My Empress Likes Handsome Guy

Jiang Dong had to put down the straw in his hand. "I didn't mean to pretend to be such a poor man, but your son didn't let me wander in front of him. He is ill now, and I can't motivate him..."

"Young master has already gone to bed. You should get up early tomorrow and go out. Don't let him see you!"

Pu Hui said and left. Jiang Dong thought about it and went into the house with his hands and feet. He saw that Xiuchen song was lying on the bed, as if he was asleep. Pu Hui refers to his own bed, which is covered with two quilts. Jiang Dong goes to sleep in one of the quilts.

She did not sleep well for several days, dizzy, tired to the extreme, closed her eyes for a moment, then fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long she slept. When she opened her eyes, it was bright. She sat up all the time. Pu Hui and song Xiuchen were no longer in the room.

After getting out of bed, she didn't see her own pair of broken shoes. She had to walk to the door barefoot and saw him sitting in the courtyard. He squinted slightly. The sun covered his face and body with a warm yellow light.

He looks very calm, this moment, let Jiang Dong have a kind of quiet and far-reaching feeling, it seems that the slightly drunk spring breeze has stopped, and his air around him is in permanent peace.

This kind of tranquility stabbed Jiang Dong's heart. She stepped forward and began to cry, "song Xiuchen..."

He looked back at her, his eyes fell on her bare, scarred feet, "can you weave straw sandals?"

She ah, song Xiuchen pointed to a pair of black cloth shoes placed under the steps and said to Jiang Dong: "put on this, go to cook."

Jiang Dong's nose is sour. His black cloth shoes are obviously very big. They are the shoes of Xiuchen of Song Dynasty. She put her feet in her soft shoes and shuffled them down the steps.

Song Xiuchen told her that Pu Hui and the old doctor went out to find a kind of herb, and it was estimated that it would take two or three days to come back, so during this time, she would be responsible for his daily life.

Jiang Dong of course won't say no. after looking at the sun, it is estimated that it will be noon. She has been sleeping long enough. Busy to the kitchen to have a look, see a yellow croaker in the bucket, she went out to ask song Xiuchen: "at noon I will do steamed yellow croaker, OK?"

Song Xiuchen looked up at the willow catkins floating in the air and ignored her. Jiang Dong purses his lips and returns to the kitchen, knowing that Xiuchen song is not going to pay attention to her. He killed the yellow croaker, cleaned the viscera, cut salt, scallion, ginger, steamed in the pot.

It's not sure if song Xiuchen can eat rice now. She simply doesn't cook rice, but cooks porridge. When the porridge is cooked, the rice fragrance is light, and the steamed yellow croaker can also be out of the pot.

She carried a tray of yellow croaker and porridge on a stone table in the courtyard. She said with a smile to the man with a pair of pretty peach blossom eyes and a dull expression: "taste the yellow croaker I made. It's the original taste. It's just right to match the white porridge!"

Song Xiuchen rowed in a wheelchair, picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of yellow croaker and put it into his mouth. He did not speak.

Jiang Dong asked with a smile, "is it delicious?"

Song Xiuchen glanced at her lightly, "food does not speak."

Jiang Dong gave a "Oh" sound, squatted on one side and picked up a chopstick. The yellow croaker tasted it and nodded his head: "it's delicious. This yellow croaker steamed best, with wine drink better, can eat will not take yellow croaker braised

Song Xiuchen said: "more words, get out."

Jiang Dong's eyes were full of laughter and tears, "this is the place of the old doctor. The old doctor wants me to stay. If you let me go, I will roll away?"

Song Xiuchen was speechless. Jiang Dong scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it to his mouth. He said with a smile, "it's said that gentlemen like porridge."

In the gentleman's heart, "the gentleman does not turn my face to drink porridge."

But I don't know who I am Then he turned the spoon back to his lips.

A white fat rice grain touched his lips, so song Xiuchen had no choice but to take a sip of porridge with the spoon in her hand. I love soudu www.520soduxs.com

Jiang Dong scooped up the second spoon with satisfaction and sent it to him. Song Xiuchen looked into her eyes for a long time. He took the spoon in her hand and drank it himself.

Jiang Dong droops his eyes, and a tear falls on the mud.

Song Xiuchen drank half a bowl of white porridge, and then stopped eating yellow croaker with chopsticks. Jiang Dong cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and ate the remaining porridge and yellow croaker. To the silent song Xiuchen in the courtyard, he said, "the wild flowers beside the stream are blooming. I'll take you to see them."

Song Xiuchen shook his head, "No

Jiang Dong held the armrest of the wheelchair behind him and said with a smile, "it's very nice. It's yellow, red, blue, and the sun is shining. There's a faint fragrance. It's not strong. It smells good. By the way, there is cow dung by the stream. It's a big lump. I almost stepped on it yesterday! "

Song Xiuchen was pushed out of the yard by her, but she really couldn't understand the brain circuit of this woman. The first moment she saw wild flowers in the sun, the second moment she was a big lump of cow dung

Jiang Dong slowly pushed him to the side of the stream. The water was sparkling in the sun, like a golden belt extending into the distance. Sky tiles such as glass, as if gently poked will be broken.

Song Xiuchen looked far away. Jiang Dongshun followed his eyes and saw a child lying on the back of a yellow cow in the distance on the green grass.She said, "have you ever heard a poem: a shepherd boy riding a yellow cow, singing a song that vibrates Lin Yue. When he wanted to catch the cicada, he suddenly shut up and stood up. "

Song Xiuchen's expression is a little trance, seems to be immersed in the image of the poem, slowly said: "very beautiful poem, who wrote it?"

"In a remote unknown age, in the Qing Dynasty, a literati wrote it."

"Qing Dynasty?"

"I want to say that I come from far away, far beyond this era, believe it or not?"

Song Xiuchen looked at the distance, looked leisurely, and said a sentence that made Jiang Dong want to vomit blood: "where do you come from? What's the matter with me?"

Jiang Dong skimmed his lips, "don't close it."

Someone's face is high cold expression: "I already said, do not like you."

"I didn't make you like me. I just like you." Jiang Dong squatted in front of him, staring at his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, tut said: "it's really a nice young brother. I like you at the first sight, and I want to take you over."

Song Xiuchen did not go to look at her, looking at the distance, he said boldly and ambition slowly: "I am only ashamed of spring breeze, worthy of you."

"How worthy? My thousand taels of gold are still with you! Even if you pay for the 600 taels you redeemed me before, there are still 400 taels left. "

Song Xiuchen no longer paid attention to her and closed his eyes.

Jiang Dong snorted, "when it comes to money, you'll pretend to be a tortoise. If you give it to me, I won't want it. I'll buy you!"

She pushed song Xiuchen to walk slowly along the Bank of the stream, muttering and talking incessantly. Song Xiuchen only responded with silence.

All of a sudden, Jiang Dong stopped and looked at several aggressive farmers coming by, one of whom had a beard and a white cloth tied to his arm.

Her eyes were cold and gloomy for a moment. She was worried about the fire and had no place to vent, "do you want to die?"