Lord, the princess is beautiful and fierce

Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Shi Luo quickly disposed of the chicken, most of it was stewed and eaten, and a small part was left to make chicken soup. Both Wei Congxi and her were too thin and had to be raised well.

The seasoning at home is only the simplest, and Shi Luo doesn't know if there is any chili in this era?For a person who likes spicy food, there is always something missing in a dish without chili.

She put the chicken through the water once, heated the oil in a pan, put seasonings, salt, etc., stir-fried until the aroma was released, poured water, turned on the fire and started to stew the chicken.

If it is an old hen every other year, the stewing time should be longer. Because the young rooster cannot lay eggs, it is useless except for eating. The growth period is not long, but it is the most delicious.Moreover, it can be eaten in a short time, and it saves firewood.

Shi Luo swallowed, kneaded the noodles, put them in a basin to wake up, and she added a little more fire.

After doing all this, Shi Luo's saliva was about to flow out when he smelled the aroma in the pot.

She raised her head, glanced at Wei Congxi who was sitting in the yard with her back facing her, and remembered how he just killed a chicken...

Shi Luo felt even more distressed, and then thought, what's wrong with him?Wei Congxi is not her real husband, why does she feel sorry for him?
But soon, this idea was denied by himself, Wei Congxi was not the husband of the modern Shi Luo, but the original owner, and the original owner committed suicide, she was Shi Luo.

She has lived for others, and still wants to take advantage of her obligations for nothing?How can there be such a good thing.

What's more, the original owner treated Wei Congxi so badly before, and she should make up for her. The most important thing is that in this dynasty, she can see clearly the attitude of the prime minister's mansion far away in the capital, and she doesn't plan to care about her at all. Not only that, I'm afraid she wished she wasn't the Shi family's daughter to die outside, so as not to embarrass them.

Therefore, Wei Congxi and her are like grasshoppers on the same rope, one prospers and the other loses.

It is right to take care of him by yourself and raise him well. If the two of them really have feelings for each other in the future, it is not impossible for Shi Luo to be with him for the sake of the next generation's super good looks!
Shi Luo lost his way when he thought about it, then stood up and walked out the kitchen door.

Wei Congxi was still immersed in the emotions just now.

When he killed the chicken with the knife just now, he thought of it as the person in the palace, and the suppressed hatred instantly surged out, making him want to kill that person now.

But he can't, and he doesn't have that strength.

Can only endure, can only dormant.

But how long will he endure it?He has been living in this living coffin for three years.

Three years, more than 1000 days and nights, Wei Congxi couldn't laugh, didn't eat a full meal, the summer was fine, but the winter in the northwest was so cold, Wei Congxi was covered with frostbite, only relying on the growing hatred to persist down.

His eyes became colder and colder, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, the mood of the morning was gone.

Suddenly, a long-lost scent wafted through his nose, Wei Congxi couldn't help sniffling, and when he turned around, he saw Shi Luo standing at the kitchen door looking at him.

Wei Congxi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this kind of Shi Luo was actually quite beautiful, but of course it had to ignore her sinister intentions.

"Wei Congxi!" Shi Luo called out to him.

Wei Congxi didn't speak, just looked at her, with a cold aura permeating her body.

Shi Luo fetched half a basin of water, brought it over and put it in front of him: "Wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

Wei Congxi showed no expression, and washed his hands quietly. Shi Luo noticed that his hands were actually very beautiful, fair and slender, with well-defined joints, but there were thick calluses on the palms.

Shi Luo withdrew his gaze, sighed secretly, and handed him a cotton cloth to wipe his hands. Wei Congxi wiped his hands obediently, sat on the chair, and began to say nothing again.

(End of this chapter)