PNB Chapter 281 If you're not sleepy, do something else.
Chapter 281 If you're not sleepy, do something else.
After Shen Muyue returned to the Left Prime Minister's residence, Liu Ruxu finally regained some of her presence. Now that Shen Muyue is back, Su Mowan completely ignores Liu Ruxu.
As for Liu Ruxu's plan to cause trouble while Shen Muyue was away, Su Mowan originally intended to have someone subtly hint at it to Shen Muyue, letting the two of them get entangled in their own affairs.
However, when she thought about how Shen Muyue and Liu Ruxu would be the only two women left in the manor after she went to Jiangnan, and that they would definitely fight, she decided against it and gave up the idea.
Although the autumn hunt only lasts one day, you have to stay overnight in the northern suburbs.
Firstly, the northern suburbs are a bit far from the capital, and secondly, after hunting prey during the day, a bonfire feast is held at night.
The thought of having to stay outside for almost two days made Su Mowan want to take a shower first.
But then she remembered that Murong Jing seemed to have a poor appetite at noon. Seeing that it was about time, she first made a few simple dishes and had Qinghe deliver them to him. Finally, she asked Yinshuang to prepare hot water for a bath.
Because it was a very cold day, Su Mowan quickly washed up and came out. She was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair when she heard Murong Jing's wheelchair enter the room.
Su Mowan looked up in surprise and saw Murong Jing enter.
She blinked.
What are you doing here at this hour? Have you tasted the food I made for you? How did it taste?
Murong Jing looked at the man leaning against the bed, his hair wet and disheveled, and his eyes darkened as he said, "I'll wait for you to come with me."
Su Mowan understood, quickly wiped her hair and tried to get up, but was stopped by Murong Jing.
"I will wipe it for you."
Su Mowan glanced at him, handed him the cloth in her hand, and then tried to lie down on the edge of the bed.
Murong Jing grabbed the person.
"It's convenient to lean on my lap."
Su Mowan didn't say anything, but obediently lay down on him, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes smiling.
Convenience my foot! If you want her to come closer, just say so. You're so stubborn.
Murong Jing first wiped the ends of the hair until they were almost dry, then moved to the roots with incredibly gentle touch.
Su Mowan squinted her eyes contentedly and muttered, "Wow, I never would have guessed that our Prince Qin is so good at serving people."
As soon as Su Mowan finished speaking, she felt Murong Jing's hand pause. Just as she was wondering if he was going to get angry over a joke, she heard Murong Jing's calm voice coming from above.
"I am skilled in everything, and I have mastered everything without a teacher."
Su Mowan turned her head in surprise at the slightly flirtatious words, her peach blossom eyes looking up at Murong Jing.
He had a stern face, showing no sign of guilt.
"Now it seems that it really was self-taught." Su Mowan smiled.
The way she slightly raised the corner of her eye, in Murong Jing's eyes, carried three parts allure and three parts playfulness, and his gaze darkened a bit.
"I'm not leaving tonight."
"Okay."
Su Mowan answered readily.
She and Murong Jing are currently in the stage of simply chatting under the covers, and they are very open about it.
As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered how busy Murong Jing had been during the day, and her delicate brows immediately furrowed.
She asked with concern, "Have you finished taking care of everything?"
Murong Jing continued what he was doing and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"..."
You should be heading to the northern suburbs tomorrow, and then we'll have to keep piling up stuff.
Su Mowan really wanted to say that they should go back and deal with it, because if it piled up, it would only get worse.
But when she thought about how busy Murong Jing had been since she left during the day, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
This was the first time she had ever seen the prince so busy.
Look at the King of Jin and the King of Chu. One only needed to drink wine and frequent brothels, while the other only needed to read books and play chess.
Compared to this, Murong Jing really is a miserable guy who's always busy with countless affairs.
So Su Mowan said, "Why do you insist on handling these things yourself? I think some of them are completely unnecessary. It would be better to have someone you trust handle some of them. There's really no need to work so hard."
Murong Jing paused again.
After a while, he said calmly, "I only trust myself."
These words carried a weight that was not easily detected.
Su Mowan, however, keenly noticed it.
At first, she didn't understand why Murong Jing would say such a thing, but then she remembered the time when Murong Jing was attacked, and she immediately understood.
The reason why Murong Jing was besieged in the northern frontier and almost lost his life was because of the betrayal of a trusted confidant.
This is a case of "once bitten by a snake, twice shy of a well rope."
It has to be said that Murong Jing was being a bit too cautious, but considering what he had experienced before, it seemed reasonable and justified.
After all, he held the majority of Yunmo's troops in his hands, and the consequences of the slightest mistake would be unimaginable.
Su Mowan had just come out of the bath and was only wearing an undergarment. She then realized she was getting a little cold and remembered to put on some clothes.
Suddenly, the belt around her waist loosened, and her shirt opened slightly.
Her clothes slipped down, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders.
Although she was still wearing a strapless top underneath, the exposed shoulders made Su Mowan very embarrassed.
She hurriedly and frantically pulled and tugged, quickly fixing it.
While Su Mowan was feeling shy, Murong Jing was also not having an easy time.
This happened so suddenly.
Seeing her fair shoulders and neck, I felt an urge to touch them.
But then he saw Su Mowan hurriedly gathering her clothes, her unusual shyness instantly extinguishing Murong Jing's budding lust.
He coughed lightly, turned his gaze slightly to the side, and said considerately, "I will go out first, and you can come out after you have put on your clothes."
