The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 477 Longevity Noodles

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan picked up Jiang Wantang and walked out of Yaohua Palace.

Wang Fuhai, who had been guarding outside the palace, saw the two people come out and quietly looked at Ji Wuyuan's face. Seeing that the latter looked much better than the gloomiest in previous years, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

I sighed in my heart: It turns out that the Queen is able to control His Majesty, and there is always someone who can conquer you!

The group arrived at Fengqi Palace in the dark.

Ji Wuyuan thought Jiang Wantang was going to give him a gift or a surprise, but the latter went to the small kitchen in the backyard.

She was mysterious and forbade him to go over and watch, saying that if he watched, it would affect her performance.

So Ji Wuyuan could only sit in the hall and wait.

He sat upright on the golden nanmu chair in the hall, reached out to pick up the teacup beside him, and took a sip.

Ji Wuyuan thought, it was so late, she went to the kitchen, she must be going to make something to eat for him.

But he still remembered those black cakes that Jiang Wantang had given him. They were so dark that even a dog wouldn't eat them.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuyuan couldn't help but smile, doting, helpless and funny...

After a long while, seeing that there was still no sound coming from the kitchen, he got up and walked towards the backyard.

Following Jiang Wantang's request, he did not enter the kitchen, but stood under the corridor in the yard, watching the busy figure inside from afar.

In the kitchen, the flickering candlelight illuminated Jiang Wantang's serious and focused face.

She rolled up her sleeves halfway, revealing a pair of snow-white wrists. She was kneading a ball of dough in her hands, and there were a lot of washed ingredients on the chopping board.

Ji Wuyuan watched quietly with gentle eyes, and in a trance he felt a sense of beauty of a peaceful and quiet life.

He thought that if Jiang Wantang brought out some black things again, even dogs wouldn't eat them, but this time, he would try them.

Before I knew it, the night had fallen completely dark.

Ji Wuyuan finally waited until Jiang Wantang came out of the kitchen carrying a big bowl of steaming food.

He smiled, turned around calmly and went back into the hall, pretending he had never been there.

Inside the main hall, Jiang Wantang carefully came over carrying a large bowl of longevity noodles and placed it on the table in front of Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the longevity noodles in front of him, which had a not very good character, and then looked at Jiang Wantang.

Her face was covered in flour and soot to varying degrees, with patches of black and white, like a little cat...

But her pair of peach blossom eyes were moist and clean, as if mixed with tiny stars, and were exceptionally bright.

Ji Wuyuan's heart moved slightly, and he felt a surge of restless heat.

Just at this moment, the candlelight on the table burst into sparks, and the dark flame was blazing.

Seeing him looking at her without saying a word, Jiang Wantang subconsciously raised her hand and wiped her face with her sleeve.

She thought Ji Wuyuan disliked the longevity noodles she made, so she said confidently, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Although I can't make those exquisite pastries, I can still cook longevity noodles."

As she spoke, she glanced at the longevity noodles she had made and said a little embarrassedly, "I have specially consulted the imperial chef these days. Although the appearance is a little off, the taste... should be edible."

"I used to..."

Jiang Wantang suddenly stopped talking midway through his words.

She wanted to say that she had eaten it often before and it was okay.

But then she thought again, what she had eaten before was simply to fill her stomach, so how could she remember what it tasted like?

After all, I haven't eaten anything good.

Although there was no change on her face, Ji Wuyuan was still keenly aware of her emotions.

He pretended not to notice anything and asked with a smile, "How was Tang'er before?"

Jiang Wantang said calmly, "It's nothing, actually."

After saying that, she saw Ji Wuyuan raise his hand to pick up the spoon and golden chopsticks beside him and began to eat slowly.

Her slender fingers and movements are always dignified and elegant, which is pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Wantang asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with a gentle smile and said seriously, "It's delicious."

"This is the best and most meaningful bowl of longevity noodles I have ever eaten in my life, and it also left the most profound impression on me."

Admittedly, this bowl of noodles doesn’t taste very good.

But Jiang Wantang put a lot of thought into it and made it specially for him personally, so its meaning far surpassed all other delicacies.

Hearing Ji Wuyuan say "delicious", Jiang Wantang's charming peach blossom eyes curved deeply, and a smile spread across her face in an instant. The red teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was captivating like a vixen.

She smiled and asked, "Really?"

Ji Wuyuan looked at her straight, his eyes unconsciously darkened a little, and he clenched the golden chopsticks in his hand slightly, his face still calm.

He replied in the affirmative: "Really."

Jiang Wantang glanced at the dark night outside and smiled charmingly: "Fortunately, it's not past midnight yet, there's still time."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes and looked at her with some confusion.

Jiang Wantang took out an exquisite rosewood box from his sleeve and placed it on the table. A blooming crabapple flower was delicately outlined on the box, and it glowed with a warm luster under the candlelight.

"This is another birthday gift I prepared for Your Majesty." She reached out and pushed the small box on the table in front of Ji Wuyuan.

Ji Wuyuan's gaze fell on the small box in front of him, and he was a little surprised.

"Today is your majesty's birthday," Jiang Wantang said, suddenly standing up and bowing solemnly, her wide sleeves hanging down like clouds. "Your Majesty, I wish you—"

"May Your Majesty live a long and happy life!"

Her voice was clear, every word was distinct, and every sentence was sincere, falling into Ji Wuyuan's heart like pearls and jade.

Ji Wuyuan's heart trembled violently, and he raised his hand to help Jiang Wantang, who was kneeling on the ground.

He was about to say something when Jiang Wantang suddenly frowned and said, "No, I was wrong. Your Majesty, you are to live a thousand years. Living a hundred years is for ordinary people. I am understating it..."

Ji Wuyuan suddenly chuckled. He looked at Jiang Wantang with amusement, raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of her nose, and said in a gentle and doting tone: "It doesn't matter. After all, I won't live to be ten thousand years old."

"Living a long life is good."

Live long...a hundred years.

Isn’t this a simple and sincere blessing in this world?

After hearing what Ji Wuyuan said, Jiang Wantang stopped hesitating and asked him to open the box and take a look.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand to open the box, and saw a piece of snow-white mutton-fat jade lying quietly on the bright yellow satin.

He took out the jade pendant. On the front of the pendant was carved a crabapple flower, with petals folded and stretched out, lifelike.

On the back is engraved the word "Tang" in elegant strokes.

In the night, the jade pendant emits a warm glow.

Jiang Wantang smiled brightly and said, "This is the token of love I give back to Your Majesty."