Your Majesty, don't look back. I am Your Majesty.

"Third Prince, what did you say to the Prince?" Yu Huaian asked curiously.

Tian Wenxuan said: "My cousin told me that the reason why her sword attainments were able to break through the shackles and reach a higher level was because of the guidance of a master. She also said that in her life, apart from her master, the person she admired most in swordsmanship was this person."

At this point, Tian Wenxuan looked at the young man with admiration: "And the person Jian Li was talking about is you, Brother Huaian!"

"Oh, did she really say that?"

Yu Huaian was somewhat shocked at this moment.

Although when he was fighting with Su Jianli that day, he casually complained about a few shortcomings in her swordsmanship.

But judging from this girl's later behavior, she did not appreciate the gratitude!

"I never thought that this sister-in-law is just like Qi Baobao, a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

"Well, since she has a good impression of me, I should pay her a visit in person when I have time to see how warm she is inside despite her cold exterior!"

Yu Huaian made up his mind and wanted to ask something else.

At this moment, Aunt Manying's soft voice came from a distance again:

"Huaian, Wenxuan, you can have your meal now."

"Okay! Mother!"

Tian Wenxuan immediately smiled happily, pulled his friend's arm, and said excitedly: "Brother Huai'an! Let's go! You are in for a treat tonight!"

Second floor attic.

The dining hall is a wooden house that is not large but decorated in an extremely elegant and warm manner.

Yu Huaian couldn't refuse the kindness, and was finally forced by the enthusiastic Aunt Manying to sit in the main seat next to her.

Instead, the young prince sat alone in the lower seat opposite.

"smell good."

Yu Huaian murmured in his heart.

At this moment, I was sitting next to Aunt Manying, who was wearing a floral apron and dressed like a cook.

He could no longer tell whether the aroma that permeated his nostrils was the delicious food on the table or her alluring and rich body odor.

The most terrible thing is.

While chatting and laughing with Tian Wenxuan, his peripheral vision always glanced at Aunt Manying beside him, and he could always accurately capture the huge size of her slightly open neckline, which was about to burst out.

It is still spread apart, in the papaya shape unique to mature wives.

The only difference is that this time, I watched it up close.

He didn't think it was a flaw.

Instead, I felt a kind of appreciation from the bottom of my heart!

The scene of removing the poison from Aunt Manying that day reappeared in my mind.

Unconsciously, Yu Huaian felt that the Wheel Secret Technique was about to break through the sky, and his handsome face turned slightly red.

"Brother Huaian, look, my mother almost treats you as her own child, but you are still so reserved. Isn't that a bit too much? Hahaha!"

Seeing his friend, who was always high-spirited and successful at a young age, looking so restrained, Tian Wenxuan couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Lord. I was just, um, too moved."

Yu Huaian said lightly.

But I feel mixed emotions inside!

"Restraint! Restraint!"

"The young prince is so sincere to you and treats you as his brother, but you are taunting his mother."

"People can't, or at least shouldn't!"

Yu Huaian warned himself.

However, he couldn't deceive his own heart after all.

Yes.

Just now he saw Aunt Manying bending down to put the vegetables, and the deep ravines and the obviously elastic white breasts that were inadvertently revealed

What he was thinking in his mind was no longer just about reaching out his hands to control something.

He even imagined that he would burst into tears in front of Tian Wenxuan.

"Huaian, don't be so reserved. You and my mother and I get along well. From now on, just treat your aunt's place as your own home. Do you understand?"

Seeing the boy's cheeks getting redder and redder, and he seemed extremely shy, Su Manying felt more and more pity for him.

He immediately stood up and personally served the boy a bowl of fragrant and rich chicken soup.

"Come, Huai'an, and try my cooking." Su Manying smiled and spoke in the gentlest tone of her life.

"Well, thank you, Elder. No, thank you, Aunt Manying."

Yu Huaian silently recited the Bing Xin Jue to calm himself down a little, then picked up the chicken soup and sipped it.

