Mu Cen's eyebrows and eyes with a faint smile, very gentle with a clean PA son to wipe the sweat on AO Feng's forehead.

Such a picture is peaceful and peaceful.

"Do you feel familiar?" Li Shiyuan suddenly opened his mouth.

Ji Long now suddenly understood: "yes."

But soon, Ji Changjin said seriously: "emperor, when the empress left, Prince Yi was also there. Prince Yi had judged, so it was impossible to make a mistake."

The implication is that the person in front of you can't be mu Cen.

Li Shiyuan also understood this truth, but he was always expecting something.

Although such expectation is very slim.

After silence, Li Shiyuan nodded: "you go back first."

"Yes. I'll leave first. " Ji Changjin is very respectful.

When Li Shiyuan looks at Mu Cen, his eyebrows and eyes gradually sink down. Ji Chang doesn't stay, so he quickly turns around and leaves. After Deqing palace, he becomes quiet again.

Occasionally I can hear the voice of Ao Feng's crisp mouth.

"Mother, I'm hungry." Ao Feng wrongly touched his stomach, "the food in the imperial dining room is not delicious."

The food in the imperial dining room can't be bad. The imperial chefs in the imperial dining room are all the top chefs in Dazhou, otherwise, they can't enter the imperial dining room.

However, in Mu Cen's opinion, the imperial dining room is less smoky. Although the dishes are exquisite, it's just like the Michelin restaurant in modern society. When you go there, you admire it. If you go there, you find that it's just like this. It may not be as fragrant as the frying pan in the street.

And AO Feng's mind, Mu CEN is more clear.

Ao Feng is still simply dissatisfied with Li Shiyuan, who doesn't let himself come back for lunch at noon, but stays in Taifu. Ao Feng just wants to be with Mu Cen.

Since I lost my mother's concubine since I was a child, Aofeng is attached to such a feeling. What he wants is a person who cares about him. The food cooked for him, even if it's hard to eat, is precious to Aofeng. That's why the proud wind has been pestering Mu Cen.

"What would Aofeng like to eat?" Mu Cen can't help but feel a little distressed and asks Ao Feng in a low voice.

Proud wind hummed: "I want to eat the delicious wonton and steamed buns that my mother said."

Mu Cen was stunned.

Those places are in Kyoto. Naturally, they are not in the palace. The imperial chefs in the palace will also do these things. However, these things are difficult to be elegant in the palace. They will not appear. All the things sent by the palaces were made according to the master's preference.

Don't say proud wind, even Mu Cen hasn't touched it for a long time.

Because of his health, even outside the palace, Mu Cen could hardly eat these things. Mu Cen was also a person who didn't like trouble, so he would not let people do it deliberately. In fact, Mu Cen's idea is the same as Ao Feng's, and he still misses the fireworks.

Just now, it's more difficult.

"I know it's outside the palace." Proud wind see Mu Cen silent, and small voice said, "Niang, I want to go to the palace.". I want to see what you said about Kyoto, full of traffic, instead of seeing these slaves every day in this deep palace. "

Speaking of the end, Ao Feng also lowered his voice, and could not protest with laughter in a low voice: "and father."

The last four words made Mu Cen laugh. She pinched the bridge of Aofeng's nose: "you can't say that about your father."

The proud breeze hummed a voice, but didn't refute what, but that small face is still full of the expectation to leave the palace.

Mu Cen actually understands the idea of Ao Feng. People who stay in this deep palace for a long time are full of curiosity about everything outside, but most of the time, they choose to suppress and not expose their emotions, but it doesn't mean they don't want to.

It's like being proud of the wind.

But on this point, Mu Cen can do nothing.

Now Ao Feng's identity does not allow Ao Feng to leave the Imperial Palace, and Mu Cen's body does not allow Mu Cen to make any reckless moves. Even if you really leave with AO Feng, if there is an accident, Mu Cen can't protect Ao Feng's integrity.

"Aofeng, I can't do that." For a long time, Mu Cen was helpless.

Proud wind flat mouth: "I know." That voice is a little aggrieved, but also very sensible, "I won't be unreasonable and implicate my mother, but my mother, I want to eat wonton. Can my mother make it for me?"

Beautiful big eyes, or with expectations, blink, blink, such a proud wind let um can't refuse.

Mu Cen said, "I'll make it for you."

Proud wind next second become sunny, so tightly embrace Mu Cen, rubbed in her chest, Mu CEN is gentle, did not say anything.

And this kind of picture into Li Shiyuan's eyes, Li Shiyuan's eyebrows sank, inexplicably some unhappy, always feel proud wind seems to occupy their own private goods.

But this thought rushed into Li Shiyuan's mind, and Li Shiyuan's eyes were even more heavy. It was unexpected that one day, a concubine who was not amazing in appearance gave Li Shiyuan such a feeling, as if he had been led away by this mu Cen, and even had no ability to resist.

Soon, in such an idea, Li Shiyuan walked silently in the direction of Mu Cen and AO Feng.

Mu Cen felt it for the first time.

It's not because of noticing this person's footsteps, but because when this person's breath is close, Mu Cen can react instantly. This is a deep-rooted memory, which is hard to change.

"I see the emperor." Mu Cen let go of Ao Feng and blessed his body.

Proud wind also flat mouth, reluctantly invited an: "son minister see father emperor."

"You start with Shufei, but there are a lot of things." Li Shiyuan is not polite at all.

Aofeng just stood there and didn't say a word. Anyway, in Aofeng's opinion, Li Shiyuan just likes to trouble himself, so he can say what he likes. Ao Feng knew that Li Shiyuan would not really do anything, even if he shut himself up.

Now, Ao Feng is just worried that he will contact Mu Cen.

Unspeakable feeling, that is the child's instinct, always feel that Li Shiyuan from time to time is looking for mu Cen's trouble.

Mu Cen also quieted down, just explained: "tell the emperor, your highness is just a little hungry, nothing."

"Hungry?" Li Shiyuan asked, "would you like to eat wonton?"

He listened clearly, sneering: "or the wonton in Kyoto store?"

Ao Feng was even more aggrieved: "I dare not."

Mu Cen twisted his eyebrows.

When Mu Cen was ready to explain, Li Shiyuan suddenly changed his tone, which made the two people on the scene stunned: "as long as I ask you about your homework today, you can answer it word for word, and your request will be approved."