Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2223

Yan Xingchen was returning home from the Duke of Huguo's Mansion in a carriage in the afternoon. When he passed by a stall selling roasted chestnuts, he stopped the carriage and asked the driver to pull over and wait.

She and her maid Mo Xiang went to queue up to buy chestnuts.

There were three or four people in front of her, and when they were almost her, she suddenly turned around and left.

Mo Xiang caught up with her and asked, "Madam, why don't you buy it again?"

"For some reason, I just don't feel like eating." Yan Xingchen pointed to the fried pancake next to him, "Let's go check it out. I smell the fragrance and feel hungry."

The lunch she had at the Protectorate's Mansion was a bit too refined and a bit too bland. She suddenly felt hungry, her stomach rumbling.

I'm hungry. Sugar-roasted chestnuts won't fill me up. So I need something more substantial.

It is a kind of fried cake made by mixing shredded potatoes with flour paste, sprinkling chopped green onions and salt, and then frying in a pan until golden and crispy.

Yan Xingchen bought two. After a moment's thought, he bought two more. After another moment's thought, he bought a whole bunch more, packed them all up, and said to Mo Xiang, "Go back and ask the kitchen to make a pot of green leaf porridge with some fried cakes. It should be delicious. Master likes potatoes, so he should like these cakes too, right?"

Mo Xiang was unsure. Not only did she not know what her husband liked to eat, she didn't even know what her wife liked to eat.

These two people can make do with anything except their official duties.

The sun rose from the west today, and my wife was actually interested in fried dough cakes and bought such a large bunch of them.

Mo Xiang said that she couldn't discourage Madam's enthusiasm, "The master will definitely like the oil cakes Madam bought."

However, Lu Sangyu did not go home for dinner that day. Instead, she stayed in the palace with Shi Yunqi and others to discuss matters with Emperor Wenxuan.

Dinner was also eaten in the palace. It was exquisite, light and filling.

When he came back, the moon was already above the willow branches, and Lu Sangyu smelled a fragrance.

The old woman said happily, "Those are the potato pancakes that Madam bought. We're all eating them tonight. Madam is in such a good mood that she's eating with us." After a pause, she added, "Would you like some, Master? Madam left a few for you, warming them on the stove."

Lu Sangyu said, "No need to bother."

He also had to sort out official documents, so he had no time to waste his thoughts on these mundane things. Eating and sleeping were a waste of time, and he wished he could split a quarter of an hour into two.

The old woman was obviously shocked and watched the master disappear into the study with a sullen look.

She sighed heavily. This home was peaceful and stable, but it lacked the flavor of everyday life. It didn't seem like a home that was going through life.

Lu Sangyu pushed the door and entered the study, and saw Yan Xingchen writing quickly at his desk.

The two of them nodded as a greeting and returned to their desks to work.

The servant Wu Yong held his breath as he ground ink, while the scent of ink filled the lamp. At first, they thought the master and mistress's relationship was strange, but over time they got used to it.

Both of them moved very lightly, and the only sounds in the room were the rustling of turning papers, the crackling of bursting wicks, and the interlocking breathing of several people.

Yan Xingchen wrote a list on a piece of paper. She planned to write a book, "Records of the Mountains and Rivers of Beiyi: A Record of Paintings," to record those who had made outstanding contributions to the development of Beiyi, so that future generations would remember them.

When she wrote the words "Lu Sangyu", she suddenly stopped writing, and the ink spread onto the word "yu" to form a small flower.

For some reason, a sentence popped up in her mind: He is stubborn, he is humble, and he is upright.

Lu Sangyu suddenly felt something, looked up at Yan Xingchen, and touched his face again, "Is the ink on my face?"

Yan Xingchen shook his head. "I was just thinking about how to write about Lord Lu in the hearts of the people."

He waved his hands and laughed at himself, "I'm just a mundane official, what's there to write about?"

Yan Xingchen expressed her idea and conception of writing a book called "Danqingzhi".