roccoschili Chapter 395 Unbelievable
Chapter 395 Unbelievable
Because of the heavy snow outside, Jiang Siqi couldn't practice sword skills today. He could only discuss sword skills with Lin Chuan in the hall.
Yan Qing, wearing a white long coat, walked into the hall with leisurely steps.
Lin Chuan looked at Yan Qing in confusion. He was rubbing his stomach with his chest puffed out, looking very satisfied.
"Yan Qing, what are you doing?" Lin Chuan asked puzzledly.
Yan Qing rubbed her belly and sat down opposite them, saying with a satisfied look on her face: "The princess had someone cook sweet soup. Drinking two bowls on a snowy day warms my body and mind."
"Sweet soup?"
"Well, there's more in the kitchen. Don't you want to go drink it?"
Lin Chuan waved his hand, "I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he looked at Jiang Siqi and asked, "Mr. Jiang, would you like some sweet soup? I'll ask the servant to bring it to you."
Jiang Siqi was very confused about the situation in the palace. His cousin acted like the master, but also like the master.
In the Jiang Mansion, no matter how big or small the matter is, one must consult sister-in-law Wang first, and if the sister-in-law is not sure, she will ask mother.
In Prince Su's Mansion, Yan Qing, Yun Ting and others seemed to obey only their masters, Prince Su and the Princess.
He felt something vaguely.
Just as he was about to ask, Lin Chuan interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Siqi nodded and said expectantly, "Okay, I also want to taste the sweet soup that my cousin asked someone to cook."
Speaking of sweet soup, Yan Qing became interested again and said with great interest: "After the sweet soup was cooked, the princess tasted it and was worried that the prince would not like it. After thinking for a long time, she asked the chef to cook another pot for the prince. I tasted a little bit, and the taste was really indescribable!"
Yan Qing seemed to be savoring the taste from before again. He curled his lips and frowned.
I wonder how much the prince can drink.
Seeing his facial features wrinkled together, Jiang Siqi was very curious, "What is that smell?"
"It's hard to describe in words," Yan Qing savored it, "It's all sour, sweet, bitter, and the only thing missing is the spiciness."
Hearing this, Jiang Siqi laughed out loud. He was quite curious about his cousin who had never done any housework.
Jiang Siqi looked at Lin Chuan beside him and invited him, "Brother Lin, would you like to try it?"
After hearing Yan Qing's vivid description, Lin Chuan also became interested.
He whispered to Lu Zhu, "Is there any more of the sweet soup that the princess had someone cook for the second time?"
Lu Zhu nodded, "There's still half a casserole left. This is the first time I asked the chef to cook more."
Lin Chuan said: "Give us a taste."
"Okay!" Lu Zhu responded, then paused and asked, "It's cold today, Guard Lin and Master Jiang should go to the dining hall to drink. I'm afraid it will be too cold if we bring it here."
The two thought that what Lu Zhu said made sense, so they went over together.
Lin Chuan and Jiang Siqi came to the dining room. As soon as they reached the door, Lin Chuan paused.
"Yun Ting?" He was surprised. "I remember you don't like sweets."
Yun Ting put down the spoon, his face still stern, but his voice was gentler than his expression, "It's cold, warm yourself up."
Lin Chuan and Jiang Siqi sat down opposite Yun Ting, and Jiang Siqi placed his treasured sword on the table.
Yun Ting glanced at the long sword, then at Jiang Siqi, and then he softened his voice and asked, "How is Mr. Jiang's training going recently?"
Jiang Siqi had met Yun Ting several times, and felt that there was an inexplicable sense of distance and oppression from him. When facing him, Jiang Siqi could not be as relaxed as when facing Lin Chuan.
He sat up straight and said, "Brother Lin Chuan taught me very seriously, and I have learned a lot."
Yun Ting nodded, "Lin Chuan's swordsmanship and Qinggong are both very good, learn them well."
Jiang Siqi nodded politely, humbly accepting the advice, "Yes."
Yun Ting's mouth curled up slightly and he said, "I have something else to do. Please enjoy your meal."
The two men responded, and Jiang Siqi watched him leave the dining room with a dazed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Lin Chuan asked.
Jiang Siqi frowned and muttered to himself, why does he look a little familiar?
Then he shook his head again. He didn't remember knowing anyone with the last name Yun, so he might have made a mistake.
"Who is better at kung fu, you or him?" Jiang Siqi asked.
Without even thinking, Lin Chuan admitted frankly, "Him."
"In the past, he was always the first to arrive and the last to leave during every training session. Sometimes, when everyone else was asleep, he would get up alone to practice swordplay."
