I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country - Chap 109
The rest of the people waited to see how interested the Lord Sheng and Master Xue were, so they stood sensibly in the corner of the yard so as not to obstruct their eyes.
As soon as Gu Yuanbai sat on the swing, Xue Yuan raised his head towards Xue Yuan, who was carving the wood in his hand. After looking at him, he suddenly stood up and strode away, disappearing into the bedroom in the blink of an eye.
What is this going to do? Gu Yuanbai looked towards the bedroom. Before he could figure out the reason, Xue Yuan walked out again. He took a pillow and a heavy cloak in his hand, walked closer and said, “Your Majesty, get up.”
Gu Yuanbai, “Why?”
“It’s cold where you sit,” Xue Yuan frowned, “Although it’s made of wood, it’s best to put something on it.”
Gu Yuanbai was helpless: “I wear a lot of clothes.”
“It doesn’t matter if you have too many clothes,” Xue Yuan stood up straight and softened his tone, “You don’t feel cold, but your butt feels cold.”
Gu Yuanbai didn’t want to talk to him about “butt or not”, so he stood up and asked him to put a soft cushion on his back. However, the cushion in Xue Yuan’s hand was not a soft cushion. Gu Yuanbai couldn’t hold it back and asked, “Isn’t this the pillow for your bedroom?”
“Take a dip in His Majesty’s fragrance.”
His smile was deep, and his peripheral vision flickered on Gu Yuanbai. Gu Yuanbai thought to himself, here comes the first step to seduce.
The bad thoughts under the Holy Spirit’s temper started to stir up, and he remembered Xue Jiuyao’s confused expression last time, so he raised his eyebrows and said slowly: “I won’t sit on your pillow.”
“Your Majesty, sit down for a while,” Xue Yuan coaxed in a low voice, “I will sleep well with it on my pillow at night.”
Sleeping on the pillow he had sat on… Gu Yuanbai couldn’t say anything. He raised his head and glanced at Tian Fusheng. Tian Fusheng ran over smartly, put the soft cushions he had prepared on the swing, and said politely to Xue Yuan: “Xue Yuan Sir, the young ones have already prepared some supplies, so there is no need for Mr. Xue to worry.”
Xue Yuan had no choice but to put away the pillow. After Gu Yuanbai sat down, he put the cloak in front of him and tucked it carefully around his neck. There is a cloak in the front, a cloak in the back, a stove in the hand, and a warm basin outside to bring warmth. The cold wind can only blow on the face. Gu Yuanbai exhaled and said comfortably: “I will bask in the sun while you carve yours. When the wind blows, come into the room.”
Xue Yuan hooked the hair on the side of Gu Yuanbai’s face behind his ears and said with a smile, “Yes.”
The wood was a long piece of wood. Xue Yuan took the knife and started carving. Occasionally he looked up at the Holy Master, then lowered his head and moved the dagger.
Gu Yuanbai was basking in the sun on the swing, seemingly asleep. When he woke up, he was carried into the house by someone unknown, and he lay on the bed and covered himself with a quilt.
He turned around and saw Xue Yuan sitting at the table in the room, concentrating on wiping a scimitar.
The scimitar looks graceful and luxurious, not ordinary. Gu Yuanbai lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. He looked down and asked hoarsely, “Where are my shoes and socks?”
Xue Yuan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw his bare feet about to hit the ground. His expression changed, and he stood up violently, and the scimitar on the table clanked.
Seeing his menacing look, Gu Yuanbai retracted his feet before Xue Yuan stretched out his hands, and coldly got into the kang bed, “Where is Tian Fusheng?”
Xue Yuan touched the space, paused for a moment and then said: “Outside.”
“Call him in,” Gu Yuanbai frowned, looked around, and saw his white socks at the table where Xue Yuan sat, “How did my shoes and socks get there?”
Xue Yuan’s expression remained unchanged, “I don’t know either.”
Tian Fusheng obeyed the order and entered the room, put on the shoes and socks for the Holy One. After putting them on, someone came forward and tied up the Holy One’s messy black hair again, making him look more handsome.
After Gu Yuanbai cleaned himself up, he walked around the yard to wake himself up. He asked Tian Fusheng, “Why did I fall asleep?”
Tian Fusheng whispered, “Your Majesty, I don’t even know. I just saw that before you sat on the swing for a long time, Mr. Xue put down the wood and dagger, stepped forward and carried you into the house.”