Su Mowan's face flushed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and softly hummed in agreement.
Only after Murong Jing left did she quickly stand up and tie the sash of her inner garment tightly with two knots to make sure there would be no more accidents before taking the clothes that Yinshuang had prepared and putting them on.
Having just made a fool of herself, Su Mowan lingered for a while before slowly moving out, never daring to look at Murong Jing.
Having lived two lifetimes, I've finally experienced what it's like to be in love.
But this awkwardness made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Qinghe had already laid out all the dishes Su Mowan had prepared on the table. Murong Jing was already sitting at the table, and Su Mowan moved over and sat opposite him.
Yinshuang and Qinghe exchanged a glance and then consciously withdrew.
Seeing that Su Mowan wasn't as attentive as she had been at noon, Murong Jing knew she was still shy because of what had just happened, so he said, "Why are you looking down? I want to eat."
"..."
Is looking down bothering him while he's eating?
Su Mowan thought that what had just happened was nothing; she had even seen Murong Jing bathing naked!
Thinking about it that way made her feel better. She raised her head slightly and said somewhat awkwardly, "If you want to eat, just eat. This was all made for you."
Murong Jing rested his chopsticks on the rim of his bowl, his gaze calm, his voice steady: "Serve me the food."
Alright, alright, ancestors!
If you make it for me, do you want me to put it in a bowl and feed it directly?
Despite her inner grumbling, Su Mowan obediently added food to each dish.
After putting all five or six dishes into her bowl, Su Mowan put away her chopsticks.
"Eat up, and I'll serve you more after you're done."
Looking at the mountain of rice bowls, His Highness the Prince of Qin deeply suspected that Su Mowan was seeking revenge.
Where does he even begin to bite?
So Murong Jing had no choice but to start eating from the top, and after taking two bites, he suddenly stopped.
He asked out of the blue, "Has anyone cooked for you before?"
Su Mowan was momentarily stunned by the sudden question. She held up her chopsticks and thought for a moment before saying uncertainly, "It seems so."
It seems so?
His Highness the King of Qin felt that the food in his mouth had suddenly lost its flavor.
So, the 'virtuous' wild man that Su Mobai mentioned earlier really exists, and wasn't just made up?
Seeing Murong Jing's thoughtful expression, Su Mowan asked, puzzled, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
His Highness the King of Qin struggled to climb out of the vat of vinegar.
He glanced at Su Mowan, then looked away and said, "This prince can't cook."
"..."
What's going on here now?
Su Mowan blinked, not understanding what was wrong with Murong Jing, and asked curiously, "Why do you need to know how to cook? Isn't it enough that I can cook?"
The matter-of-fact tone of those words made His Highness the King of Qin shake off the smell of jealousy. Although his thin lips were still pursed, a slight smile involuntarily appeared at the corners of his mouth.
This appearance did not escape Su Mowan's sharp eyes, and she immediately knew what was going on with this person.
Su Mowan couldn't help but laugh.
"My mom, cough, my mother made it for me, I guess Su Mobai made it for me too, but I can't remember."
These words caused the Prince of Qin, who had just taken flight, to fall back to the ground. He gritted his teeth inwardly.
Very well, so the wild man Su Mobai was talking about was himself!
Murong Jing didn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy.
It's good that the other man doesn't exist, but Su Mobai dared to play him for a fool, so he can't just let it go.
Su Mobai, who was analyzing the battle situation with his subordinates in the Star-Picking Pavilion, suddenly sneezed twice.
His subordinates grinned slyly, saying that there must be a girl eyeing the Pavilion Master.
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As the meal progressed, Murong Jing's appetite grew, and Su Mowan proudly kept serving him dishes.
Seeing Murong Jing enjoying his meal, Su Mowan felt a surge of satisfaction and suddenly blurted out, "If you like it, I can make it for you anytime."
His Highness the King of Qin seemed to be taken aback by this sudden confession and almost choked.
Seeing his reaction, Su Mowan quickly coughed.
"What I mean is, you don't seem to really like the cook's cooking. But for the sake of our million-strong backbone being able to have a decent meal, I don't mind showing off my superb culinary skills from time to time!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing's eyes softened with a smile, and Su Mowan avoided his gaze, thus missing this rare and beautiful sight.
Normally, Su Mowan likes to go for a walk after dinner, but she didn't go out now that Murong Jing was there.
The air in Huangfeng Garden was rather chilly compared to Murong Jing's Fenghua Palace, so I simply went straight to bed.
The two chatted under the covers.
Su Mowan first asked who would be going to the autumn hunt tomorrow and what the process would be.
The autumn hunt is held once a year, and Su Mowan has only been in this world for two years, so she doesn't really understand the ins and outs of it.
Murong Jing answered her questions one by one.
Su Mowan frowned slightly after hearing this: "So, does that mean Shen Muyue has to go too?"
Murong Jing hummed in agreement.
Fearing she might misunderstand, he made it even clearer: "Of course Shen Muyue has to go, otherwise how can my plan be implemented?"
Su Mowan raised an eyebrow.
Does this mean Shen Muyue is part of the plan? Could it be that Murong Jing intends to take advantage of Shen Muyue?
Calling her a sucker isn't entirely accurate, since Shen Muyue did have malicious intentions.
Before Su Mowan could ask anything else, Murong Jing raised his hand and extinguished the candle with a flick of his finger.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close, his hot breath brushing against Su Mowan's lips.
"If you're not sleepy, do something else."