Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 91 Longevity Noodles

After Jiang Lanye returned, he could clearly sense that the expressions of the palace servants were all strange.

He pushed open the door and went in. Song Yi had dressed up nicely, wearing a new dress, carefully arranging her hair, and even carefully matching the pearl flowers he had given her.

She was beautiful enough without makeup, but now, with her eyebrows carefully drawn and lipstick lightly applied, she looked exceptionally pretty.

Jiang Lanye stared at her blankly.

Song Yi twirled in front of him, her skirt fluttering, with many lustrous pearls faintly embedded on it.

"do I look good?"

Jiang Lanye didn't speak, but pinched her chin and moved closer again.

Song Yi slapped him in annoyance.

"I'm asking you."

Jiang Lanye forcefully pulled her into his arms, ignoring her struggles, and held the back of her head, lowering his head to kiss her.

Her lipstick smudged and spread to the corners of her lips, adding a touch of glamour.

As the two parted, Jiang Lanye looked at Song Yi, who was panting heavily, and said seriously, "I am also answering you."

Song Yi: "."

The anger in her heart dissipated when she thought that tomorrow was Jiang Lanye's birthday.

Forget it, I won't hold it against him. This is the only time.

Why did you suddenly feel like dressing up today?

Song Yi's eyes darted around and she smiled, "Because tonight I'll wait until midnight to wish you a happy birthday."

Jiang Lanye's breathing suddenly deepened, and he pulled her tightly into his arms again.

He hugged her so tightly that Song Yi could hardly breathe.

"Jiang Lanye, let me go first."

He loosened his grip slightly, looked down at her eyes that were brighter and more radiant than the sun, and couldn't help but lower his head again.

Song Yi instinctively closed her eyes.

He paused, then gently placed a passionate kiss between her eyebrows and eyes.

He hoped he could look into those eyes for the rest of his life.

"Jiang Lanye, I'll make you longevity noodles tomorrow."

"it is good."

Song Yi took his hand and led him inside.

She did nothing today, but clung to Jiang Lanye. She moved a chair and placed it next to him, watching him write. She did nothing herself, just casually picked up a pen and held it under her nose, pouting her lips to hold it up.

into the night.

Eunuch Cao walked in, carrying something in his hands.

Song Yi stood up happily and hurried over to greet him.

"And what about paint?"

"This servant will bring it right away."

Jiang Lanye stared at the two of them, who were talking incoherently, with a puzzled look on his face.

Song Yi carefully took the dried clay figure and walked to Jiang Lanye's side.

Jiang Lanye glanced at it and froze.

"This is."

Song Yi placed it beside him, looking at him with a mixture of smugness and pride.

Eunuch Cao quickly brought over what Song Yi had asked for.

She picked out two clean brushes, dipped them in paint, and started applying color to Jiang Lanye's face.

She was focused, her fingers only daring to lightly touch the clay figure.

Jiang Lanye had mixed feelings.

"Is this a gift for me?"

"Of course."

She responded without looking up.

"So, all this time you've been sculpting clay, just for this."

After Song Yi finished the last stroke, he carefully blew on it a few times to make it dry faster.

"Yes, when I think about how you have everything, I realize I can't give you anything valuable. And I'm not very good at painting, so I just clumsily made this."

"You won't mind, will you?" Jiang Lanye pursed his lips, unsure how to pick it up.

He felt the clay figure was too fragile and was afraid he would break it, thus wasting Song Yi's good intentions.

Song Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's still very sturdy after being in the sun all day. As long as you don't drop it on purpose, it won't break."

Jiang Lanye then took it and examined it carefully.

Song Yi observed his expression and asked, "Jiang Lanye, do you like it?"

"like."

After he finished speaking, he paused, then added, "I like it very much."

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, as long as you like it."

Jiang Lanye added, "Next time, I'll be you again."

Song Yi was taken aback. "Should we put both of ours together? Of course."

Jiang Lanye stopped talking, but kept holding the clay figure, his gaze never leaving it.

Like a child who has suddenly received candied fruit, their heart is filled with sweetness.

An emotion he had never experienced in his childhood returned to him years later.

Everything that is missing will come back.

Song Yi glanced at the night outside and, realizing there was still some time before midnight, said, "How about we go to the imperial kitchen now and I'll cook you some noodles? By the time we're done, it should be the next day. What do you think?"

Jiang Lanye softly said yes.

Song Yi adjusted the pearl hairpin in her hair, took his hand and said, "Let's go."

The people in the imperial kitchen were completely unprepared for His Majesty and the Imperial Concubine to arrive so suddenly in the middle of the night, and they were caught off guard and in a flurry of activity.

Seeing this, Song Yi said, "You don't need to bother, I'll come and cook a bowl of noodles for His Majesty."

After saying that, she rolled up her sleeves and carefully washed her hands.

There was prepared dough in the imperial kitchen.

Jiang Lanye was somewhat surprised to see that she seemed to really know how to do it.

"You can do it?"

"My cooking skills aren't great, but I can always manage to cook noodles."

She picked up a rolling pin, rolled out the dough, and then went to boil a pot of water.

Then, she picked up the knife, eager to try it out.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Lanye immediately frowned and snatched it away.

"Forget it, you shouldn't do it."

Song Yi glared at him and said, "It's really nothing."

Seeing her insistence, Jiang Lanye had no choice but to return it.

"By the way, would you like wide noodles or thin noodles?"

Jiang Lanye leaned against the side and said calmly, "You did everything well."

Song Yi muttered in a low voice, "Would you prefer wider noodles? Thin noodles break easily when cooked. The longevity noodles I'm giving you definitely can't break."

Hearing what she said clearly, Jiang Lanye felt a pang of tenderness in his heart.

After putting the noodles into the pot, she quickly stirred them a few times and then chopped some scallions.

Then, she used a spoon to scoop out a long noodle, put it in a bowl, drizzled some sesame oil on it, and sprinkled some scallions on top, making it look quite presentable.

Seeing that she had been busy for a long time, Jiang Lanye brought the steaming bowl of noodles to her.

For a moment, childhood memories overlapped with this moment.

As a prince, his birthday banquet could not be taken lightly.

Jiang Lanye vaguely remembered that at the banquet, his father, concubines, and others sat in the hall, and the table was full of delicacies, but he just couldn't be happy.

After the banquet, his mother brought him a bowl of steaming noodles and said softly:
"I noticed you didn't eat much at your birthday banquet, so I specially cooked you a bowl of noodles. Eat up."

"Jiang Lanye, let's go back to the Golden Palace first."

Song Yi began to speak.

He came to his senses and watched as Song Yi put the noodles into the food box, then whispered "okay."

The moon was bright tonight, and the two of them were walking back slowly when Song Yi suddenly remembered something and grabbed his hand, urging him on:

"Hurry up, the noodles won't taste good in a bit."

(End of this chapter)