“Then my shoes and socks,” Gu Yuanbai, “did he take them off?”
Tian Fusheng lowered his head and said, “Young ones have never touched the Holy Emperor’s shoes and socks.”
The captain of the guard followed Gu Yuanbai, but hesitated to speak.
Gu Yuanbai rubbed his forehead and led the people back. As soon as he returned, he saw the palace attendants standing in Xue Yuan’s courtyard waiting, and the bedroom door was closed. Gu Yuanbai glanced towards the bedroom and asked, “Why are you all standing here?”
The palace attendant cautiously said: “Reporting to Your Majesty, Mr. Xue asked the children to wait outside. He has some private matters to do.”
Gu Yuanbai’s eyelids twitched, private matter?
He thought of the balled-up socks he had left beside the stone table. He raised his hand to tell people not to report. He glanced at the people behind him from the corner of his eye and said calmly: “Follow Tian Fusheng, the others are waiting here.”
Gu Yuanbai quietly walked to the window and pushed it open a crack. When he looked inside, he saw Xue Yuan lying on one knee on the bed, sniffing the bed where Gu Yuanbai had been lying from top to bottom. place.
The quilts were piled loosely on the side of the bed. He was holding one hand on the side of the bed, his back was tense. It was hard to tell what his expression was, but he looked very addicted.
——I didn’t even hear the sound of the window being pushed open.
Gu Yuanbai suddenly felt a little hot, so he turned his head and blew in the cold air. After a while, he turned around and knocked on the window. Loud wooden knocking sounds came three times. Xue Yuan, who was sniffing Gu Yuanbai’s remaining warmth on the bed, paused, then slowly got out of bed and looked towards the window. Come.
The Holy Sage’s face was slightly angry, his long eyebrows were pressed forward, and his lips were as cold as snow as the plum blossoms had just bloomed. His five fingers were bent, and it was the Holy Sage who made these three urging sounds.
Xue Yuan lifted his robe, tidied himself up smoothly, then strode to the window, bent down and saluted, “Why is your Majesty here?”
Gu Yuanbai’s voice was also cold, “What are you doing.”
Xue Yuan pondered for a while: “I didn’t rest in the bedroom when I slept two days ago. It was too hot and I couldn’t get used to sleeping. Today I saw the Holy One sleeping so deeply, so I became a little curious and wanted to take a look at this kang bed. How is it done?”
“If you want to see how the kang bed is made, just pick it up and smell it?” Gu Yuanbai mocked.
Xue Yuan nodded seriously and said seriously: “I really don’t smell the smell of the bedding being burned.”
Gu Yuanbai looked at him for a while, then raised the corners of his lips, “Xue Qing still has time to figure out the kang bed. The wood carving you carved for me should be ready, right?”
Xue Yuan’s expression didn’t change: “The wood carving can’t be finished so quickly. Your Majesty will wait for two days. When it’s done, I’ll deliver it to the palace in person.”
The heat in his body subsided, and Gu Yuanbai glanced at the bed from the corner of his eye. The clean and tidy bed was already covered with folds like mountains. These folds were deep or shallow. There was no one on them anymore, but they seemed to still be there. Ordinary people.
The Holy Master stared straight at the bed. Xue Yuan turned around and looked along, his Adam’s apple rolling.
“Does the kang bed smell good?” The Holy Master suddenly asked softly.
Xue Yuan’s throat was not only itchy, his nose was also itchy, and his heart and back seemed to be crawling with thousands of ants chewing on it. After a long time, he said: “It smells great.”
As he spoke the words, he realized that his voice was hoarse to the point of holding grains of sand in his mouth.
His voice was frighteningly low, and his expression was even more like a ferocious beast that was about to break its rope. Tian Fusheng was so frightened that he wanted to drag the saint and run away. But the Holy Emperor was extremely calm. He met Xue Yuan’s eyes that were glowing green like a beast in the night, and smiled slightly, “Xue Qing, I also think it smells great.”
After Gu Yuanbai finished speaking, Feng Qingyun smiled lightly again.
Xue Yuan looked at him blankly, unable to recover for a while.
Tian Fusheng said in shock: “Master Xue, you, you – your nose is bleeding!”
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There was confusion.
