Chapter 95

  Wonton noodles

  "Stop messing around. Go to sleep!" Rong Jingze said lazily. He was sleeping comfortably, and every morning he was almost always woken up by his own chill, rarely did he have a warm little stove in his arms like today, and he really didn't want to get up.

  Yin Ruofei had long been accustomed to listening, and was pressed down by Rong Jingze's neck, and obediently lay back. Rong Jingze's eyes were lowered, looking at the small head scattered with hair in his arms, and couldn't help but smile slightly. He pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth.

  For a brief moment, Yin Ruofei sprang up again, her eyes wide with surprise. "No, why would the prince be here..." She looked down at herself, almost naked, and let out a loud cry.

  Rong Jingze covered his eyes with his hand, feeling a bit annoyed. Now he couldn't sleep!

  "Don't call out, they'll be here soon." Rong Jingze said helplessly. He was highly skilled in martial arts, and although Rong Shi and the others claimed to be guards protecting his safety, they were basically on high alert outside, with at most two staying on the roof during the day, but never at night.

  After all, he is the master and the prince, at this private moment, no one would be so impolite.

  Rong Jingze was clean and self-disciplined, and had never invited anyone to attend him in bed. Firstly, he had things on his mind and wasn't in the mood, secondly, his body wasn't well, the cold poison hadn't been eliminated, and losing yang energy wasn't a good thing.

  Moreover, in his heart, he didn't want any of them, whether it was a proper princess or an ordinary concubine. The thought of those people sleeping in his bed made him feel uncomfortable.

  But Yin Ruofei slept in his arms, and he didn't reject him at all, but rather hoped that he would be his little stove every day. Rong Jingze did not get up, but closed his eyes to think about how to make his little Fei sleep in his arms every day.

  Yin Ruofei finally realized he wasn't a kid, let out a startled cry, and was reminded by Rong Jingze that he had figured it out. Looking around, he discovered that this wasn't his room, and only then did he remember what happened yesterday. It turned out that he had gotten drunk and fallen asleep in Wang Ye's bed.

  He hastily put on his clothes, and it seemed that he remembered the way he had clung to Wang Ye yesterday. His face couldn't help but turn red. Looking at Rong Jingze lying in bed with his eyes closed, his eyebrows still slightly furrowed, he began to wonder if Wang Ye was angry with him for sleeping with him?

  Thinking of this, Yin Ruofei's face turned pale. Last time he said massage, he wanted to step on the king's back and made the king so angry. Yesterday he was sleeping with the king, why didn't the king beat him to death?

  Yin Ruofei quietly got out of bed, put on her shoes and ran outside.

  Rong Jingze opened his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Alas, was he frightened?

  Yin Ruofei was awakened by the chill on Rong Jingze's body, at this time the sky was still early, except for a few bird calls, the surroundings were quiet.

  "Little Fei!" Yin Ruofei was thinking of ways to appease Wang Ye when someone patted her on the back, scaring her out of her wits.

  "Jiugongge, you scared me to death." Yin Ruofei's face turned pale.

  "What's wrong, you look so terrible." Gong Jiu was taken aback. He had already found it strange when he saw Yin Ruofei, as he usually got up early but rarely this early. "You... how did you come out of the prince's room?"

  Last night was Gong Jiu's turn on duty, and after the lights were out at night, he climbed up the tree opposite Wang Ye's bedroom. Didn't see Xiao Fei go in tonight?

  "I, I..." Yin Ruo Fei stuttered, he was so nervous that he couldn't think of a good excuse for the time being, but he didn't dare to say that he had actually slept with Wang Ye yesterday...

  "What's wrong with you... did you spend the night at Wang Ye's place last night?" Gong Jiu's eyes were wide with curiosity, no smaller than Yin Ruo Fei's when she had just woken up.

  "Gu Gong!" Rong Jingze's voice sounded behind the two of them.

  "Master." Gong Jiu turned around and walked away. Yin Ruofei ran back to her own courtyard in a flash.

  "Huh?" Gong Jiu looked at Yin Ruofei, who was running around with ease and without any obstacles, and became even more suspicious. Looking at Xiao Fei like this, nothing seemed to be wrong, but that night...

  Jiǔ gazed at Róng Jìngzé and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be... that he was the master of that thing?

  "What's wrong?" Rong Jingze watched as Yin Ruofei ran away without looking back, his mood suddenly turning bad, and even his tone when speaking to Gong Jiu became cold and severe.

  The palace is shaking, it's true... such a huge fire...

  Yin Ruofei returned to his own courtyard, instructing the small eunuch who took care of his daily life to boil water for a bath. After tidying up, he went to the kitchen and personally cooked several dishes, instructing the small kitchen to send them over to Wang Ye in a while. He hastily left the Wang Fu with a wrapped package.

  He didn't dare to see Wang Ye anymore, at least hide for now. Fortunately, his elder brother Jin Yuan got married and took a three-day leave, so he didn't have to go to the Imperial Academy.

  Riding his little horse, he set out from the Wang Mansion and strolled through the streets. He actually wanted to go to Feng Jishu's place, but at this time, it was still too early, if he went there, disturbing people's peaceful sleep, that Lord Feng might really get angry.

  As I strolled along, there was a stall in front of me. The old couple had just set up their stall and a large pot of water hadn't boiled yet.

  "Old fellow, bring a bowl of noodles." Yin Ruofei dismounted and tied his horse to the tree trunk at the entrance, then walked into the shop and chose a table.

