Chapter 1974                                                                                                                            �

I finally waited until His Highness got married so I didn’t have to do anything everywhere.

It was a rare rest. She didn't want to make this great god angry and let herself go out to do business.

Wu Ya Siqing pushed open the door of the room and caught her off guard when she was about to go out.

Their Palace Master came back, holding a small tray in his hand, and a small bowl of porridge was placed on it.

All this is normal and nothing surprising.

But when Uya Siqing looked up at him, she almost couldn't help but scream.

She tried hard to stabilize her pace, paused, and then she shouted softly: "Dian...jun."

Before Wu Ya Siqing could finish her surprise, Meng Cangyun had already felt the breath of no return from all over the world and came out.

Looking at her husband's appearance, she walked out and held his hand, and the two of them went straight into the door.

Ignoring Wu Ya Siqing, Meng Cangyun turned around and closed the door of the wing room.

It was not until he heard a "bang" that the door was closed that Uya Siqing came to her senses.

The Palace Lord has always been a god-like existence in her heart.

He is always cold and looks like he is keeping others from thousands of miles away, but at this moment, he is so cute.

A handful of black colors were smeared on his flawless face.

But, this seems to be more attractive.

...

...Sihai Bugui thought Meng Cangyun was still on the bed, but unexpectedly, she walked out and pulled herself in.

Putting the tray on the table, he still stood, picking her up.

Meng Cangyun was caught off guard by him, and his center of gravity fell directly into his arms.

"Wife, it seems that you are much better."

There was an evil smile on the face of Bugui in the West. He must not be thinking about anything good, right?

Meng Cangyun ignored him. She looked at the bowl on the table before pretending to be unknowingly, saying softly: "Husband, what is this?"

Thinking of what I had done through a lot of hardships, the world never returned and pressed Meng Cangyun onto the chair.

"This is the porridge I cooked for you, although it was a bit bad."

Sihai Bugui raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little guilty.

The fire just now couldn't be burned, but suddenly it couldn't be controlled.

The pot of porridge he had originally cooked was suddenly muddy and could not even sip.

And this bowl of porridge was the one who motivated the internal force to heat it up and make it boil.

Looking at his current appearance and his suppressed aura, Meng Cangyun seemed to see some doubts.

But at this time, she didn't want to expose anything.

Meng Cangyun pursed her lips and looked up to meet his gaze.

"Can you pour me some? I'm really hungry when I smell it."

After hearing her words, Sihai Bugui sat down like a praised child.

"Okay, I'll scoop some for you."

He stretched out his right hand and wanted to spoon her a bowl, but realized the problem for a moment.

His right hand was instantly taken back, and he changed his left hand and gave her a spoonful of porridge.

Although it was only a moment, Meng Cangyun could see clearly.

"Your hand..."

The world of Bugui pretended not to hear it, spooned a small bowl of porridge and brought it to Meng Cangyun.

"Wife, try the taste. There is not much time, and I haven't had time to try it." He said with a smile.

"Take it over and let me see."

Meng Cangyun's voice was a little cold, but his heart was warm and a little painful.

The world was helpless and had no choice but to stretch out its right hand and hand it over.

"When I was making a fire just now, I accidentally burned it, and it didn't hurt at all."

Holding this big red palm, Meng Cangyun's eyes became wet in an instant.

His skin was so fair, but now his entire back of his hand was burned red, and blisters were also emerging in the middle.

This hotness is really no trivial.

But he did this to make himself happy.

So, she calmed down and gently placed his palm on the table before she stood up.

"There is a burn ointment left by the mute slave here, I'll get some for you."

Meng Cangyun's calmness made the world unrest a little unexpected.

But he didn't know that when she disappeared from his sight, her tears still couldn't control themselves and shed.

Walking to the closet, Meng Cangyun squatted down and took out the medicine box.

Here are all the treasures that the mute slave gave her, and everything is made for the ointment she made.

She is naughty by nature and is most likely to bump into it, so whenever the mute slave has time, he will make some for her.

Trying to curb the pain in his mood, Meng Cangyun wiped away the tears before standing up and walking towards the side hall.

When she appeared in front of the Bugui again, her face remained the same, without much anger or joy.

Seeing his right palm still obediently on the table, Meng Cangyun glanced at him before sitting down.

Sihai Bugui piled up with a smile on his face and said softly: "Wife, let me do it myself."

Meng Cangyun glanced at him again, lowered her head and lifted the lid, and used her long finger to pick out a small piece of plaster.

He covered the ointment on his wound and gently rubbed it.

When I was burned, it really hurt, but in a short while, the injury was forgotten by myself.

So, I just forgot about this, otherwise he wouldn't want Meng Cangyun to know.

She felt sorry for him, he knew it.

At this time, all the pain has passed, and all that is left is sweetness.

After rubbing him for a while, Meng Cangyun put the lid on.

"Wife, are you... still angry?"

Sihai Bugui stretched out his left hand and held her little hand.

Meng Cangyun muttered, "How dare I be angry with you? Aren't you afraid that you will never make me a meal again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stretched out her right hand and spooned a small mouthful of porridge and put it in her mouth.

This taste is really unpleasant. If it is just a little light, it is nothing, but it is too salty.

She lowered her head, frowned, and then swallowed.

She looked up and met the expectant eyes of Sihai Bugui. She couldn't bear to say what she was in her heart.

"How is it, is it okay?" Sihai Bugui stared at her.

Meng Cangyun swallowed her throat and said softly: "It's still... OK."

Having her recognition, the joy that cannot be imagined.

"It's fine, I'll tell you, I made porridge for the first time when my master was sick."

"This is... the second time."

Sihai Buguiyi looked proud and spooned himself with a small bowl.

"When was that first time?" Meng Cangyun asked weakly.

"Nine years ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already spooned up a bite of porridge and put it into his mouth.

The smell was very strong, and he almost spit it out.
Chapter completed!