)