  "Wait a moment, sir, the water hasn't boiled yet." The old man apologized and added more firewood.

  Yin Ruofei nodded, he came too early, there were still few people on the street, and waiting was meaningless.

  Before long, the water boiled and a handful of freshly cut noodles were thrown in. After a few rolls in the water, the noodles were done. The old woman cooked the noodles while the old man prepared the ingredients, and soon a bowl of noodles was placed in front of Yin Ruofei.

  "Old man, this dish smells really good." Yin Ruofei raised his nose and asked, sincerely praising the cooking.

  The soup is clear and topped with coriander, smelling fragrant. The rich flavor of the broth leaves a lasting aftertaste.

  Once you take a bite, you can't stop. The noodles are smooth and chewy, the soup is fragrant and thick, accompanied by the unique aroma of coriander, and before you know it, half a bowl has gone down your throat.

  "Old man, come have a bowl of noodles." The familiar voice rang in Yin Ruofei's ears, and as soon as she heard it, her face lit up with joy.

  "Ah, you've arrived! Please take a seat." The old man tossed down a handful of noodles, while his wife busied herself in the back.

  "Feng Dage, come sit here." Yin Ruofei's face lit up with a smile as she looked at Feng Jishu, her voice filled with surprise and genuine emotion.

  Feng Jishu is a regular customer of this stall, knowing when the stall will be set up, so if he wants to eat head noodles, he will come early. He is indeed rarely rushed to the front.

  This first batch of noodles is cooked in clear water, and the noodles are also smooth and refreshing. When the soup becomes cloudy, the flavor of the noodles is not as good, far inferior to the rich flavor of this first batch of noodles.

  Feng Jishu loved this flavor, although the mansion also had a chef, but that chef specialized in Sichuan cuisine, spicy to the point of numbness. This clear broth noodle soup pancake was not his strong suit, so when he wanted to eat it, he would rush here.

  These two days have been infuriating, my heart is on fire. After Yin Ruofei left yesterday, he didn't even have the appetite to eat, and that good food was wasted. Starving, and still having to work for that stinky little brat, it's really suffocating.

  I got up early this morning, thinking of having a bowl of noodles. This light and plain noodle soup is just right to dispel the fire. I didn't expect to meet that little nemesis again at the noodle stall, and he even grabbed the first bowl of noodles from me.

  Feng Jishu held his breath and turned around to leave.

  Yin Ruofei hastily got up and blocked Feng Jishu's way, "Brother Feng, don't go."

  Yin Ruofei's smiling face blocked the way, calling everyone "big brother", and Feng Jishu really had no choice but to humor him.

  He was confident that he was a slippery loach, but the one in front of him was a well-cultivated little fox, and it really wasn't his opponent. If he said to ignore his face and leave, he really couldn't do it, it's not his usual style. In fact, as for him now, he has already been forced by Yin Ruofei to reveal his true nature. He had never been so before.

  "Do you two guests know each other? Then sit at one table."

  Two men were pulling and tugging, their faces already familiar. The noodles were cooked in a large pot over high heat, and they became tender quickly. When the old man brought the noodles over, Yin Ruofei's eyebrows rose as she smiled, "Brother Feng, please sit down."

  Feng Jishu secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking for a moment before deciding to eat the noodles first and talk later. At worst, he could just ignore the little brat in front of him.

  The noodles are fragrant and delicious, with the same tempting taste as every time. Feng Jishu's mouth is savoring the fragrance, but his heart is not satisfied. Eating with this kid is so awkward, damn it, can't you just eat your own food and stop staring at me?!

  Yin Ruofei didn't know what was going on in Feng Jishu's mind, after finishing her own noodles, she drank more than half of the soup and started chattering away beside Feng Jishu's ear.

  Feng Jishu is a man who appears to others as slick and cunning, leaving many people at their wit's end in dealing with him.

  But in Yin Ruofei's view, Feng Jishu was not difficult to deal with. Everyone has weaknesses, and Feng Jishu is no exception, his weakness is particularly obvious.

  If you force him hard, he may have a thousand ways to deal with you. But if you change your approach, use soft and hard tactics, add some tricks, let him know it's a plan, but can't help but make a choice, he will lose his temper instead.

  After these years of getting along, it has become a habit for Feng Jishu to listen to his words and follow his plan.

  Feng Jishu was already a trusted aide of Ze Wang, and with the help of Yin Ruofei, he had become an indispensable person. Although he hadn't been promoted, he still held the position of Jingzhao Prefect, but his power and influence continued to grow.

  Yin Ruofei had something on her mind, but she refused to say it, and just kept talking about other things. Feng Jishu finally couldn't take it anymore, "What's going on, spit it out!"

  Yin Ruofei's smile was ambiguous, "Has Brother Feng finished eating?" After saying that, she glanced at the almost empty bowl, where there were hardly any noodles left, let alone soup.

  Feng Jishu's face turned red, he really couldn't take Yin Ruifei, but he couldn't bear to lose his face.

  "Old fellow, settle the bill." Yin Ruofei chuckled and took out a piece of silver from his bag, placing it on the table. "Feng, let's talk while we walk?"

  "You won't need that much silver." The old man looked at Yin Ruofei and Feng Jishu, who had already stood up and walked away, and hurriedly shouted behind them.

  Yin Ruofei waved her hand casually, this taste is really good, this little money, doesn't count as anything.

  Feng Jishu panted with his nose and turned back, saying, "Old man, you can keep it. This young master doesn't lack this little money."