Once they entered the room, Ye Muyu let go of his hand, quickly walked over, first served a bowl of pig liver soup, and then a bowl of bone carrot soup.
Chu Heng looked at his freed hand, feeling a bit helpless. Wasn’t it just being used and then discarded?
Chu Heng sat down at the dining table, raised an eyebrow at the two bowls of soup in front of him: "Am I supposed to drink both?"
"Of course, I personally made them for you. You have to drink them all clean."
"Alright, you sit down first." Chu Heng reached out to press her down into the seat, took a bowl, and also served Ye Muyu the bone carrot soup she loved.
As for the pig liver soup, Ye Muyu definitely wasn’t going to touch it.
Ye Muyu casually accepted it and took a sip with a spoon.
Chu Ziluo watched from the side as her father completely ignored the servants and personally served soup to her mother.
Her mother obviously had an injured arm but insisted on cooking and making soup herself. It seed like she was willing to let her step in because it was inconvenient with just one hand.
The two patients obviously could eat their own als by themselves, but they insisted on taking care of each other.
She couldn’t help but click her tongue inwardly.
This kind of public display of affection could only sweetly play out in her own family!
After dinner, Ye Muyu helped digest by joining Chu Heng in collecting all the books sunning in the yard back into the boxes.
After tidying up, it felt a bit hot.
Ye Muyu went to take a bath first.
After washing up, she felt completely dry and fresh, very comfortable.
After Ye Muyu finished bathing, she watched Chu Heng go over.
She sat on the soft couch, glanced at a morial on the table, originally didn’t plan to read it, but her peripheral vision caught the words ’Deng Jieyu’.
Before realizing it, she already leaned over and read the contents of the morial.
Are there talented people around Deng Jieyu?
Warning the Emperor to be wary of Deng Jieyu?
The general content was like this, but thinking of the bruise on Chu Heng’s forehead, Ye Muyu felt a bit worried.
Xiao Tianhao provoked Emperor Xuanming simply because of offending him through admonishnt, and Chu Heng was also struck in the forehead for speaking well of Xiao Tianhao.
Not discussing if the Emperor is wrong to indulge in beauty.
But admonishnt should also be adjusted after confirming Emperor Xuanming’s stance, right?
It was obvious that Emperor Xuanming was annoyed with subjects interfering too much right now, he clearly resented this point, yet still advised him, wasn’t it deliberately asking for trouble?
Moreover, now that Emperor Xuanming wants to favor Deng Jieyu, if Chu Heng submits this morial, won’t it anger him again?
Shouldn’t such matters be left to the rigid loyal ministers, why would the usually smooth-dealing Chu Heng do sothing thankless?
This isn’t Ah Heng’s style.
Just when Ye Muyu was puzzled.
Chu Heng finally ca out after washing.
Ye Muyu saw him, and waved eagerly: "Ah Heng, co here quickly, I have sothing to say to you."
Chu Heng walked over, his gaze already noticing his morial in her hands, he understood.
"What’s the matter?" Chu Heng sat down across from her, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his hair.
Ye Muyu didn’t notice the change in his expression and spoke urgently: "This morial is not written well, don’t submit it, otherwise you’ll get beaten again."
"How could that be." Chu Heng looked at her full of worry, couldn’t help but smile: "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."
"Then tell , what exactly are you thinking, otherwise I’ll be worried to the point I can’t sleep."
Listening to her earnest words, Chu Heng felt warm inside.
"First, I am the loyal and capable minister by the Emperor’s side, such matters concerning the Emperor’s safety, I must report them once I know, even if the Emperor gets angry, I must report."
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