After Reincarnating, the Ice-Cold Prince Won’t Leave Me Alone

When Feng Lisheng entered the room holding the noodles, Shen Mingjiao was about to wake up. She sniffed and sat up: "Is it Yangchun noodles? It smells so good!"

She rubbed her eyes. Because she slept on her side, a red mark appeared on one side of her fair cheek. She yawned and groped her feet on the bed.

Feng Lisheng was amused by her confused look. He put down the noodle bowl, took the shoes that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed and placed them gently at her feet. He said with a tense expression on his face: "It's not the noodles, it's because you're hungry." ”

Shen Mingjiao just pretended not to hear. Regardless of whether he lost his memory or not, this guy had such a moral character that he could not express emotions and could only state the facts coldly.

After pouring some water and rinsing her mouth, she pulled up a chair and sat down to eat noodles. After only one bite, her eyes widened in surprise. After taking several bites, she raised her head with unfinished thoughts: "Unexpectedly, Sun Is your sister-in-law so good at making noodles?"

Seeing that her lips were burned red and she stuck out her tongue to lick them, Feng Lisheng paused: "...Sister-in-law Sun didn't make this."

Shen Mingjiao was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at him in surprise: "You did it!"

Thinking of his barbecue skills and the meals he cooked without a teacher when he was on Peach Blossom Island, Shen Mingjiao was not too surprised. She just sighed: "It feels like you can't remember anything from the past except before you lost your memory." What a change."

It can only be said that truly powerful people, as long as they have a strong voice, can live better than ordinary people.

She was indeed hungry, and the noodles were really delicious, smooth and chewy, and the soup had just the right flavor. It didn't take long for the noodles to reach the bottom.

She put down her chopsticks and was wiping her mouth with a handkerchief when a clear and pleasant voice sounded in her ears, with a slight stiffness:

"...I can do what others can do. You...don't have to envy others."

Shen Mingjiao was stunned, and for a moment thought of Feng Lisheng's abnormality on the way back. At that time, her mind was all on Xu Chunsheng, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

At the same time, she also remembered that she only ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles at the restaurant today because she felt that the dishes on the side were too greasy. She had no impression of the taste.

Feng Lisheng took her casual words before going to bed seriously and worked for so long just to make her a bowl of noodles.

Her heart swelled, this man was always like this, maybe he wasn't very good at coaxing people, and sometimes he would get angry and itchy because he was too incomprehensible in some aspects.

But he was always indifferent to his kindness to a person.

After Feng Lisheng said this, he turned away with a stiff face, feeling a little annoyed. According to his character, he would not be able to say such words even if he were killed.

But seeing the way her eyes narrowed in pleasure after eating delicious food, she was like a sneaky cat, tickling his chest, and by some strange combination, he spoke out what was in his heart.

Seeing that he was obviously worried about death, but he still pretended to be calm and calm.

Shen Mingjiao was so angry and funny. In the end, she burst out laughing and said seriously:

"I feel that I must have done a lot of good things in my previous life to meet such a good husband in this life!"

Feng Lisheng was dazzled by her smile, and felt that the depression he had been holding in his heart for most of the day was gone.

Staring at her glistening red lips, her Adam's apple rolled down, but she finally turned away with a sullen face: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, a hand hanging by his side was pulled down, and he sat down following his strength. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar fragrance passed through his breath, and then he felt a softness on his lips.

Shen Mingjiao quickly stepped away, blushing and said seriously: "...I am your wife. You don't have to...have any scruples about what you want to do next time."

After the words fell, the young man opposite seemed to have received some kind of amnesty order. He firmly pressed the back of her head and kissed her gently.

As the kiss deepened, the sudden intimacy seemed to activate some familiar taboo, and both of their hearts trembled.

Feng Lisheng leaned forward slightly, his cold face flushed red, and his eyes were like sapphires washed by water. He looked at her steadily and asked softly: "...is it okay?"

Facing such eyes, Shen Mingjiao blushed and fell into his arms with a slightly crazy tone: "As a man, we don't need to ask such questions, thank you!"

Feng Lisheng was stunned for a while before he realized what she meant. Shen Mingjiao meant that there was no need to ask about such things, just do it personally.

He smiled, gently picked her up and walked to the bed.

Shen Mingjiao tugged on his clothes, and then pointed to the baggage on the table. Feng Lisheng understood the look in her eyes and pulled out a large black gown from the bag. Gently unfold it and lay it on the bed

Shen Mingjiao bought this casually when she was in the county town today, expecting to wear it on the road.

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Feng Lisheng hugged Shen Mingjiao, who was sleeping extremely tiredly, and said softly: "Let's go back early after the things here are settled!"

At this moment, looking down at the peaceful sleeping face of the woman in his arms, he suddenly wanted to remember what happened in the past. How did the two of them know each other? How to... fall in love!

Before this, he had always taken his amnesia very lightly. Even after learning that Qingyao's death might never restore his memory, he did not feel any uproar in his heart.

Since he could handle the struggles for power and gain in the court and the responsibilities he had to bear in the past, it was only a matter of time before he could straighten them out in the future.

He wants to restore his memory, regardless of his own situation, he just doesn't want their past to become blank.

…

There was no words for the whole night, and when the sky got slightly brighter the next day, Feng Lisheng got up and found a secluded place to start practicing martial arts.

After he finished his morning exercise and went back to the kitchen to cook, Shen Mingjiao got up from the bed in a daze.

After simply washing up, I walked over smelling the aroma of the kitchen: "It smells so good. This is cooked millet porridge and scallion pancakes!"

Hearing this familiar soft female voice, he usually didn't think anything of it, but at this moment, he couldn't help but think of certain scenes in his mind. He said "um" slightly uncomfortably: "The temperature of the millet porridge is just right, and the bowl is in the cupboard." Bottom. Drink it while it's hot."

Shen Mingjiao didn't think it was anything. The two of them were familiar with this kind of thing, but... Feng Lisheng had lost his memory at the moment. From his point of view... well... it might be the first time, so he was inevitably a little shy.

Breakfast was ready, and Shen Mingjiao forced Mrs. Sun to serve it. Unfortunately, just as they started eating, the door was pushed open violently, and Sun Qiang rushed in in a panic:

"Master Shen, please go over and take a look! Something happened to Chunsheng's family..."