Chapter 887

Xiaolian then began to explain: "tell the emperor that the empress is boiling water in the small kitchen. In the early morning, the empress got up and collected the dew in the morning. She said that it was for making tea."

Li Shiyuan is quiet, thin lips up, with a faint smile, and soon he steps toward the kitchen of Fengqing palace. Xiaolian naturally does not dare to follow, but stands in the same place.

Sure enough, Li Shiyuan went to the kitchen and saw Mu Cen boiling water.

Boiling water seems simple, but it's extremely skillful. The dew in the morning is the best. Only when you make tea after it's thoroughly burned, can you make the fragrance of tea overflowing. It's even more fragrant to drink, which can't be done in any way.

The people in the palace who can make tea like this are Mu Cen.

Mu Cen's time is just right. After boiling the water, he can make tea. In this case, Li Shiyuan just came.

Mu Cen bowed his head and was very attentive, looking at the bubbling water in the pot carefully.

Under such circumstances, Mu Cen naturally could not have noticed that Li Shiyuan had come. The minions in the small kitchen had already been changed. Except for Xiao Shuzi, the rest of the people were all the people Li Shiyuan personally found. Naturally, there could not be any problems.

When I saw Li Shiyuan, the slaves were also shocked. Before I could speak, I saw Li Shiyuan raise his hand. The slaves immediately retreated quietly. Mu and Li Shiyuan were left in the kitchen.

Mu CEN is still watching attentively.

"Little tree, bring me the teapot." Mu Cen light mouth command.

Soon, the teapot was handed over. Without looking at it, Mu Cen turned around and took it. The boiled water was poured into the teapot.

Mu CEN is careful, does not want to waste the slightest bit of water, also won't let oneself be scalded.

In this case, Mu Cen appears to be particularly focused, until the dew is installed, she subconsciously explained carefully: "take care, don't fall."

"Why don't these things come to me?" Li Shiyuan took the teapot and asked faintly.

Mu Cen heard Li Shiyuan's voice for a moment, passively looked up at Li Shiyuan, subconsciously said: "emperor, how are you here?"

Even though Li Shiyuan didn't let Mu Cen use honorifics, Mu Cen didn't really be so presumptuous, unless he was in the bedroom, otherwise, Mu Cen still called Li Shiyuan that way.

Then, what Mu Cen didn't want to do was to take back the teapot from Li Shiyuan. After all, it's not proper for Li Shiyuan to take these things.

It's not good to go out and let the slave see it.

But Li Shiyuan didn't give the teapot back to Mu Cen: "no, I'll come."

Mu Cen twisted his eyebrows, but Li Shiyuan calmly laughed: "it's too hot. I'll take it. If you want to get it, it's more troublesome."

"I'll let the slave take it." Mu Cen answered.

Li Shiyuan, with a teapot in one hand and Mu Cen in the other hand, walked towards the palace without paying attention to them.

Mu CEN is a bit passive.

On the contrary, the minions of Fengqing Palace are used to it, so they can't get used to it any more.

At first, all people didn't think that Muchen could be favored, but now the fact has clearly told all people that Muchen is the one who is favored in the palace.

The servants who can go to Fengqing Palace are all those who have been in the palace for many years. They are also people that Li Shiyuan can trust. These people know Li Shiyuan too well. When can they see Li Shiyuan walking in the palace with a man on his own initiative.

There was no one but the late queen.

So the slaves were smart enough not to get close to them.

Mu Cen had some helplessness, but he finally let Li Shiyuan go. Li Shiyuan led Mu Cen all the way to his bedroom and asked casually, "I heard Xiaolian say that you got up early to collect dew. Why do you take so much time and effort?"

"Dew tea is the best." Mu Cen laughed, "so I just got up early and picked up the dew. It's time to boil the dew. The emperor should come. The tea is just right. "

Voice down, the two have also entered the bedroom.

Li Shiyuan put the teapot on the table, and Mu Cen sat down and took out the tea calmly. It was as if he had experienced thousands of times, and could not be more calm.

And Li Shiyuan looked at it like this, with a faint smile in his eyebrows and eyes.

Until Mu Cen made the tea, filled the cup and handed it to Li Shiyuan: "emperor, try it."

Li Shiyuan didn't take it immediately, but looked at Mu Cen like this: "what I said to you, have you forgotten?"

Mu Cen a Leng, return to God, then pour is generous: "time yuan, try."

Li Shiyuan's thin lips rose, with a faint smile, picked up the cup and took a quiet drink. It was a long lost taste. The previous tea was also made by Muchen, but it was quite different from the dew tea picked by Muchen himself.

Soon, a cup of tea has bottomed out.

But Li Shiyuan didn't mean to sit down, but stood quietly, which surprised Mu Cen: "why don't you sit down?"

Li Shiyuan looks at Mu Cen with a smile.

The more she looked at it, the more inexplicable Mu Cen was. Her eyebrows twisted slightly. Before she could speak, Li Shiyuan had already stretched out her hand.

"Come with me." Li Shiyuan opened his mouth with a smile.

"Where to?" Mu Cen a Leng, "Ao Feng will come back soon."

"Take you out of the palace." Li Shiyuan is concise and comprehensive.

"When Aofeng comes back, we'll go out together?" Mu Cen opened his mouth subconsciously.

Li Shiyuan shakes his head, has pulled Mu Cen from the chair, holding Mu Cen's hand, does not give her the opportunity to resist, so he walks towards the door, Mu CEN is completely passive.

"I just don't want to be proud." Li Shiyuan said directly, "I don't like the strength of Ao Feng pestering you. If Ao Feng is in front of you, it won't give people any chance. Even if I am the emperor, he just wants to occupy you by himself. So I don't want to take pride out. Let him pounce on the air, and you will know that you are my concubine, not his. "

Mu Cen

She was silent and looked at Li Shiyuan in tears and laughter.

"I'm jealous." Li Shiyuan said bluntly, "I'm jealous when I see the arrogant wind around you. I just want to be alone with you. I don't want Ao Feng to be Cheng Yaojin. "

"He's your own son." Mu Cen reminds Li Shiyuan.

"That's not true." What Li Shiyuan said was direct and didn't mean to compromise at all.

Mu Cen had no choice but to shake his head: "then I always have to explain it to the slaves, so as not to lose my temper when Ao Feng can't find anyone."

Li Shiyuan didn't stop him. Mu Cen explained Xiaolian carefully, and Xiaolian nodded repeatedly.