casserole lady

Chapter 742 Quarrel (8)
Qin Zheng walked over, stretched out his hand to hold his, felt that the hand was icy cold, and couldn't help but said coldly, "Do you think you've lived too long?"

Lu Fang froze all over, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Qin Zheng let go of his hand, turned his back, and walked towards the bedroom.

At this moment, Lu put his head down and looked at his hand that was held so warmly just now.

Qin Zheng quietly ordered Ah Hui who hurried out of the bedroom: "Go and cook a bowl of brown sugar and ginger soup." Ah Hui lowered her head and hurriedly went to the maid who was watching the night to do it.

Qin Zheng walked to the gate of the palace, turned his head slightly, saw Lu Fangchu standing there motionless, frowned and said, "Are you still coming in?"

Lu Fang didn't know how to move his legs for a moment, but after a while he finally lifted his steps stiffly, and stepped into the bedroom that he hadn't been to for half a year.

The ground dragon was burning in the sleeping hall, which was very warm. Lu Fang, who had been nostalgic for a long time in the cold night, actually sneezed as soon as he entered.

Qin Zheng's eyes grew colder, and he said, "You have a wife and children, but you don't care about your body. If you really die of illness—"

Having said this, Qin Zheng couldn't say what to say next.

So next, under Qin Zheng's hateful and cold eyes, Lu Fang came to the Nuan Pavilion, and soon held a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea in his hand, drinking there with his head bowed.

There was only one candle lit in the Nuan Pavilion, and it was dark.Under the dancing candlelight, Ah Hui suddenly had an illusion, as if the poor emperor was a stray dog ​​just picked up by the queen.

After the emperor finished drinking the ginger tea, Ah Hui cleverly brought the stove and handed it to the emperor.

Knowing that it was best for her to step back, she went down quietly, and only told the little maid who was watching the night: "Be vigilant and serve the emperor and queen well."

In the warm pavilion, Lu Fang was holding a hand warmer and sitting there with a blank expression on his face.Qin Zheng, on the other hand, took off his outer robe, leaving only his inner garment, and blew out the candles to get ready to go to bed.

She lay there on her side, face inward.

After a while, Lu Fang beside the couch was still holding a hand warmer motionless, like a stone, she had no choice but to look back, and said lightly: "If you don't sleep, then go out."

After hearing this, Lu Fang pursed his thin lips, finally put the hand warmer aside, took off his robe slowly, leaving only his jacket, and lay down on the couch.

There was only a brocade quilt on the bed, so Lu Fang had to lift the quilt and get in.

So a quilt, two people each occupied one side, two protruded, and the middle part was suspended.

I don't know how long they just lay like this. It was obvious that neither of them had slept, and they could hear each other's breathing. It wasn't the sound of even and steady breathing after a deep sleep.

In the darkness, both of them had their eyes wide open and their lips tightly closed, neither of them spoke.

When the watchmen outside the palace rang the bell for the third watch, Qin Zheng finally coughed softly, turned his face, and looked sideways at Lu Fang.

Sensing her gaze, Lu Fang couldn't help but move his resolute side face, and turned to look at her.

In the darkness, the four eyes met each other. Although they couldn't see clearly, they seemed to be able to feel each other's eyes.

After a long time, Lu Fang finally spoke, and said in a hoarse voice: "You——" He only uttered one word, but swallowed the rest forcefully.

For more than half a year, the two of them had never seen each other, and the two people who were so familiar with each other had become somewhat unfamiliar.

Qin Zheng raised his hand, but under the quilt, he groped to catch Lu Fang's hand and held it in his palm.

He endured the cold outside in the middle of the night, and now even though he is under the quilt, he still feels cold.

She took his hand and put it in her arms to warm him.

The long-lost fragrance, the unexpected warmth, hit the face like this, as if the three-foot-frozen cold air met a warm current, and immediately, the cold air turned into little drops of water, flowing slowly in the road.

(End of this chapter)