A tyrant develops a daily life

Chapter 149 Happiness
In the warm room, Lin Miaomiao and Murong Jing played chess lying on two big tiger skins. Their chess skills were evenly matched, and they had a very pleasant match.

Murong Feng was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and when he heard Murong Jing and Lin Miaomiao laughing loudly from the room, the corners of his lips could not help but twitch slightly.

"Cough cough."

Someone coughed twice at the door.

Murong Feng looked up, and saw Gu Qingluan came to the kitchen at some time. She changed into plain clothes, her black hair was pulled up, wrapped in a lavender scarf, and a strand of blue silk was casually hanging down from behind her ear, gently It was lightly attached to her white snowy neck, which was decorated like a white swan, elegant and delicate.

This is like a civilian woman's dress.

Seeing her gorgeous and noble appearance a lot, suddenly changing into commoner clothes, she has a different style.

Murong Feng's eyes slowly jumped with enthusiasm: "Qingluan."

Gu Qingluan raised his chin and walked over, without deliberately looking into his eyes, he also felt the burning heat falling on his body: "What are you looking at? Ugly?"

Murong Feng looked at her deeply: "Very beautiful."

The corners of Gu Qingluan's lips curled up slightly, and soon, he pressed it down, and said arrogantly: "Let's say it first, I'm not here to help you, I just want to cook a meal for Jing'er, to make up for so many years regret."

Murong Feng smiled slightly and handed her an egg.

She was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Murong Feng said softly: "Learn to beat eggs first, Jing'er loves custard."

"Little monk, why is dinner not ready yet?" Lin Miaomiao asked as she lay on her back on the soft tiger skin, rubbing her hungry belly.

Murong Jing was also hungry and pregnant, lying in big characters with Lin Miaomiao head to head on another tiger skin, looking at the beams on the top that were illuminated by candlelight, said with a dull expression: "Maybe it's for Make lots and lots of hearty dishes, I want custard."

Half an hour later, the meal was served, and it was really rich, a table was full, it was just that kind——

"Minced meat custard, milk custard, lotus seed and lily custard, shrimp and shellfish custard, red bean custard, pickled vegetable custard, beef custard...you're welcome!" Gu Qingluan smiled.

Lin Miaomiao opened her mouth: "It's all eggs..." He took a spoonful and fed it into his mouth, his eyes widened, and when he was about to speak, Gu Qingluan said, "Don't say it's unpalatable!"

Lin Miaomiao swallowed the custard, she wanted to say, it tastes pretty good.

Can't tell, the princess, whose ten fingers don't touch the spring water, has such potential in cooking. I think I burned down a few kitchens in order to learn how to make osmanthus cakes.

It's really people-to-people, maddening people.

"Is it delicious?" Gu Qingluan gently asked his son beside him.

Murong Jing nodded: "It's a little worse than Dad's, but it's much better than Miss Lin's!"

Lin Miaomiao's face turned dark!

Murong Feng scooped up a spoonful of lotus seed and lily custard for his wife: "You eat it too."

Gu Qingluan ate it seriously, and calmly gave him a spoonful, then pretended nothing happened, and continued to eat the rice in the bowl.

Lin Miaomiao gave a wicked smile: "You are eye-catching, little monk, you will soon have a younger brother."

"Oh?" When Murong Jing heard this, she didn't even care to eat the egg, put down the spoon, and looked straight at her parents, "Really?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Gu Qingluan's face, he answered no, and he gave Lin Miaomiao a hard look, and Lin Miaomiao laughed.

Murong Feng asked dotingly: "Does Jing'er want a younger brother?"

Murong Jing nodded without hesitation: "Think about it! Well... a younger sister is fine too, it would be even better if you have younger brothers and sisters!" As she spoke, her eyes fell on Gu Qingluan's abdomen, "Mother, you already have younger brothers and sisters in your stomach Yet?"

"No!" Gu Qingluan's face flushed completely.

"Ah, no?" Murong Jing drooped her head in disappointment. The eldest brother said that he had a younger sister, but the younger sister failed to survive. He had always hoped for another younger sister. He would definitely love her well. Like the big brother hurt him.

Murong Feng held his wife's hand, gently comforted her nervousness and shyness, and said to Jing'er, "I'll have it soon."

This guy!What does it mean to have it soon?Can you say this in front of the children?Why does it feel like his skin has thickened overnight?

Gu Qingluan was about to shake off his hand, but he held it tightly, the burning affection in his eyes made Gu Qingluan's heart... began to boil hot.

Wangfu
King Jing sat in his own yard and his own room, and the long table was filled with delicate and delicious dishes, each of which was cooked by a top imperial chef, and it was mouth-wateringly delicious.

However, King Jing had no appetite, he didn't even move his chopsticks, just sat there in a daze, his eyes didn't know where to look, he was so distracted and lifeless.

