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Chapter 288 The Immortal Envoy's Tribulation (5)

The medicine I took was prescribed by a traveling doctor. According to my father, the traveling doctor was mysterious, but the medicine he prescribed was excellent.

It's just that some traces are hard to find, they only appear once every three years, and the medicine given is also three years old.Xingyue counts the days and it will be three years.

After Xu Qing took the medicine given by Xingyue, his body recovered quickly.Even he himself was a little surprised.

During these days of his illness, although he slept a little drowsily, he still remembered Xingyue's care for him.

And the servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion have recently discovered that the relationship between their Prime Minister and his wife seems to have improved a lot.They are also happy to see it happen.

After getting along these days, the servants gradually accepted Xingyue, the prime minister's wife.

After all, Xingyue is not like other masters who always show off their temper and punish their servants. Compared with others, the prime minister's wife has a good temper.

"How does it taste? I made it myself." Xingyue watched Xu Qing drink the soup she just made with hope.

Xu Qing took a sip expressionlessly, "It's okay."

"Really?" With Xu Qing's affirmation, Xingyue laughed instantly.

This was the first time Xu Qing saw Xingyue smiling so happily. In the past, Xingyue's face was always lifeless.

Looking at the extremely fragile girl, he always felt in his heart that only a lively girl like Lin Ziyi could make him feel comfortable.

But looking at the smile on Xingyue's pale face today, it made him.The heart was slightly touched.

Since Xu Qing affirmed Xingyue's cooking skills that day, in the following days, there will always be a bowl of soup on the dinner table every night.

In the first one or two days, Xu Qing would drink a bowl to save face, but after he arrived, he would only take a symbolic sip, and sometimes he would even forget it directly, and he never took a sip after a meal.

But Xingyue still insisted on making a bowl of soup every day.

After Xu Qing recovered from his illness, he didn't have much time to eat at home, but sometimes when he came home, he would always feel a little warm when he saw the lights on in the house and people waiting for him.

It's like the heart is wrapped in a warm hand, it's indescribably comfortable.

"Actually, you don't have to cook by yourself every day. I don't like soup very much." On this day, looking at the soup that regularly appeared on the dinner table, Xu Qing couldn't help but said.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't like soup, it's just that he can't get used to Xingyue's soup.

Perhaps because of the influence of General Mu, who was on the march and fighting, the soup made by Xingyue emphasizes the salty taste and puts a lot of ingredients.

This is unacceptable to Xu Qing, who has always liked blandness.

After hearing Xu Qing's words, Xingyue took a chopstick hand and said, "Really? I know."

And the other hand placed under the dining table kept rubbing. There were wounds, many wounds, scratches, and burns.

Another moment of silence.

From that day on, the soup made by Xingyue no longer appeared on the dinner table.Xu Qing, who occasionally came back to eat, seemed to be relieved.

On this day, when Xu Qing came back, he brought back an invitation card.

It was a gathering headed by the prince, and the location was by the West Wei River.

After the cold winter, the weather is gradually warming up and everything is recovering. It is a suitable day for outing.

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When Xu Qing and Xingyue arrived, there were already a lot of people. Everyone gathered together in twos and threes, some on the grass by the river, and some on boats near the river.

(End of this chapter)