Ten minutes later, the two, still dressed in the same clothes, sat under the peach tree in the courtyard, playing chess.
Playing chess was secondary; the main thing was that the young emperor Wen Yan, taking advantage of his incomplete recovery of sight, indulged himself and enjoyed Mu Xiao's gentle care for a period of time.
"I'm not playing anymore." Wen Yan rested her chin on her hand, looking across at the other side, and said with rare capriciousness, "I want you to tell me."
Mu Xiao smiled indulgently, "Okay."
The boy, his eyes covered by a white silk cloth, sat lazily on the stone seat, a faint smile playing on his lips as he gazed intently at the person opposite him.
Even a blurry figure captivated him.
As Mu Xiao spoke, he didn't hear a response from the young emperor for a while. He looked up and was amazed by the scene before him.
The boy was dressed in white, but his exposed skin was even more dazzling than the white clothes. His long hair was lazily tied with a red string, and when the wind blew, the white silk and red string intertwined at the end.
Peach blossoms danced in the air.
Mu Xiao dreamt of that breathtaking sword dance a year ago, his gaze fixed on the other person.
At this moment, he is both Mu Xiao and Feng Chi.
With one hand supporting him on the chessboard and his body leaning forward, the man seemed bewitched, closing in on the boy relentlessly.
Wen Yan's hands, hanging silently at his sides, clenched into fists.
Perhaps the wait was too long, for the boy couldn't help but whisper, " A-Xiao?"
"It's nothing." Mu Xiao snapped out of his reverie, picked up a petal from the boy's shoulder, and said calmly, "You had a petal on your shoulder, let me brush it off for you."
Wen Yan was taken aback, then smiled again, "I'm blind, thank goodness for A-Xiao."
Mu Xiao restrained himself and sat back down, letting out a soft "hmm".
"I will always be here as long as Your Majesty requires me."
The moment their eyes met through the white silk, their unspoken, ambiguous feelings reached their peak.
As a bystander, watching this was absolutely heart-stopping!
Stuck there, neither up nor down!
Zhang Guozhong sighed in exasperation and punched the machine next to him.
The blower suddenly roared louder, and a gust of wind whipped up the boy's clothes, smearing his face with peach blossoms.
Wen Jiu: "..."
Feng Chi: "..."
Zhang Guozhong turned around a beat late, looked at the buzzing blower, and cleared his throat guiltily.
Calmly close the door.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Zhang Guozhong said. "Um... where's the makeup artist? Xiao Liu? And the stylist, come over here too, we need to reshoot!"
Wen Jiu expressionlessly ripped off her clothes, jumped twice to shake off the petals, debris, and dust covering her, and then stood up. "Director!"
The director suddenly exclaimed, "Hey!"
"The emotions I finally built up! Splat, gone in an instant!"
Wen Jiu rushed over to look at the surveillance footage and angrily shouted, "I demand compensation for emotional distress!"
Zhang Guozhong glanced at the man slowly walking towards them from behind the boy, looked around, received helpless looks from the staff, and closed his eyes.
"... you say."
"Two chicken drumsticks, two servings of tripe, and a hot pot that's already cooked." Wen Jiu ordered without any hesitation. "The hot pot should be piled high with beef and lamb rolls, and extra spicy!"
Zhang Guozhong twitched his lips and subconsciously reached for his phone to call Qu Feng to complain.
"Don't you feel guilty eating so much strong-flavored food?"
"I don't care."
Wen Jiu has been feeling really stifled these past few days because of filming. She's been eating nothing but bland food every day, and there's always Brother Qu nagging in her ear.
With this period of "illness" almost over, my heart is already itching to get back to work.
"Director, you decide what to do."
The director struggled to speak, " Qu Feng..."
Everyone on the crew knew that asking Wen Xiaojiu spicy food was like triggering a heavy bomb—it would explode!
None of those involved will have an easy time.
For a cautionary tale, please refer to the example of a certain influential figure surnamed Feng.
Zhang Guozhong imagined himself being stared at by Qu Feng's eyes for twelve hours straight, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body.
"I'd get scolded if I ate it myself, but it's different with you, Director."
Wen Xiaojiu flattered, "You're the director, the big boss who has the final say in the whole crew. It's perfectly normal for you to treat everyone to dinner. Brother Qu won't do anything to you."
Zhang Guozhong: Do you even believe what you're saying?