Director Zhao sighed helplessly, I won't sue you to the prince, can you eat well?
"My lord, the dishes are getting cold, you should try some."

The days seem to have returned to the days after the death of the princess, and the prince was completely out of his wits.

King Jing said, "Old Zhao."

Director Zhao Fu lowered his body: "My lord."

"This king dare not go back to the main courtyard." He said.

Manager Zhao's eyeballs moved: "Are you afraid of... hurting yourself?"

King Jing said blankly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to resist running to Sishui Alley and killing her with a single blow."

"This..." Director Zhao's heart trembled, "My lord calm down."

"When I first saw her, I really hated her. She is so beautiful, like a goblin, arrogant, unreasonable, free-wheeling and shameless. What girl would be like her?"

Of course, Mr. Zhao would not think that King Jing was really criticizing the princess. If he dared to say something bad about the princess, the prince might beat himself out: "The princess is quite special."

"I thought at the time, I don't even want this kind of ostentatious woman given to me for nothing. Since when... have I felt that I can't live without her?" King Jing felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

Director Zhao is an eunuch, and he doesn't know what it is, but seeing the prince's lonely expression, he can't help but feel a pang of sadness.But what can he do?To persuade the prince to let go of the princess, or to persuade the princess to "turn back and be right"?both are not.

"My lord, Miss Lin is here." Outside the door, the little eunuch reported respectfully.

King Jing nodded: "Let her come in and add some tableware."

Mr. Zhao couldn't ask for more, and hurriedly added bowls and chopsticks to Lin Miaomiao: "You have dinner with the prince first, and the old slave is waiting outside. If you have anything, call the old slave."

Lin Miaomiao nodded politely.

She just ate at the princess's side, and she wasn't hungry, but in order to accompany the prince to eat, she still picked up the bowl and chopsticks: "Oh? Is this sweet and sour pork ribs? It's been a long time since I ate this, so you should try it too. Both Jingxi and I like to eat."

After saying that, he took a piece to King Jing.

King Jing finally moved his chopsticks: "Didn't you eat there?"

Lin Miaomiao shook her head and smiled: "No, they did it too slowly. I couldn't wait, so I came here to eat first. I didn't interrupt you, did I?"

"No, I'm very happy that you can come. I'm afraid you are the only one who still thinks about me." King Jing stuffed the ribs into his mouth expressionlessly.

Lin Miaomiao could tell that he had no appetite at all, but it was because he was here that he reluctantly ate a little.Lin Miaomiao came to see him because she was worried that this incident would hit him too hard. His reaction was calmer than she imagined, but the calmer he was, the more depressed he felt.

"You..." Lin Miaomiao pursed her lips, hesitating how to speak.

King Jing said: "There's nothing you can't talk to your father about."

"Prince..." Lin Miaomiao subconsciously called out the previous address, but considering his current mood, she quickly changed her words: "Father, Father King."

King Jing was very happy: "What's the matter?"

"Then what..." Lin Miaomiao cleared her throat, summoned up her courage and said, "Don't be too sad, if you can't eat, we will all be worried."

"You? Who else but you?" He laughed at himself.

"There's also Jingxi, the little monk, Director Zhao, Huiren..." Lin Miaomiao counted here with her fingers, and she couldn't count. Except for these few, who else is really thinking about King Jing, and even if it is Among these few, the name King Jing wanted to hear did not appear.

King Jing asked in a low voice: "Miaomiao, tell the truth to my father, does Xi'er blame me?"

Lin Miaomiao thought about it seriously: "No, really, I won't lie to you, I asked him before, and that's what he said."

King Jing smiled far-fetchedly: "Eat."

Lin Miaomiao ate a large bowl with strength, and felt that she could walk with her stomach in her hands. It was so supportive!
King Jing glanced at her: "Let's go for a walk with King Father."

Lin Miaomiao accompanied King Jing for a stroll in the garden. It was cold, and Director Zhao prepared a hand stove for the two of them. Lin Miaomiao hugged him, but King Jing didn't want it.

Lin Miaomiao talked a lot when she was with the concubine, but with a big man like King Jing, she was a bit cold.

"My lord..."

"Miaomiao..."

The two opened their mouths at the same time.

Lin Miaomiao smiled brightly: "You speak first."

King Jing looked at the crescent moon in the sky and said, "Can my father ask you one thing?"

Lin Miaomiao's eyeballs flicked left and right: "As long as I don't ask you to match up with the princess, I will do anything."

King Jing stopped and looked at Lin Miaomiao firmly: "Which monk do you want?"

I really don't give up!Are you really going to let her build a bridge?She can't do this kind of thing.She is so stupid, the princess is so smart, she pouted her ass, the princess knew, knew that she wanted to...

Lin Miaomiao looked at King Jing: "My lord, please put it down." The princess could no longer look back, she had found her own happiness.

(End of this chapter)