He still remembered how Yun Ting looked when he first saw him: he was very thin and full of hostility.
Although he is just a teenager, his eyes are like those of a devil from hell. He doesn't speak all day and just practices the sword skills taught by his master over and over again.
Seven years have passed, and he has become much less aggressive and can talk to others normally, but his face is still cold.
Lin Chuan joined because of their reputation and could not fully understand the pain and hatred they felt for losing their family members. Yun Ting and Li Jing were the same.
Not long after, Luzhu came in with a tray.
There were four small bowls on the tray, each containing two kinds of sweet soup.
Lu Zhu placed the sweet soup in front of them and said, "The cook just said that Guard Yun drank the soup he cooked later. I didn't expect him to finish it."
Jiang Siqi looked at the sweet soup in front of him, feeling even more curious.
One bowl was normal, and he tasted the other bowl carefully.
Sure enough, my cousin has no talent as a cook.
Lin Chuan tasted one of the bowls, nodded in approval, and said to Lu Zhu, "Miss Lu Zhu, please leave a portion of the sweet soup for Ah Qing. She hasn't come back yet, I'll bring it to her later."
"Okay, I'll pack it in a lunch box and send it over." Lu Zhu agreed with a smile, and her admiration for Lin Chuan increased a little more.
How could Miss Aqing not be moved by such a thoughtful and warm-hearted person?
When Yan Qing came out of the hall, he saw Butler Wu, followed by four servants. One of them was holding a jar, one was holding a tray, and two were carrying a ladder.
When Butler Wu saw Yan Qing, he waved to him happily, "Yan Qing, you're just in time, come and help me put up the couplets!"
Yan Qing was confused, "It's still early, there are still more than ten days before the New Year's greetings!"
Butler Wu said, "This is what the prince and princess wanted, to prepare it earlier this year, and the couplet was written by the prince and princess."
Yan Qing was very surprised when she heard that the couplets were written by the prince and princess personally. Xiao Yu never cared about these things in previous years and just bought the couplets to save trouble.
He walked over curiously and took a look. They were all celebrating the New Year. Since he had nothing to do, he followed Butler Wu to help.
After a busy day, Yan Qing scratched his head as he looked at the only couplet left. "Uncle Wu, what's wrong with this couplet?"
Butler Wu took a look at the words and understood what was written on it. He smiled meaningfully, "The prince just said that there is a special one among them, which is posted at the gate of Furong Pavilion."
"The clear light for thousands of miles is beyond imagination. Chang'e and the jade rabbit run to meet each other, bright and dust-free." Yan Qing murmured.
"These are clearly two lines of poetry about the moon. Why did Your Highness write this?" He looked confused.
Butler Wu chuckled, "Let me ask you, what is the princess's name?"
Yan Qing thought about it, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said loudly: "So that's it! I didn't expect the prince to be such a prince!"
Butler Wu glanced at him and shook his head, "You are not a child anymore, why don't you understand?"
Yan Qing glared and retorted, "Uncle Wu, what's wrong with me? In the whole palace, apart from the prince and princess, and Uncle Wu, who is smarter than me?"
"Cough cough."
Hearing the cough, Yan Qing turned his head.
At this time, Doctor Lu was passing by with a servant carrying medicinal herbs. When he heard Yan Qing's words, he stopped and coughed twice.
Yan Qing immediately came over with a smile on her face, "Uncle Lu, are you cold or hungry? There is sweet soup in the kitchen. I'll have someone bring you a bowl. No, I'll bring it to you myself!"
Doctor Lu stroked his beard and looked proud, "That's good enough! You little brat, don't be partial to one over the other in the future." Yan Qing chuckled.
Wu, the housekeeper, supervised the servant to put up the couplets and asked Doctor Lu, "Old Lu, how is it?"
Doctor Lu stroked his beard and nodded, "Very good!"
The love between the man and the woman is as sweet as honey.
A good mood is good for your health.
Doctor Lu ordered the servant to take the herbs to Baicao Garden, and he went to Furong Pavilion to check Xiao Yu's pulse.
The others also went about their business.
On the roof opposite Furong Pavilion, Yun Ting was sitting there in black clothes. The cold wind blew across his face, but he seemed unaware of it.
Unbelievable.
Unbelievable...
He looked at the couplet, his eyes becoming more profound.
Thinking of the gentle embrace of him and the soft body that shielded him from the arrow, that scene will never go away.
Before his heart leaped with joy, he thought of the sword that pierced the carriage.
The corners of his mouth drooped again before they could rise.
That sword, day and night, was tearing at his heart.