Beloved Empress

Half a quarter of an hour later, I saw the fire that Mo Qiqi couldn't make anymore. It was actually lit by Jun Qianche, and it was still burning.

Jun Qianche looked at Mo Qiqi and mocked her with his eyes.

Mo Qiqi whitened him, still gave him a thumbs up.

Then Mo Qiqi took some rice, lotus seeds and some other things and prepared to cook a bowl of eight treasure porridge for him to try. Never let him look flat. What can you show off by the fire? Grandma will cook delicious porridge. !

So the most honorable men and women of Huachenguo were very happy in this small kitchen.

After a while, there was another unpleasantness between the empresses: "Emperor, you are too hot, my porridge will be cooked, small, small."

"Mo Qiqi, are you kidding me?" Jun Qianche scolded displeasedly.

Mo Qiqi retorted with a grievance: "What makes me want to trick you, this porridge is originally to be boiled on fire, and then slowly boiled down! You can't do it!"

"I can't do it, you come." Jun Qianche suddenly stopped picking the pick.He is a prince of a country, helping her to make a fire here, she has no choice but to choose.

Mo Qiqi was also very angry, and he communicated with him clearly, but he was so unreasonable, only you have a temper tantrum!Grandma also has: "I'll come as soon as I come." I don't believe that you can't cook porridge without you.

It is said that there will be a running-in period between husband and wife. This running-in period of the emperor and emperor is afraid that it will be a long way to go.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Qiqi looked at the porridge in the bowl, crying without tears in frustration, looking to Jun Qianche.

Jun Qianche ridiculed: "This is the congee cooked by the queen, and it really makes me look at it. You are fined for one month."

"Hey! Emperor, you are not reasonable! Can you blame me for cooking porridge? It's not good for the emperor's fire." Mo Qiqiang bravely retorted.

Jun Qianche stared at her.

Mo Qiqi didn't dare to stare at his fierce line of sight, bowed his head and complained: "Huh! The emperor will bully his concubine, and people know that the emperor is sick, and they look at the emperor kindly, even if the emperor is not touched, it will make it difficult for others to cook. Congee, obviously people can cook porridge, but the emperor does not cooperate with others to fire, but the porridge is cooked and blamed, and they are also very wrong? Are you still staring at people like this, whine—" Suddenly felt in my heart Very grieved, in modern times, whether it is cooking for teammates or family members, friends, they will be full of praise, why you can’t get affirmation even when you get here, and they are ridiculed and bullied by him.It's not fun at all here, she has to go back to her world.

Seeing Mo Qiqi cry, Jun Qianche's heart was shaken fiercely and shocked. Although he had been married to the queen for two years, the queen in front of him was always overbearing and arrogant. Never showed the appearance of a little woman, let alone cried in front of him.

So in the face of her like this, he was really overwhelmed: "You, what are you crying for?"

"Of course I'm wronged, I cry! I'm obviously good at cooking, but you are denied, you just bullied me on purpose." Mo Qiqi committee sucked his nose and looked at him.

Seeing her cry like pear blossoms with rain, Jun Qianche's cold heart was a little softer, and stepped forward, gently wiped the tears off her face, and said in a harsh tone: "Okay, don't I cried. That’s what I don’t cook."

Mo Qiqi wiped his tears seriously and said seriously: "I really can cook, but I blame you this time." Right and wrong must be made clear.Damn, why did she suddenly cry in front of him, so shameful, she is not a crying person!It must be the reason for being homesick.

Jun Qianche sighed helplessly, took her hand, and walked out.

"Hey! What are you doing? Where did you pull me?" Mo Qiqi trot all the way to follow his footsteps.

Soon, Jun Qianche returned to the Imperial Palace with Mo Qiqi.

Mo Qiqi flicked off his hand and said unpleasantly: "You just said that your dormitory is not good, why did you drag me away, I have long legs, and I will go. The concubine is fine with the emperor's illness. , The concubine went back first."

"Stop." Jun Qianche stopped her again with a loud voice.

Mo Qiqi impatiently glared at him and asked, "What's the matter! Do you want to make things difficult for me?"

Jun Qianche pulled her over and walked to the basin shelf to show her to the basin.

The small face of Mo Qiqi in the basin was dirty, like a little cat.

Lifting his head, he grumbled to Jun Qianche and complained: "I blame you. If you didn't let me cook porridge, can I make it so dirty?"

Jun Qianche was too lazy to fight with her, took the veil, dipped in water, and wiped her face.

Mo Qiqi was slightly stunned, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "Let me do it myself!"

Jun Qianche reached out and opened her hand, personally helping her clean the small face.

Mo Qiqi mocked in his heart: this guy will not burn his head melon with a fever!No one here is so kind!Who can you show affection to?But being able to be served by the emperor is still worth showing off. After wearing it back, show off with friends. This girl was served by the emperor, I am afraid there are not many people in ancient and modern times!Hahaha-

When Mo Qiqi was stunned, Jun Qianche had wiped her small dirty face clean and reached for her forehead.

Mo Qiqi's wandering thoughts were immediately pulled back, rubbing his forehead unpleasantly, "What are you doing!"

Jun Qianche walked towards the dragon case and said coldly: "Help me study ink."

Mo Qiqi pointed to himself: "I? Study ink! I said how could you be so kind to wipe my face! It turned out to have another purpose!"

Jun Qianche sat on the dragon chair and looked at her.

The eyes full of majesty and domineering, Mo Qiqi's anger disappeared instantly, reluctantly went to the dragon case to study ink.

Jun Qianche picked up the pen and looked at her, once again speaking indifferently: "According to your grinding method, I'm afraid I won't be able to study ink at night."

Mo Qiqi imagined a picture in his mind, splashed a large pot of ink towards Jun Qianche, and then pinched his hands at him pointing at him and yelled: You don’t want ink?This is enough!Everyone dyes you black."Hahaha--" Mo Qiqi immersed in his fantasy and smiled forward and backward.

Jun Qianche snapped the table angrily: "Mo Qiqi -"

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