Zhang Quling's handsome face turned red even more, and his dark pupils contained a contradictory feeling of indulgence and helplessness. He looked at her quietly and intently with the corners of his mouth curled up.

It was as if she was the only one in the world who could blend into his eyes and heart.

Qinghe also looked at him with a smile. Such a quiet scene made the two hearts become closer.

Time passed by in seconds, and an unharmonious sound came from someone's stomach.

Zhang Quling was stunned for a moment, stared at her belly, and then suddenly curled his lips and chuckled.

Qing He's face turned red with embarrassment, she pursed her lips and touched her belly. She blinked at him shyly with her long eyelashes, and her voice was a bit coquettish, "I'm hungry..."

This was the first time that she showed him the coquettishness and shyness of a little daughter.

Zhang Quling's eyes were dark, he squinted slightly to cover it up, and said warmly, "I'll ask Mother Wu to make some food for you."

With that said, he turned around and went out to give orders.

"Wait..." Qinghe called to him.

Zhang Quling raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at her, his eyes warm.

Qinghe approached him, took his hand and said with a flushed face, "I just told my aunt that I had already eaten..."

"..." The moment she held his hand, Zhang Quling's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, so that his attention was focused on her small hand holding his.

His black eyes looked at her with concealed joy.

Seeing that he was only looking at her and not speaking, Qinghe thought he didn't understand what she meant, so he added, "I don't want to alarm Auntie. I'll talk to you and return to Xutang later."

Zhang Quling held her hand with his backhand. Her hand was very small and soft. When held in the palm of his hand, it was not even half as big as his palm.

He frowned, Zhang Quling tightened his hands and looked at her, "I'll do it for you."

"..."!!!

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In the kitchen, Qinghe was pressed down on a bench in the kitchen by Zhang Quling, and then he lifted up his sleeves and started cooking vigorously.

Qinghe was stunned for a while. In her eyes, Zhang Quling always looked like a gentle and elegant scholar. She always thought that apart from reading and writing, he was an aristocratic young man.

....

Seeing him busy cooking for her, Qinghe felt strange because this was Zhang Quling who was different from her impression and imagination.

After being confused for a while, Qinghe finally remembered that he should help him, so he got up and walked towards the stove.

"He'er, you sit down, I'll do it..."

Before he could walk in, his hand was held by him and he pulled her back to the stool.

Qinghe blinked and looked at him, "I can help you watch the fire."

Zhang Quling smiled warmly at her, his smile was clear and sunny, he did not pretend to be calm or mature, he had the simple look of a big boy, "Just look at me."

"..." Qinghe blushed slightly. Looking at the bright and clean smile on his face, her heart moved slightly. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Can you do it?"

Zhang Quling raised his eyebrows but did not answer her.

That look seemed to say, wait and see!

Qinghe smiled and didn't force himself anymore. He sat on the bench obediently and looked at him.

Watching him put rice into the pot, watching him wash vegetables, cut vegetables, and stir-fry vegetables, every movement was done in one go as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

After a while, the steaming hot meal was on the table.

They are all simple home-cooked dishes, and he probably doesn't know how to make other complicated dishes.

Qinghe thought.

"I was worried that you were hungry, so I only cooked some simple dishes. If I have a chance in the future, I will cook other dishes for you." Zhang Quling filled a bowl of rice and handed it to her.

Qinghe was shocked.

He said this as if he hadn't already performed well in cooking these dishes.

He frowned in disbelief and smiled, "Qu Ling, how could you do this?"

Zhang Quling picked up chopsticks and served her dishes, but did not answer her immediately, "Try this spicy tofu first and see how it tastes?"

Qinghe stared at the tofu served in a warm cup on the table. The tofu was made of the tenderest tofu, cut into chunks, and sprinkled with some green pepper sauce. The tender white color of the tofu matched with the green color of the green pepper. Look.

When you go up there, you will be full of appetite.

What's more, Qinghe always likes spicy food.

Qinghe couldn't help but swallowed and took a bite.

The tofu is extremely tender in the mouth, and it is incredibly tender. Coupled with the spiciness of the green pepper, it is swallowed into the stomach. The tender and slightly blanched tofu and the deliciousness of the green pepper ingredients make people want to eat it.

