The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 723: Do you mind if he confesses his love to you here

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"Really?" Fang Chengyin laughed, and then covered her mouth in a hurry while glaring at Kong Wenjie, "Then when will he be free? Can you bring him over and show me? How good is he? It’s not okay to be ugly. No matter how delicious the pork bone soup is, I can’t stop eating it.”

"He...he is free at any time," Kong Wenjie moved towards Fang Chengyin again. The two were so close that Kong Wenjie could clearly smell the faint orchid fragrance on Fang Chengyin's body. Yes, this smell is very familiar to him. It was once stained on his tunic. Then when he went to bed every day, he had to hug that tunic and smell the smell before he could fall asleep. But after so long, The smell had faded away, and Kong Wenjie was still very melancholy because of it. But at this moment, whenever he breathed, his heart and mind were filled with the fragrance of orchids that made him fascinated. When he spoke again, his voice was a little... Gone with the wind, "He...he has admired you for a long time, and he hopes that you can know his thoughts."

"Then how can I know if he doesn't tell me?" The man was too close and his breathing was in her ears. Fang Chengyin was a little nervous. She pursed her lips and didn't know where to put her eyes. .

"Then..." Kong Wenjie looked at the pedestrians and donkey carts and ox carts coming and going on the road. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, so the streets are inevitably lively and noisy. He paused for a moment, and then lowered his head again. He raised his head and said softly to the little girl with red ears, "Then do you mind if he confesses his love to you here?"

"I don't mind." Fang Chengyin did not raise her head, but still lowered her head and shook it gently.

"Fang Chengyin," Kong Wenjie looked at the gently shaking little head. His heart was beating rapidly, almost as if it was about to burst out of his chest. He took a deep breath. He breathed out slowly again, trying to make every word he said clearly. Without even trembling in shame, "Are you willing to only drink the pork bone soup I make for the rest of your life?"

Kong Wenjie finally said what was in his heart, but Fang Chengyin didn't say a word for a long time, keeping his head lowered. Kong Wenjie felt uneasy. After waiting for a while, Fang Chengyin still didn't respond, Kong Wenjie had to He bit the bullet and asked again: "Fang Chengyin, are you willing to only drink the pork bone soup I made for the rest of your life?"

"Just...that's it?" Fang Chengyin reacted this time. She raised her head and stared at Kong Wenjie in surprise, "Are you done? No more? That's all?"

Kong Wenjie: "..."

Fang Chengyin couldn't hide her disappointment. While glaring at Kong Wenjie, she complained softly: "I thought you were going to talk about mountains without mausoleums and heaven and earth coming together, but I didn't know there was only a bowl of pork bone soup... …”

The corners of Kong Wenjie's mouth suddenly twitched: "...Actually, it's not just pork bone soup."

"What else is there?" Fang Chengyin suddenly became excited again, blinking at Kong Wenjie with a pair of big eyes, "Say it quickly! Say it quickly!"

Kong Wenjie touched his nose a little embarrassed, and then whispered: "I can also make oxtail soup, black-bone chicken soup, pork ribs soup, mutton and wolfberry soup... Hey, hey, hey! I haven't finished yet, Why did you just leave?"

"What are you doing if you don't leave? Are you here to listen to you announce the names of the dishes?! Then I might as well go to Deyun Club to find Mr. Tao'er!" Fang Chengyin glared at him in anger, and then went up without looking back. After getting out of the carriage, when Kong Wenjie was feeling frustrated, he heard the girl sighing from inside the carriage, "Oh! It's such a waste of people's little deer bumping around! Kong Wenjie, you have to make ten pots of soup for me." Make it up!"

"Yes, I obey," a smile suddenly appeared on the originally embarrassed and lonely face. Kong Wenjie also got on the carriage, and the horse whip was lightly whipped on the horse's buttocks. Driving the car so gently once, "Drive, drive, drive..."

……

September 25, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

The capital.

It's night.

A remote courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.

Since Long Live Lord announced to the court half a month ago that Xu Chengjin had conspired to rebel, and ordered his death, and all the other confidants had also surrendered to the law, Qin Lu had been on tenterhooks.