The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Murong Qing asked with some concern.

She was about to lift Wang Long's clothes when she said that.

Wang Long was startled and quickly grabbed her hand, his face turning red.

"Your Highness, this old servant is alright, almost fully recovered."

This is happening right in front of Qin Minglan! Oh no, oh no!

"real?"

Murong Qing raised her head, her clear eyes staring at him, filled with suspicion.

"It's true, this old servant has taken the elixir and is almost fully recovered."

Wang Long nodded repeatedly, his face sincere, and even smiled at Qin Minglan, who was standing to the side with her puffed-up cheeks.

Murong Qing stared at him for two seconds. Seeing that his expression was normal and he didn't seem to be lying, she released her grip and took a step back.

"That's good."

She patted her chest and let out a long breath.

Qin Minglan stood at the courtyard gate, watching the two talking as if no one else was around, her feelings were very complicated.

When did this old man become so familiar with the princess?

Are you "worried to death"?

Why would a princess worry about a mere stable boy?

Who would believe that if I told them?

Does this person think they're invisible?

Even when she saw Wang Long smiling at her, she still frowned.

Qin Minglan bit her lip, strode into the courtyard, and stood between the two, forcefully separating Murong Qing and Wang Long.

"Your Highness, you must be tired after walking around for so long. Would you like me to take you to the main hall to rest?"

Murong Qing shook her head, her gaze passing over Qin Minglan and landing on Wang Long.

"This princess is not tired. This princess would like to talk to the old man some more."

Qin Minglan's face darkened even more.

"Your Highness, what's there to say about this old man? He's just a horse breeder, very uncouth. Don't offend your ears."

Murong Qing tilted her head, glanced at Qin Minglan, and suddenly smiled.

"Miss Qin, you and the old man seem to have a good relationship, don't you?"

Qin Minglan was stunned, her face instantly turning red. She stammered, unwilling to admit it, yet...

"This young lady and him..."

She paused, her voice softening slightly.

"He is my master."

"Master?"

Murong Qing's eyes lit up as she looked at Wang Long.

"Old man, you can even teach people?"

Wang Long nodded somewhat awkwardly.

"This old servant knows a little bit about it."

"Then why don't you teach this princess too?"

Murong Qing's eyes lit up, her face full of anticipation.

Before Wang Long could speak, Qin Minglan spoke first.

"No!"

Her voice was urgent and sharp, with a distinct sour tone.

"He's my master, how can he teach others?"

Murong Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Miss Qin, why are you so nervous? This princess isn't going to steal it from you."

Qin Minglan blushed slightly and turned her head away.

"I...I'm not nervous."

Murong Qing smiled, did not expose her, and looked at Wang Long again.

"Old man, I've finally managed to come out today, could you please cook me something delicious?"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw her greedy expression.

"If Your Highness wishes to eat, this old servant will naturally be happy to oblige."

"only--"

He paused and looked around.

"We haven't prepared much yet, how about this old servant makes a barbecue for Her Highness?"

"barbecue?"

Murong Qing tilted her head, looking on with curiosity.

"What is barbecue?"

"Your Highness will know once this old servant has finished making it."

Wang Long deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

Murong Qing's eyes lit up, and she almost drooled.

"Okay! Let's have barbecue!"

She turned to look at Qin Minglan.

"Miss Qin, could you please prepare some ingredients and seasonings?"

Qin Minglan's face darkened even more.

Why should she be the one to prepare?

She was afraid that something might happen between Wang Long and Murong Qing after she left...

But looking at Murong Qing's expectant face, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

After all, she's a princess; we can't expect her to prepare everything herself, can we?

Qin Minglan gritted her teeth, turned around and walked out.

"Young Miss, this old servant will tell you the ingredients and seasonings you need."

Wang Long quickly ran to Qin Minglan and whispered instructions.

"Why do we still need medicinal herbs?"

Qin Minglan was somewhat puzzled.

"Young Miss, please go ahead and prepare; this old servant guarantees it will be so delicious it'll make your tongue tingle!"

Wang Long patted his chest, looking confident.

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing became even more eager.

"Gurgle~"

Qin Minglan silently swallowed and nodded.

"Alright, I'll go get it!"

As she reached the door, she stopped and turned back to glare at Wang Long.

"You old fool, you wait! I'll settle this score with you later!"

Wang Long looked completely innocent.

"Young Miss, what have I done wrong again?"

Qin Minglan snorted and stormed out.

Murong Qing watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

"Miss Qin is really interesting."

Wang Long smiled wryly.

"Your Highness, please stop teasing her. This girl has a terrible temper; she'll take it out on this old servant when she gets back."

Murong Qing smiled, walked to the stone bench in the courtyard, sat down, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at Wang Long.

"Old man, are you really alright? You don't look too well to me."

Wang Long touched his face.

"This old servant is fine, Your Highness, there is no need to worry."

"That's good."

Murong Qing nodded, her gaze falling on Wang Long.

Both of them fell silent, and the courtyard was eerily quiet.

"Your Highness, since you're perhaps a little bored, how about this old servant tells you a story to cheer you up?"

Wang Long took the initiative to start a conversation, breaking the silence.

"Great! This princess loves reading storybooks!"

Murong Qing's eyes sparkled; she thought Wang Long was amazing—he could cook and tell stories.

Wang Long had many stories in his mind, and in the end he chose "Journey to the West", which is suitable for all ages!

Wang Long's storytelling was so vivid that Murong Qing listened intently and quickly became engrossed in it.

Just then, footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

Qin Minglan walked in angrily, carrying a large basket.

The basket was filled with various ingredients and seasonings, including lamb, beef, chicken, cumin, chili powder, salt, as well as bamboo skewers, charcoal, and an iron rack...

"Old man, then what? Did the Monkey King successfully become an apprentice?"

Murong Qing asked excitedly.

This story is so interesting, she loves it!

"Of course..."

Wang Long hadn't finished speaking.

Qin Minglan threw the basket in front of Wang Long, put her hands on her hips, and stared wide-eyed.

"Old man, I've found everything you wanted!"

Wang Long looked down at the contents of the basket, smiled and nodded. Everything was there; he could definitely make a delicious barbecue!

"You've worked hard, young lady."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Qin Minglan snorted, her gaze sweeping over Murong Qing and Wang Long, feeling a pang of jealousy in her heart.

This old man is having such a pleasant chat with the princess?

She heard everything from outside.

He was secretly telling Murong Qing a story, and the two of them were laughing so happily.

She'd known Wang Long for so long, and that old man had never told her a story!

Qin Minglan grew angrier the more she thought about it. She walked to the stone bench, plopped down, crossed her arms, turned her head away, and chose to ignore Wang Long.

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw her jealous expression.

"Young Miss, would you please help this old servant start a fire?"

Wang Long asked with a smile.

"Give birth to it yourself!"

Qin Minglan didn't turn her head, her tone fierce.

Wang Long smiled and didn't insist. He took out charcoal and an iron frame from the basket and started a fire.

Murong Qing came closer, squatted down beside him, and looked at him curiously.

"Old man, I, the princess, am here to help!"

Wang Long smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Your Highness!"

"Hehe, no trouble at all!"

Murong Qing has a wonderful personality; she speaks in a soft and endearing way, making her very likable.

Wang Long really wanted to reach out and touch her fair, delicate face.

Qin Minglan sat to the side, watching the two work together so well, and felt a strange feeling in her heart. She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Wang Long, an old stable boy, has a good relationship with the princess, which is beneficial to the Marquis's mansion.

I should be happy!

No matter how she tried to comfort herself, Qin Minglan found that she couldn't smile.

What's wrong with me?