Xue Yuan was forced to have his pulse checked by the doctor. He had been away from home for five months, and Mrs. Xue and Mrs. Xue were now thinking about him. Even though it seemed that they had nosebleeds just because of excessive anger, the two elders did not see the doctor. rest assured.
Gu Yuanbai sat at the stone table, sipping tea in a leisurely manner. Just tasting it, when I saw Xue Yuan with his head tilted up and his nose blocked from the corner of his eye, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he couldn’t stop laughing.
Interesting, fun.
The doctor on the side saw so many impressive people here, but he still couldn’t help chattering to the eldest son: “It’s obviously not the beginning of spring yet, and it’s still cold. Why are you so angry and irritable, eldest son?” ?”
The imperial doctor brought by the Holy One from the palace was also holding his beard and laughing and joining in the fun, “Master Xue’s face can tell how strong the fire is in the body. Now there is cold air coming in from the outside, and the cold and heat are fighting against each other. Isn’t it uncomfortable to sleep at night?”
After the two questions were asked, Xue Yuan’s eyelids didn’t even droop. I thought to myself that it was hard to sleep, so I wanted to hold someone with cold hands and feet in my arms.
It was common for Xue Yuan to be angry. He had to practice all the time in the army, so he was able to calm down his anger, but when Gu Yuanbai was around, he couldn’t calm down.
The doctor prescribed Chinese medicine to clear away heat and detoxify. After everyone left, Gu Yuanbai stood up and curled his lips, “Tian Fusheng, is the pot I asked the blacksmith to make a few days ago ready?”
Tian Fusheng said hurriedly, “Okay,” and asked someone to bring the iron pot up. Xue Yuan stepped forward and saw that the iron pot was like a Tai Chi diagram, divided into two halves, the inside and the outside. “Your Majesty, is this?”
Gu Yuanbai gave a kind smile: “That’s it for dinner. It’s a pity that Xue Qing can’t eat this new trick.”
In the past two days, Gu Yuanbai wanted to eat hot pot and sweat out, but today he really had time to take a shower. He looked up at the sky. The sun was still high in the sky. The soup was being made now. It should be delicious when the sky darkens.
Xue Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, “Your Majesty, why can’t I eat it?”
“I’m afraid that if you eat it, another bowl of blood will bleed out.” Gu Yuanbai glanced at him, stretched out his hand from his robe, and flicked the iron pot with his fingers. The iron pot trembled slightly and made a crisp sound from high to low. Sound, “This thing is on fire.”
The Holy Master smiled and said, “So Master Xue, just take a look at it and don’t eat it.”
The people from the imperial kitchen behind him came forward to get the iron pot. They had heard that the Holy Sage wanted to eat something called “hot pot” half a month ago. The director of the Imperial Kitchen had personally asked the Holy Sage what the “hot pot” tasted like, and after pondering for half a month After a month, they finally achieved some results, and the Holy One couldn’t wait any longer, so Xiu Mu brought his things.
Xue Yuan smiled nonchalantly and didn’t take it seriously. But when it got darker at night and the smokeless charcoal fire was burning the iron pot, and the soup in the iron pot was boiling and exuding a strange fragrance, he couldn’t help but feel the roar in his stomach, and when saliva came out of his mouth, who could care less about getting angry? To do it, just come forward and sit down, with your back straight and unmoving in the wind and rain.
The thick soup in the pot is divided into two parts, one is the thick soup as mellow as goat’s milk, and the other is the red thick soup as if stained with flower juice. Xue Yuan smelled it, and seemed to smell spicy flavor from the fragrance, and there was also a strange, sour and sweet, sweet and sour taste, but it was extremely appetizing.
He couldn’t help but ask: “Your Majesty, what is this red thing?”
In the thick soup like goat’s milk, he could smell the smell of mutton soup.
Gu Yuanbai was letting people cut the meat into pieces as thin as paper. He didn’t even raise his eyelids, as if he didn’t hear Xue Yuan’s words.
Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the troubled expression on the cook’s face as he held the knife against the meat. He laughed, stood up and took the meat. The knife moved around in his hand, reflecting the firelight on the fresh meat. “Your Majesty, it is as thin as a piece of paper. Only I can do it.”
Only then did Gu Yuanbai raise his eyes to look at him.
The profile of the Holy Sage’s face was bright and dark in the firelight, reflecting a warm yellow light. Xue Yuan coaxed: “I will cut the meat for you. Just look at me twice.”