Qinghe took one bite and then took a second one. He had no time to rate him.

In addition to a tofu dish, there are two dishes and a soup on the table.

A dish of stir-fried mushrooms, a dish of braised pork with soy sauce and a dish of stewed winter melon soup.

Facing the delicious food aroused the greed in Qinghe's stomach. Qinghe didn't even bother to talk to him and ate two bowls of rice in a row.

During this period, Zhang Quling kept serving her dishes with a smile on his face. The more she ate, the deeper the smile on his lips became.

After eating and drinking enough, Qing He touched his round belly, sat slumped, squinted his eyes and gave him a thumbs up in a contented manner.

Zhang Quling raised his eyes slightly and asked, "How?"

"It's very good. It's better than the chefs in the palace. Your cooking skills are comparable to brother Lanye." Qinghe praised without hesitation and said it bluntly.

Zhang Quling smiled lightly and said nothing. It was clear that Qinghe was eating the whole process, but at this moment, he looked at her with a satisfied look on his face.

Qinghe rolled his eyes and glanced at him from time to time, as if he was hesitant to speak.

When Zhang Quling saw it, he didn't pick it up and his pupils darkened slightly.

The two of them had an unpleasant quarrel today because of Chen Yang's incident, but at night she went to the house to find him in person. This could not but be said to be strange.

Qinghe pursed her lips back and forth, as if she was organizing her words, and her slightly arched back slowly straightened.

After a while, she suddenly pulled away and looked at him, reached out and held his hand, looked into his eyes and said, "Qu Ling, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you today!"

"..." Zhang Quling lowered his eyes and shook her little hand that was resting on his palm.

Qinghe couldn't see his expression, so he took the initiative to approach him and said, "Old Zhao has told me that Chen Yang's matter has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Quling's hand holding her hand froze, and he raised his head to look at her, "He'er, I've been thinking about what I have to do all day long to make you trust me."

Qinghe's heart was slightly suffocated, he shook his head, looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't not believe you..."

"He'er, you're not wrong. It's me who's wrong." Zhang Quling stretched out his hand and touched her face, his eyes gentle, "I've always been the one who didn't do well enough, so I have to continue to work hard to be good enough.

Only then can I make you trust me wholeheartedly."

Qinghe felt uncomfortable, and held his big palm on her face, "Qu Ling, don't say that, you are very, very good. It's all me. I blamed you wrongly."

Zhang Quling smiled, grabbed her hand and pulled her over, hugged her gently, and stopped talking.

The moment he held her in his arms, Qinghe subconsciously wanted to push him away, but as soon as he made a move, his mind suddenly saw the full wall of portraits in his room.

Her breathing paused slightly, and her outstretched hand did not fall down after all, and she snuggled into his arms obediently.

The hand on his shoulder patted him gently.

However, because of her movements, Zhang Quling's hand around her waist tightened tighter and tighter.

It was so tight that you could feel the pounding heartbeat in his chest.

Then, his gentle and low voice rang in her ears, "He'er, let's get married, okay?"

"..." Qinghe patted his hand on the shoulder and suddenly froze.

Recently, he has mentioned it twice.

Zhang Quling slowly let go of her, gently held her shoulders with his hands, looked into her eyes lovingly with his black eyes, and said solemnly, "He'er, I love you."

"..." Qinghe's eyes widened suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard, staring into his serious eyes speechless.

In her impression, he said the word "love" to her so solemnly and formally, and he didn't even like her.

He was her fiancé. Logically speaking, when he said he loved her, she should be overjoyed, but she only felt heavy.

Yes, accepting someone's intention is an extremely heavy thing in itself.

Because if you accept it, you have to take responsibility.

After all, love is a very sacred thing to her.

Her father, mother, and queen lived so happily because of their love.

Her father, even for the sake of his mother, was willing to give up three thousand beauties and only have her mother.

She could only use the word sacred to describe such a love, otherwise, she would not be able to express its beauty.

Zhang Quling looked at the hesitation in her eyes, Heisui's eyes narrowed tightly, he lowered his head slightly and covered her slightly opened lips.
To be continued...