Zhang Guozhong looked at the man next to Wen Jiu: " President Feng..."
"Hmm?" Feng Chi lazily lay on his wife, wrapping his arms around her from behind like a large dog. "I'll listen to my wife."
Zhang Guozhong: "..."
Three hours later.
Wen Jiu sat happily on a small stool waiting for her meal, her expectant eyes melting the hearts of the fans in the live stream.
[Honey, give me a kiss!]
Why is my wife so happy today?
[Wife, you're smiling so sweetly, are you trying to confess your love to me? (shyly)]
[I suggest my wife come to my bed and laugh (pervert)]
"The director is treating us to dinner today, it'll be a big feast!" Wen Jiu shared with her fans, "It's been so long since I've had any!"
Feng Chi, who was standing next to him, glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.
The screen was flooded with "Yo yo yo" comments.
[ President Feng was secretly laughing; this man was definitely up to his old tricks again!]
[ Feng Doggy: What? My wife wants to try something new? Let's get it done!]
[Haha, honey, don't lie to us! Yu Qing's wife just told us that you were afraid of getting scolded, so you finally caught the director in a daze and took advantage of the situation.]
Wen Jiu snorted and mumbled, "Anyway, I'm going to have a big meal, right in front of you all!"
I'll make you all drool!
"What kind of feast?" A familiar voice suddenly rang out, its tone cool, "This?"
Wen Jiu's body trembled, and he turned his head sharply.
Qu's agent was carrying two insulated containers and smiled gently at him.
Judging from the director who was practically cowering like a quail behind him, this smile concealed a dagger.
I heard you were hungry, so I personally went to the restaurant to get you some food.
Qu Feng placed the insulated containers on the small dining table and took them out one by one.
"Don't worry, there are vegetables and meat, and steamed eggs too, enough for you."
Wen Jiu swallowed hard and turned to look at Feng Chi with longing eyes.
Feng Chi gave his wife a reassuring kiss on the forehead to show his loyalty, then handed her the chopsticks. "Eat."
Wen Jiu: criminal
Oh my goodness, what kind of poor little thing is this? Let Mommy hold it!
[Hahaha, that's hilarious! The director is carrying that delicious meal his wife ordered, hahaha!]
[And then, to make matters worse, they moved the Xiao Fang over here.]
Wen Jiu took a deep breath, her nose filled with the aroma of hot pot.
"Director, your food has polluted the fresh air here!"
Under Qu Feng's gaze, Wen Jiu dared not act rashly, taking a big bite of vegetables while muttering curses under her breath.
"That's immoral!"
Zhang Guozhong: "Come on, since Wen Xiaojiu isn't lucky enough to enjoy it, let's all share it! I bought a huge amount!"
Wen Jiu: "... I despise you!"
The crew members were already familiar with each other, and now that they had the chance to play with the cat, they all came over to join in the fun.
"Director, it smells so good!"
"This beef tastes amazing, so tender and juicy!"
"So spicy... After eating diet meals for so long, this is a good way to replenish my energy!"
"The chicken drumsticks are fried so crispy! Hey, Xiaojiu, are chicken drumsticks edible?"
"Never mind, his parents are watching over him. Fried chicken is high in calories, and he's been 'sick' lately, so it's good for him to lose some weight."
"That's true, hahaha, luckily my manager doesn't care about me, it's delicious."
Wen Jiu: "..."
Yu Qing suppressed a laugh and walked over to chat with Qu Feng: "Have you eaten? The director still has some boxed lunches."
"They ate it," Qu Feng replied politely, then looked at him meaningfully, "It's not good to spoil a child."
Yu Qing took the chicken leg she had secretly put in Wen Jiu's bowl back and exclaimed, "Ouch!"
He chuckled lightly and said, "You caught me."
[Hahaha, my wife's expression is hilarious!]
[Humanoid Chicken Monitor - 9]
Goodness, you can even drive on this awful road!
[¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ]
[Indeed, those with a troubled heart see everything as dirty -- to myself]
"Sweetie, I'll eat with you."
Unable to bear his wife's pitiful look, Feng Chi leaned closer and whispered, "After filming, we'll cook at home."
Wen Jiu paused in her eating, swallowed hard, and, moved, gave the other person a loud, enthusiastic kiss on the lips.
" Feng Chi is the best solution!"
Qu Feng: "..."