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Chapter 212 Jun Qingchen, don't act like a baby.

Chapter 212 Jun Qingchen, don't act like a baby.

Yuxiao followed Dugu Xuejiao out and spoke carefully.

"Miss, what about that, that puppet woman? It can't stay in our house forever.

The fake madam of Baihualou must be dying of anxiety. She is so capable, she may find us soon.

In case everyone knows about it, the General's Mansion will suffer accordingly. "

Dugu Xuejiao naturally also thought about this question, her face was solemn.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Tingfenglou to buy a mask for the old bustard, and then I will try to find out the real identity of this woman.

In short, this woman would rather hide with us than let the fake bustard snatch her away!

With people in her hands, she will continue to kill people, and she can no longer let innocent people lose their lives. "

Yu Xiao was still a little worried, "We are the only ones who know about this, what if we are out of the house to handle errands, and the fake bustard takes advantage of us?"

Dugu Xuejiao's eyes lit up, she thought about it, and smiled maliciously.

"You forgot, there is a man in our house who is idle and almost moldy. It must be very happy to give him something to do."

Yu Xiao thought of the little devil who had been detained in the study all day, shook her head and smiled wryly, Miss, thanks for thinking it out.

Poor third young master.

Early the next morning, Dugu Xuejiao went to the kitchen to make some peach blossom cakes.

In the past, she liked to read all kinds of miscellaneous books, including ancient scrolls related to food.

When I see interesting food, I also like to cook and try it myself.

She has a heart that loves to explore since she was a child, otherwise she would not have made such great progress in embroidery.

It's just that cooking food is a whim.

Remember to do something, throughout the year, the number of times you enter the kitchen can be counted on your fingers.

Although the number of times to do it is small, it is done very delicately.

Her temperament is like that, do the best if you want to do it, it's okay to fail once, keep trying until you are satisfied.

If there are any exceptions, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and I will cook and make mooncakes by myself.

Jun Qingchen doesn't like the Mid-Autumn Festival, in his eyes, it is a sad day.

He was born in the deep palace since he was a child. Before the death of his mother, concubine and father, he was very happy, especially like the lively days of Mid-Autumn Festival.

But after the age of six, the Mid-Autumn Festival was a painful existence for him.

Shen Qingyi had just married into Prince Ning's Mansion not long ago, so she didn't understand these things. The first Mid-Autumn Festival in Prince Ning's Mansion was indescribably bleak.

Not to mention the reunion, she didn't even wait for Jun Qingchen's person!
One person guarded a large table with food, and fell asleep lying on the table until midnight.

Later, I don't know what time it was before he was carefully carried to bed.

The man seemed to be holding her up all night, talking to her all the time.

But she was too sleepy, nestled in his arms, dizzy, and couldn't hear a word clearly.

Shen Qingyi was very sensitive and smart, and when she sensed something was wrong, she secretly went to ask Yan Wu the next day.

Yan Wu has been with Jun Qingchen since he was a child, so he naturally knows the most, but he still hesitates.

In the end, I only found out from him that the reason why Jun Qingchen didn't like the Mid-Autumn Festival was related to the death of his mother and concubine.

Rumor has it that Concubine Min committed suicide on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Shen Qingyi knew that it was Jun Qingchen's taboo, and no one dared to mention it in front of him, so she stopped thinking about celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When she was in the mansion, she didn't like the Mid-Autumn Festival very much.

Every time I see the whole family sitting together, laughing and laughing at Yanyan, but I don't know who is plotting in my heart, it is really uncomfortable.

And she is just a concubine, she can't sit at the main table at all, she can only look at her scumbag father from a distance, and then comfort her mother a few words.

I thought that if I got married, I could spend the reunion festival with the one I love, but who knew it was like this.

But she is not discouraged.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival is that person's heartache, she slowly erased the pain from his heart, and then filled it with sweetness.

Shen Qingyi knew that this kind of pain that lasted for many years could not be solved overnight, and she had to take it slowly, there was no rush.

From the second year onwards, she no longer mentioned the matter of Mid-Autumn Festival, but only quietly went to the kitchen to make a few exquisite and lovely moon cakes.

She just sat at the table and waited, and specially asked Liuli and Hu Po to watch her, and if she fell asleep, they must wake her up.

As soon as Jun Qingchen entered the door, Fei Cui trotted to report the news, Hu Po was responsible for waking her up, and Liu Li went to the kitchen to serve moon cakes.

Several maids work together as if they were spies.

When Jun Qingchen came in, he saw her sitting upright at the table, still a little dazed, almost unbelievable.

Shen Qing rested her chin on her hands, smiled sweetly, and looked at him with her full autumn eyes.

"You came back a bit late, I've been waiting for you for a long time, but fortunately, the mooncakes are still hot."

After Jun Qingchen was stunned, he quickly walked to the table, hugged her in his arms, and poked his whole head in front of her.

That was the most fragile Jun Qingchen she had ever seen, and she could only see it during the Mid-Autumn Festival every year.

The tip of the nose smelled of pungent wine, Jun Qingchen didn't drink much on weekdays, let alone getting drunk.

He always said with a smile, you can't get drunk, because if you get drunk, you will be killed one day, so you must always be vigilant.

It is only on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival every year that I will get myself drunk.

Shen Qingyi's heart felt sour, for all these years, every Mid-Autumn Festival, he has come here like this.

I don't know where to hide, I drink alone, I am sad alone, and I miss my mother and concubine alone.

But the next day I still have to pretend like nothing happened, with a smile on my face, hiding the pain in my heart, how painful it must be to pretend like this.

Shen Qingyi gently stroked his back, stroked his hair like coaxing a child, her voice was as gentle as water.

"Have you not eaten yet? If you want to drink in the future, fill your stomach first, okay?

Drinking on an empty stomach hurts your body, and thinking of you hurting yourself makes me sadder.

Promise me that you won't do this again, okay?
By the way, I made moon cakes with my own hands. Do you want to have a try? "

Jun Qingchen's face was reddish, and he looked up at her, with deep tear moles in the corners of his eyes, which was indescribably charming.

When a man is drunk, he is always extraordinarily flirtatious and seductive, which makes people overwhelmed.

Especially when acting like a baby with her.

"You feed me."

When Shen Qingyi heard this, she didn't react stupidly, she stared at him with round eyes, and lowered her head to meet his gaze.

Jun Qingchen looked up at her, and the crimson lapel was slightly opened.

He suddenly chuckled, stretched out his hand to tap her lips lightly, and raised the end of his eyes, which was indescribably charming.

"Use here, feed me."

After Shen Qingyi was stunned, she realized that her pretty face was flushed like a peach blossom, and her heart was almost drunk.

Although he was so shy that his ears turned red, he couldn't help feeling distressed when he thought that he hadn't eaten all day.

In the end, the heartache overcame the shyness, and she simply went all out, picked up a piece of mooncake, took a bite, and kissed it with her eyes closed.

The mooncake was crushed between the lips and teeth of the two, and a sweet smell spread, and the whole heart seemed to be soaked in sugar water.

(End of this chapter)