Nothing but good looking

It was a rare fine weather, but it was still cold. Wang Lang huddled in his dark cotton robe and sat blankly. He didn't have much free time when he was with A Lin. When he had free time, he didn't know what to do.

Min San brought over a steaming bowl of hot and sour soup, "Your Majesty said that occasionally eating something less healthy is also a way of keeping in good health."

This bowl of hot and sour soup is full of color, fragrance, and exudes a moving white air.

Wang Lang suddenly had an appetite, "Then what else did Your Majesty say?"

Min Sandao: "Your Majesty did not explain anything else."

Min San put the hot and sour soup on the table and retreated.

Wang Lang has an annals of Dasheng Nine Territories, which records that Chen Liu traveled very far to Youzhou. If he were to walk alone, he would take Wang Lin alone, and it would take at least half a year to walk.

Wang Lang looked around, this small inn should be owned by Wang Min.

The hot and sour soup is rich in flavor and is a unique recipe in the palace.

He couldn't walk anymore, Wang Min didn't need to be on such alert at all, his body was like an old man in his twilight years, although he was still full of energy, he was lazily refusing to move.

Wang Lang is also a doctor, and he knows that this is a very bad thing.

Presumably Master Qingxu also knows.

So even the hot and sour soup has herbs in it.

Wang Lang drank the hot and sour soup in one gulp. He knew what kind of temperament Wang Min was, so there was no need to worry about it.Even if what was being concealed was the murder of his biological mother, Wang Lang drank the last sip of hot and sour soup, the heat of the hot and sour soup drenched his tears, but only a little bit on his eyelashes.

Wang Lang finished his hot and sour soup and went out. The sun was out today, and it was warmer than in the inn.Min San followed closely beside him.

Wang Lang was handsome and everyone looked at him sideways, but he seemed to be in the land of no one, and he didn't care about other people's eyes at all.

There is a shop on the street that buys fried glutinous rice cakes, and the glutinous rice cakes are sprinkled with sugar.

The shop owner is an elderly man, dressed in clean and tidy clothes, even the stall that is stained with oily smoke is extra clean.Seeing Wang Lang approaching, the owner asked enthusiastically, "Mr. Lang, would you like a bowl?"

Wang Lang nodded, took out the money and bought a bowl of glutinous rice cakes.Just as he was about to enter the entrance, Min San from the side came over and said, "I'm sorry."Picked up a piece with clean chopsticks and ate it straight away.

"Actually, I can buy you a bowl." Wang Lang said, "It's not such a precious thing."

Min San said softly: "Mr. Lang, please be careful in everything."

Wang Lang no longer struggled, but still paid for a new bowl for Min San.

The glutinous rice cake is cooked just right, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it is even sweeter when dipped in sugar.

Wang Lang strode forward. Although he was eating food while walking, he still did not hide his jewel-like appearance. People on the road looked sideways, but he always walked forward calmly, as if he had some destination.

Even Min San behind him wondered if Wang Lang was going somewhere.

But Wang Lang went straight back to the palace.

He entered through the gate, this face was the best pass, the palace man looked solemn.Wang Min and Wang Lin are in Zhaoming Hall, and Wang Min is teaching Wang Lin how to write.

"Daddy." Wang Lin called out loudly.

Wang Min looked at Wang Lang, Wang Lang glanced at him, then hugged Wang Lin.

"It's really cold outside." Wang Lang sighed.

The Zhaoming Hall is really warm, and I don't know if Wang Min did it on purpose. He sent so many people to follow him, but he didn't put a single brazier in the inn.

"You should take medicine." Wang Min said.

Wang Lang had a bitter look on his face, "The medicine is so bitter."

"Good medicine is good for the disease, and honest words are good for deeds." Even Wang Lin persuaded.

Wang Lang was puzzled: "Who told you this sentence, it's so convoluted and hard to remember, how do you remember it?"

Wang Lin seemed to want to let out a long sigh, but he held back and said slowly, "Daddy, this sentence is not so difficult to remember."

Wang Min sat aside and didn't talk to her. Although she was quiet, she felt reassuring.

"You move to Shangyuan Palace."

Wang Lin fell asleep, and the two adults began to say something that they would not say in front of a child.

Wang Min sat next to him, "Qingze Palace is very good." The implication is that he does not intend to move.

"You married me and raised Wang Lin. Did no one say anything?" Wang Lang asked lazily, leaning on Wang Min.

Wang Min said: "You don't always say what you don't want to hear, just pretend you didn't hear it."

Wang Lang has not been smart since he was a child, and he has a face for nothing, so there are many chances of being called an idiot beauty.Good looks are a gift, but intelligence is also a gift.Good-looking but not smart, there are too many opportunities to be ridiculed openly and secretly.

Under the amazement at the first glance, it was gradually discovered that it was stupid.

It literally went from the best to the worst.

"That's right, anyway, I just like to hear good things." Wang Lang said with a smile.

Wang Min didn't make a sound, just leaned over and kissed him.

The next day, Wang Lang woke up very early, but Wang Min got up earlier and went to court.

The palace man asked softly: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has told you to sleep a little longer."

Sleeping a little longer isn't something that can be done by orders. Wang Lang got up, and Wang Lin was still sleeping soundly beside him.Wang Lang was a little jealous, bent down and wanted to pinch Wang Lin's face, but he withdrew his hand in mid-air.

Forget it, let him sleep.

I slept so well.

Wang Lang thought to himself, and looked at him with a smile, his eyes were extremely gentle.

Today's breakfast is very light, with clear porridge and side dishes, and there is no meat, but a jade and white jade soup is cooked with chicken broth.

After Wang Lang finished his breakfast, the palace servants suddenly brought up a small rolled-up letter on a tray, tied with soft red silk.

He slowly opened the letter, and the writing was full of character, Wang Min always had a calm face, but the writing was stubborn and unruly.

"Alang:

When I saw you in the past, I felt sorry for you, and I couldn't bear to part with you. I have concealed so much. I hope you will forgive me.

Wang Min"