MTL - After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around (I Turned Over A New Leaf After Marrying A Sickly Lord)-Chapter 119 Slightly acidic

   Chapter 119 Slight Acid

   He smiled lightly, "It's okay, it's just that Brother Shen is back in Beijing. This king has prepared a small gift. Because of the investment I just talked about, I forgot to give it to Brother Shen when I left. I'd like to ask Mrs. Shen to bring it back for me."

   said, he took out a brocade box from his arms, it looked like that.

   Su Anan took it with both hands and thanked him, but didn't open it immediately.

  Song Xingyuan said: "Inside is the soothing incense of the tribute from the Western Regions, which is helpful for sleep. I heard that Brother Shen has always been weak, and I can't sleep well even if I think about it. This king took this box of incense that he treasured."

  Su Anan: "Thank you, Your Highness."

  Song Xingyuan kindly instructed how to use it, saying that it should be placed in the incense burner and take one pill at a time. It doesn't take long, it can be burned in half an hour, and then you can sleep peacefully all night.

  Pro test, effective.

   Song Xingyuan told him to leave, the corners of his lips twitched into a smile, and he looked at the cynical Highness again.

   Su Anan looked at his back and couldn't help thinking.

   Does Song go far?

   Rumor has it that he knows nothing about the idle king who walks the streets and strolls around the brothel.

   It can be seen from his title that he is very free.

But…

  Is it true?

   She withdrew her gaze and went to Zehui Garden.

  Shen Juncheng seemed to like rocking chairs, so he set up another rocking chair and lay in the garden with a relaxed posture.

  Su Anan stepped forward and called, "Husband, drink the medicine."

  Shen Juncheng sat up.

   Su Anan stirred it a few times and felt that the medicine was almost cold before handing it over.

   As soon as he took a sip, Shen Juncheng stopped.

  Mao Ming, this wasn't intentional, this medicine is killing me.

   But he couldn't show it, so he just drank with pride.

   After drinking, Su Anan handed a glass of warm water, and then a plate of candied fruit, saying, "Good medicine is bitter, obscure and unbearable, husband, let's eat candied fruit."

   Shen Juncheng saw that she had brought it over, so he said "reluctantly": "Then take one."

  Su An'an took a plate and brought it to him, Shen Juncheng twisted one at will, and the sweet taste finally suppressed the bitter taste.

   He still wanted another one, thinking that he had said before that he would not eat sweets, so he endured it.

  Su Anan handed the medicine bowl to Cuiyan, then took out the brocade box from his arms and repeated Song Xingyuan's words.

   Shen Juncheng was surprised, this fellow has prepared a gift.

   A boxy little box, it looks very delicate, but it looks like that.

   opened it and smelled it, a faint scent of agarwood came, there was nothing wrong with it, agarwood can really sleep well.

   He didn't hate it, and he didn't like it, so he gave it to Su Anan and put it away.

   When Imperial Physician Du was leaving the Hou residence, he happened to bump into Song Xingyuan who was going out and hurriedly bowed.

  Song Xingyuan signaled to abstain from the ceremony, and said, "Doctor Du, this king is also a little uncomfortable. I wonder if I can trouble the imperial physician to move around and help me take a look?"

  Du Maoming said: "Of course you can, Your Highness is too polite."

  Song Xingyuan waved his hand, and his carriage came over. Du Maoming glanced at it and got on the carriage resignedly.

  Because Imperial Doctor Du said that Shen Juncheng's meals were best left alone, after Mrs. Lu found out later, she hurriedly "kindly" asked the kitchen to send it to Shen Juncheng alone.

   Finally, there is no need to eat with the sick child. They are at ease, and so is Shen Juncheng.

   At lunch, Su Anan thoughtfully helped him prepare the dishes. There were only two people, and she was also at ease, even ecstatic.

   Accidentally, I took a chili pepper for Shen Juncheng…

   And before using public chopsticks, I used my own chopsticks.

   Shen Juncheng looked down at Chili and then at her.

   Su Anan held the bowl, poked at the rice, his eyes were slightly blank, obviously lost in thoughts.

   He frowned slightly, and he had noticed from the morning that she was a little absent-minded.

   When eating, even more so.

   He looked back, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of Song Xingyuan.

   In the morning chat with Song Xingyuan, don't think he didn't know, she looked at the guy.

   It's been a while.

   Moreover, she was abnormally serious, and it seemed that she was also after that...

  Don't say, Song Xingyuan looks very romantic and dashing.

   He suddenly had an absurd idea.

   His eyes fell on her again, and suddenly he was no longer hungry, "I'm full."

   "Huh?" Su Anan returned to his senses, and seeing that he had not finished a bowl of rice, he said, "Have you not eaten my husband? I haven't finished this bowl of rice yet."

  Shen Juncheng put down his chopsticks, "Well, I won't eat it."

  Su An'an felt that his tone was low for some reason, and seemed unhappy. Just wondering what was wrong with him, he saw a red dried chili pepper in his bowl, and a half-bitten piece of ginger...

  Looking at it like this, wouldn't he think he was deliberately playing tricks on him? Did you add **** and pepper to him on purpose?

  Don't introduce, the relationship was finally eased, she hurriedly picked the peppers aside and explained: "My concubine just got distracted and caught the wrong dish, it wasn't intentional, please don't be angry."

   After she finished speaking, she remedied Shen Juncheng with sweet and sour pork loin, shredded pork in Beijing sauce, and vegetarian stir-fried cabbage, and piled his small bowl high.

  Shen Juncheng saw her diligence, his mood eased a bit, picked up the chopsticks, and ate slowly.

   "Because of what?"

   "Ah," Su Anan didn't expect that he would ask himself like this. He rolled his eyes and suddenly saw the handkerchief in his hand, and said in a clever way, "Because of my husband."

"I?"

"Well, when my concubine helped my husband pick clothes in the morning, I found that my husband's handkerchief was running out. I thought about embroidering two more for my husband, but I didn't know what color and pattern my husband liked, so I thought about it. If you think about it, go away."

"Oh, really."

  Su Anan's face did not change, "Yes."

  Oh, bullying the blind, you can see her nonsense at a glance.

   He didn't pierce her, and continued to ask lightly, "Have you figured it out?"

   Su Anan: "...Not yet."

   "I don't like flashy patterns."

   "...Oh, alright." She replied, silently cooking.

   Thought he would say something, she didn't need to worry about it, but I didn't expect to tell her that he didn't like gorgeous, did she prepare it?

   She raised her eyes and peeked at him, which was strange.

  Shen Juncheng has become so easy to get along with...

   was his wife, and it was his duty to help him embroider a veil. Su Anan silently wrote it down in his heart, and then took time to embroider two.

   A meal is considered harmonious.

  After lunch, Shen Juncheng said to go to Run Dexuan to sit for a while, so that she didn't have to follow.

  The sound of the tide accompanies.

   Su Anan responded obediently and watched him go out of the room.

  Run Dexuan, where is that?

  Cuiyan explained in a low voice, "I heard that it was Uncle's childhood study, on the far right of Zehui Garden."

   Oh, it turned out to be a memory of childhood.

  Eh, no, she looked at Cuiyan, "How do you know it was his childhood study?"

  Cuiyan whispered: "The slave girl asked about it."

   This is not difficult. In the morning, Cuiyan was familiar with Zehui Garden, and she heard the maid say that the easternmost part of the courtyard is the young master's Run Dexuan.

   Liu's temporary cleaning also tried to restore the appearance of the time as much as possible, and there were some books stuffed in the model.

   (end of this chapter)