"GuluGulu——"

After a few sips, you will feel the warmth in your stomach and the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth!

Yu Huaian smiled with satisfaction and gave a thumbs up sincerely: "It's so delicious! Aunt Manying's soup-making skills are a hundred times better than the best chef in the palace's imperial kitchen!"

Su Manying was originally staring at the boy infatuatedly. When she heard the praise, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Huai'an, do you really like it?"

"Hahahahaha! Huai'an, I didn't lie to you! I told you long ago! Mother's cooking skills are unparalleled!"

Tian Wenxuan smiled proudly and said, "My mother is the most perfect woman in the world!"

After saying that, he looked at his mother, who was dressed like a cook, gentle and dignified, completely different from the serious elder in the past, and said coquettishly: "Mother, I want to drink chicken soup too! Can you help me get a bowl too, hehe~"

"You're such a grown-up, and you want to drink, but you don't know how to do it yourself?"

Su Manying's face darkened instantly and she looked at the child with cold eyes.

"Ah this"

Seeing that his mother had returned to her former cold and indifferent self, Tian Wenxuan shuddered violently.

Then, he curled his lips and said with a wronged look on his face, "But mother clearly served it to Brother Huai'an just now."

"I was just being coquettish to my mother on purpose, I didn't really dare to ask her to serve me soup."

At the end of his words, as a young and passionate man, his eyes were actually filled with sparkling pearls.

He has gradually come to see a fact clearly.

His mother, whom he respected and depended on so much, was already filled with the image of Brother Huai'an in her heart.

The atmosphere at the table, which was lively a second ago, suddenly became awkward.

"Cough cough."

Yu Huaian cleared his throat and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Prince, to the elders, I am an outsider, and you are one of our own. There is no need to be polite to one's own family. Just do as you please."

As he spoke, he also served a bowl for Tian Wenxuan.

"Brother Huai'an, you

Tian Wenxuan saw this and was inexplicably moved. He immediately stood up and took the chicken soup with both hands.

"Huai'an is not only a talented person in both civil and military affairs, but also considerate in dealing with people. No wonder the emperor and the imperial concubine love him so much."

"Oh, it would be great if he wasn't."

Su Manying saw this and a smile appeared on her lips, but at the same time, she felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

I saw my thoughts drifting further and further away, and even recalled the scene of that day.

Su Manying quickly killed the thought.

But at this moment, the handsome young man next to her had rolled up the sleeves of his python robe and carefully presented her with a bowl of chicken soup.

"Thank you Huaian"

Su Manying smiled slightly and took the chicken soup, but she didn't dare to look into the boy's clear and gentle eyes!

She was really afraid of herself. If she looked at him one more time,

Next, under the atmosphere of the Rain Lord.

The atmosphere at the table became lively again.

The three of them ate and chatted, from martial arts training to some old court affairs that could be talked about. When the topic was exhausted, Yu Huaian even started telling jokes.

In the end, Su Manying, as the elder, who had been very serious the whole time, was actually amused by his various jokes.

Seeing such a good atmosphere, the young prince Tian Wenxuan took out the royal wine that he had kept for a long time and shared it with his friends.

After Su Manying went back to the house first.

The two of them drank and chatted until late at night.

"Brother Wenxuan, I've already told you that I've practiced drunken boxing. You can't drink more than me, so why don't you believe it?"

Yu Huaian looked at the little prince who was lying on the ground, his face red and sleeping soundly, and smiled jokingly.

However, he had to admit it.

This royal brew really has a strong aftertaste.

With his current powerful physique, even without using his internal energy to concentrate his mind, he was already a little drunk.

He closed his eyes and took a nap.

Then, he stood up, opened the door, and was about to leave, but he bumped into something soft and sticky.

"Ok?"

Yu Huaian was stunned.

In his somewhat drunken vision.

I could barely see clearly that this was a beautiful mature woman wearing a gauze nightgown, with extremely seductive waist and hip curves, and a round bun like a wife!

"Aunt Manmanling? You haven't slept yet?"