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

It is said that human beings are inherently good at the beginning. There are not many people who are born evil in this world. Most people have some good intentions in this world at the beginning, and there are also some truly kind people.

Keren's character is not static. Some people will have their edges smoothed out by the setbacks and hardships in life and become cold-hearted. Or because you stand too high, you slowly lose your true heart. These are human nature.

In this life, the queen lived out what every woman fantasizes about. She is the only one favored by her husband, and she is also the mother of a country.

When a person has been in a high position for a long time, his character and behavior will inevitably become aloof under the influence of influence.

But no matter how many years have passed, the queen has been surrounded by maids one after another. For example, when she encounters someone falling, she still subconsciously wants to reach out to help, but she never thinks of instructing the maid next to her to help.

Of course, that doesn't mean she's a bad, well-meaning Madonna.

Shen Mingjiao smiled nonchalantly and said in an understated tone: "Don't worry. According to Daxia law, taking someone without any reason is equivalent to kidnapping. If the circumstances are serious, they will be sentenced to at least ten years in prison. We have to believe that the court believes in the law."

Sun Qiang was stunned for a moment. He originally expected Shen Mingjiao to say disdainfully, "The Jin family is just a businessman, so why should we be afraid?"

Xu Chunsheng corrected him seriously: "According to the provisions of Article 239 of the Daxia Law, if a person is kidnapped and imprisoned without reason, if he causes death or serious injury during this period, he may be sentenced to death..."

She just silently memorized a large section of the law, and Shen Mingjiao felt dizzy after listening to the authoritative and professional terminology.

She rubbed her forehead and asked curiously: "Master Xu, have you studied Ming Jing?"

Xu Chunsheng shook his head: "When I was working in the county government, I happened to read the fifth volume of Daxia Law."

Shen Mingjiao opened her mouth in disbelief: "...Don't tell me, just read it once and then remember it all!"

When Sun Qiang heard this, he showed off very proudly: "Chunsheng has been good at studying since he was a child. When we were young, we went to a private school together. He could understand what the old gentleman taught after listening to it once. If not... Chunsheng would definitely not be better than Master Jin." Difference."

The teaching level here is really low. Although Sun Qiang attended private school for a year, he only knew a few words. He only knew that Xu Chunsheng was good at reading, but he couldn't tell what a good method was.

But Shen Mingjiao is obviously not. The imperial court has a Spring Festival every three years, and those who make the list are the elite of the elite, but there has never been anyone who can truly have a photographic memory.

Even Feng Lisheng, who had been in a bad mood, couldn't help but glance at Xu Chunsheng.

To be fair, although his memory and understanding are far superior to ordinary people, it is impossible for him to have a complete photographic memory.

How many people praised you? Xu Chunsheng was a little embarrassed: "It's okay! It's just more convenient for reading!"

Shen Mingjiao: "...If this man's eyes weren't so clear, she seriously suspected that he was showing off in a subtle way.

As the ox cart passed by the end of the village, Yaya got off the cart first and stretched out her chubby hand to help Xu Chunsheng.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xu Chunsheng's face was a little red, but he still stretched out his hand obediently, and his beautiful thin lips bent unconsciously.

Yaya grabbed his finger tightly, waved to Shen Mingjiao and smiled innocently: "Madam, I will go and play with you tomorrow!"

After saying that, he took Xu Chunsheng's hand and strode towards the door of his house. He couldn't help but mutter: "Husband, you are becoming more and more like Nuobao. Every time I hold Nuobao's hand, you two have exactly the same expression..."

The handsome young man she was holding just followed her obediently, looking good-tempered.

It wasn't until the two of them were far away that Shen Mingjiao looked away and said, "They are quite suitable together."

Sun Qiang endured it, but finally couldn't help but ask: "...How could Madam think they are suitable? She will give birth to him in spring..."

Shen Mingjiao asked back: "Except for the fact that Yaya is a little different in appearance, it's not easy to find Mr. Xu with matching looks anyway."

Sun Qiang was stunned for a moment, thinking, is this a small gap? If Yaya looks just a little bit prettier, the older girls and younger wives in the village won’t feel so upset!

Shen Mingjiao glanced at him lightly: "Everyone likes radish and green vegetables, so long as Mr. Xu likes them."

Sun Qiang couldn't help but retort: ​​"Who said that? It's clear that Chunsheng has a good temper..."

Shen Mingjiao glanced at the sky and replied seriously: "You can't hide your love. Even if you hold it in your heart, your eyes can't deceive you."

Feng Lisheng paused with his fingertips when he heard this.

Suddenly I really want to know, what does Shen Mingjiao think of him? Do you like it? Or... just like him, just treat him as a husband!

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Shen Mingjiao jumped off the bullock cart and asked Sun Qiang to go to Xu Chunsheng and his two friends tonight. If anyone caused trouble, it would be best to come and notify them in time.

Those two people must have not had much rest for several days, and we will discuss other matters tomorrow.

Xujiacun is only so big. Now that we have suspicions, it is not difficult to find out something. The only people who can know are those few people.

The sun was almost setting at this time. Shen Mingjiao had been riding in an oxcart for nearly half a day, and she was now feeling exhausted and exhausted.

Mrs. Sun came to ask the two of them to eat. Shen Mingjiao lay on the bed holding a pillow: "Sister-in-law, you eat first, I have no appetite."

Mrs. Sun tried to persuade her a few more times, but when Shen Mingjiao persisted, she had no choice but to give up and leave.

Feng Lisheng stood in front of the bed and frowned at her boneless appearance. Her messy hair was spread out, her back was covered with black hair, and her fair and beautiful profile was distorted, making her look a bit delicate and naive inexplicably. .

Feng Lisheng didn't know why, but her heart softened. She guessed that she might not be used to the food cooked by Mrs. Sun. After all, it had been several hours since the meal in the restaurant. How could she not be hungry when she was so good?

He thought for a while and asked, "How did you like the Yangchun noodles you had at the restaurant today?"

Shen Mingjiao was almost asleep at this time. After hearing this, she replied in a daze: "It's not bad, the dough feels firm."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and went to see Duke Zhou.

Feng Lisheng stood there for a while, then went to the kitchen and asked Mrs. Sun: "Can you make Yangchun noodles?"

Mrs. Sun was obviously a little frightened by him and nodded: "Young master, you want to eat Yangchun noodles? Please wait a moment, I will make it for you right away."

Feng Lisheng waved his hand: "Can you show me how to do it?"

Mrs. Sun nodded blankly, thinking about what her man said. Sun Qiang said that these two people had extraordinary origins at first glance. As long as they entertained people well and showed a little bit of their fingers, they would get a big advantage.

Mrs. Sun did a pretty good job at cooking and explained the noodle making process in great detail. Soon a bowl of hot Yangchun noodles was ready.

Feng Lisheng took a bite and found that the taste was barely good, but he vaguely knew that it was far less delicious.

In line with the principle of not wasting, he finished a bowl of noodles in a few times. Then he recalled the steps Madam Sun taught him and started kneading the dough.

When Feng Lisheng first joined the army, he worked as a fire soldier for a while. Although he didn't make much noodles, some of his instinctive foundation was still there.

It was as if when he picked up the kitchen knife, he knew how to cut the shredded meat?

After struggling three times, he finally made a bowl of Yangchun noodles that was quite satisfactory.