I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 91

An oil lamp was lit in the room, and the silver bones were burning warmly. There was a gap in the window for ventilation. One of them leaned on the head of the bed, and the other sat cross-legged at the end of the bed. The room was quiet and the atmosphere was peaceful.

Not interesting.

Su Tian couldn't calm down, and after reading for a while, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Quan Juan, only to see that he was holding the book in his hand, turning the pages casually, as if he didn't notice her small movements of poking her head.

Throwing the book aside, Su Tian found a comfortable position to lie down, and went to peek at Quan Juan again, but this time she was caught straight.

Su Tian quickly grabbed the book she had left aside and pretended to continue reading.

After Quan Juan finished reading the book in his hand, she lowered her head again, and the person on the couch had fallen asleep somewhere at some point, with the thin book spread out to cover her face.

Picking up the book casually, I saw the little face below was fair, the bright red lips were slightly opened, breathing evenly.

Quan Juan shook his head helplessly, with a look of connivance that he hadn't even noticed, he picked her up from the end of the bed, placed her gently on the head of the bed, put a pillow on her, and covered her with a quilt.

……

Su Tian has been eating herbal meals for the past few days. She has been living in the Bafeng Hall for a long time, so the imperial hospital has sent them to the Chongren Hall several times, and she has learned to be smart. Here comes the Hall of Eight Phoenixes.

Quan Juan came back from his morning exercise quietly, and happened to see Jiu Lixiang walking in with a square paper bag of medicinal materials.

"What is this?" Quan Yu asked suddenly.

"Back to the son-in-law, this is the medicinal material sent to His Highness by the Imperial Hospital. The slaves are going to mix it in His Highness's breakfast."

"I'll make the soup, you're busy with other things."

"My son-in-law?" Jiu Lixiang wondered if he had heard it wrong just now.

Quan Jue had already turned around and walked towards the small kitchen.

He looked at all the existing materials in the small kitchen, and then grabbed a handful of red beans from a ceramic pot and put them in a porcelain bowl.

The round and plump red beans collided with the porcelain bowl, and the sound was crisp. Quan Juan washed the red beans in water several times, then added water and put them in the small porcelain pot for stewing soup and simmered slowly.

Taking advantage of this time, he peeled some longan, cut the longan and red dates into several pieces with a knife, and washed some lotus seeds.

After staring at the cooking pot for a while, Quan Juan added a spoonful of honey to the pot.

Jiulixiang who came later was dumbfounded.

Is that the son-in-law?

The son-in-law is a man, right?

People say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but this sentence does not exist in the son-in-law.

Judging from the skilled movements, the son-in-law really knows how to do them, and he is not the kind who just does it on a whim.

Jiu Lixiang stood there staring blankly.

The porcelain pot where the porridge was cooked steamed with a damp heat, and the lid was pushed open a little bit. The son-in-law lifted the porcelain pot with a cotton cloth, stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, and then washed the pot aside. Put the clean ingredients into the pot one by one.

"You do your own thing, don't worry about me." Quan Juan took the time to glance back and said casually.

"Ah... this servant obeys." Jiulixiang's expression was stunned. Hearing this, he came back to his senses, saluted, and silently walked outside the door to guard.

Actually... no need.

There is porridge made by the son-in-law himself, how can His Highness allow other people to make it?
Jiu Lixiang had a faint sense of melancholy that she was about to lose her job.

The red bean porridge was difficult to cook, so Quan Juan thought about it, turned off the fire with a pinch, and covered the lid for a while before serving it.

The well-cooked red bean porridge was poured from the soup pot into a small white porcelain pot. The red beans were boiled badly and looked soft and sticky.

Jiu Lixiang, who came in smelling the fragrance, was completely overwhelmed.

Their son-in-law is really skilled, and they choose some nourishing ingredients.

Quan Jue will naturally.Because he has known since he was a child that he can do it by himself and have enough food and clothing. If he had been waiting for the imperial dining room every day, he would have starved to death in the Guhong Palace long ago.

"Come here, servant girl." Jiu Lixiang hurriedly took the porridge soup pot to clean it, showing that she was not such a waste.

"It's time to get up." Quan Juan glanced at the sky, muttered to himself, found a tray in the small kitchen, and entered the hall with the red bean porridge in his hand.

Holding the tray in one hand, he pushed the door in with the other. Hearing a slight movement, Su Tian, ​​who was about to wake up, just opened her eyes.

Stretching her waist, Su Tian slowly got up from the couch, facing Shang Quan's cold gaze: "Ah, good morning..."

When she first woke up, she was soft and sweet, without the deliberate and depressive disguise she usually had, and it made people itch.

Putting down the tray slowly, Quan Juan said softly, "Call me again."

"Ah?" Su Tian's consciousness has come from the chaos, and her voice is clear and thorough.

"Tsk." Quan Juan shook his head, his eyes were rather regretful.

"It's getting late, it's time to get up." Quan Juan said after pouring himself a cup of cold tea.

"Oh... okay..." Su Tian didn't even write a word when she heard the words, she quickly got up, got off the couch, stepped on the embroidered shoes under her feet, and went to Mu Shi to put on her coat and skirt.

The silver bone charcoal in the room was burned in the middle of the night last night, but now it has been extinguished, and the cold air comes in through the half-open window. Su Tian, ​​who was wearing thin underwear, shivered from the cold and couldn't help rubbing her arms.

In the past, Su Tian lived in a noble and coquettish manner.

In winter, when she wakes up in the morning, she is surrounded by a group of people. First, a charcoal brazier is lit, and her jacket and skirt are also grilled on the charcoal brazier to keep her warm.

Still wearing the pink skirt, Su Tian began to put it on herself layer by layer, straightened the wrinkled corners of the clothes, and then lazily entered the clean room to wash up.

I just ordered it yesterday, and the people below have really prepared everything. The water in the clean room has only been changed at some point, and it is still steaming.

Su Tian poured hot water into the golden basin by herself, added some cold water, tested the water temperature, and did not turn her head while cleaning her face: "Ah, are you going to do morning exercises again? I can't even get up."

"Want to get up, I can call you."

"No, no." Hearing this, Su Tian quickly waved her hands, and when she turned her head to meet Shang Quan's eyes full of smiles, she realized that she was deliberately teasing her.

With a soft snort, Su Tian washed her face slowly, rinsed her mouth, bent over to put on the embroidered shoes that she stepped on, then moved an armchair by herself and dragged it to Quan Yu, sitting with her back to Quan Yu. .

Her blue hair was scattered after a night of sleep, and she was facing Quan Fen, the meaning was self-evident.

Quan Jue shook her head, stood up and casually removed the crooked hair on her head, her movements were gentle and appropriate: "Your Highness, are you relying on me?"

"How many people want to touch, I won't let them touch." Su Tian bent her lips, a dimple appeared on her fair little face.

Quan Jue rubbed the hair she had just undone, and sighed softly: "Okay."

That's it.

Who made him fall into a doll who knows nothing.

Quan Jue finished braiding her temples in two or three strokes, Su Tian raised her hand to touch it, and today is another new pattern.

(End of this chapter)