Chapter 23 Taking Advantage of the Void

Ling Jun was very happy during the days when he was forced by Ge Xianweng to lie in bed to recuperate.

Ge Xianweng wanted to study Zhengze's special physique, while Lingjun wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

Well, isn't it said that women are most vulnerable when they are sick? Although Zhengze is now a man, it is still the same.

Of course, Lingjun also had to be on guard against Ge Xianweng's improper actions towards Zhengze. Even if it was to "contribute to the medicine of the four realms" as the old man said, Lingjun's beloved wife could not be stripped naked by him and looked at everywhere.

"Daughter-in-law, do you want to eat an apple? Can I peel one for you?" Lingjun picked up the fruit from the fruit plate on the table and smiled at Zhengze.

Zheng Ze lay lazily on the bed and glanced sideways at Ling Jun, no longer having the energy to scold him for changing his words.

In the past few days, Ge Xianweng had forced him to drink bitter tonic medicine and eat light food. He had a heavy taste and now his appetite was so bad that he didn't want to say anything more.

A person who was originally cold and cold, is now completely cold and turned into a piece of ice.

Lingjun was quite happy with it. He served Zhengzhen who was recuperating in every detail every day, inside and outside, and could not help but admire Ge Xianweng:

"Tsk, tsk , tsk, Yun Zhongjun, looking at your usual careless attitude, I never thought that you are a good hand at taking care of people! You are virtuous and virtuous ."

Lingjun gave Ge Xianweng a hard look - what is virtuous? I call this my love for my wife. Do you understand that I love my wife?

"What are you doing?" Zheng Ze asked Ling Jun while leaning on the bed leisurely after taking a bite of the apple that Ling Jun cut into slices and placed on the plate .

Lingjun was sitting in an empty space beside the bed, face down, with one hand on the ground, up and down, and said , "Practice, body, body!"

Ge Laozi, I can’t speak, and talking feels like it’s draining my energy!

"You can only train your muscles and bones like this, but it won't help your magic." Zheng Ze said from the side.

Just exercising your muscles is enough!

That night in the palace, God knows how hard it was for Master Lingjun to hold the Xuanyuan Sword!

This female marauder is getting more and more arrogant and moves more and more frequently. From now on, he will fight with his sword more often. He must protect his wife!

After Lingjun finished practicing, he jumped up, clapped his hands, sat on the bed and hugged Zhengze, and said:

"If you develop a good body for your husband, your wife will be happier in bed in the future, right?"

"Let go." Zhengze put his hand on Ling Jun's waist, ready to go.

Lingjun retracted his hand and said angrily: "I'm an old married couple. I've been helping you wipe your body and put on your clothes these past few days. I haven't seen them anywhere. But right now, there are so many people here and there who are anxious to clear up the relationship with me."

Zhengze pretended not to hear, but said: "I'm fine now, but I can set off today to find other treasures."

"No, no, you haven't rested enough. If you rest for a few more days, there's no rush to collect treasures at this moment!" Ling Jun said anxiously, looking at Zhengze's still bloodless face.

Zhengze nodded, stopped talking, and leaned back on the bed.

Lingjun raised the soft pillow behind him and asked, "Daughter-in-law, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I'll buy it for you."

I've eaten very little at every meal these past few days. I only had a few mouthfuls of porridge at noon today. It's still early for dinner, so don't get hungry.

Unexpectedly, Zhengze said: "I want to eat what you cooked."

ha? Eat what he cooks? He is a dignified, seven-foot-tall man, capable of running a country with his literary skills, his military skills , and his ability to cook... He really doesn't know how to cook.

After living in the Wind and Rain Palace for so many years, Lingjun didn't even know which way the kitchen door opened.

"But the ones I made are not delicious... How about I go buy them for you? The Liuji steamed buns across the street are pretty good. I'll buy you one or two to fill your belly?" Ling Jun discussed.

Zhengze shook his head and looked at Lingjun with a pair of clear eyes, saying nothing.

Under this gaze, Lingjun compromised: "Okay, I'll make you... black-bone chicken soup, okay?"

Zhengze nodded, with a hint of joy in his cold eyes.

"Then you lie down and take a nap. I'll prepare it and call you." Ling Jun said.

Zhengze lay down after hearing the words. Lingjun helped him tuck the quilt and looked at his lightly closed eyes. He couldn't help but feel a surge of maternal tenderness. Bah, it's the tenderness of a husband - Zhengze is still sick. He is so good, he doesn't pinch people, doesn't drink cold drinks, and doesn't have a straight face. He is willing to be fed when he is hungry, and he is willing to be watched when he is sleepy. Lingjun's life recently has been nothing short of sweet!

Lingjun put away his charming thoughts, closed the door, asked his second brother to show him the way, and then hummed a little tune and arrived at the inn's kitchen in three steps.

As soon as he entered the kitchen door, Lingjun was dumbfounded——

I saw two or three shirtless men with greasy towels on their shoulders, holding large iron pots and tossing them up and down. The fire under the pots was like fireworks at a temple fair. The vegetables in the pots were cooking like fried beans. The sound of cooking, shouting, and reporting of food can be heard all the time. The kitchen is filled with smoke and smoke, and the whole place is like a purgatory on earth.

Lingjun couldn't help but shrink his refreshing and clean sleeves.

"Sir, what are your orders when you come here?" A smart-looking young man came up and asked, holding a bowl of blood stained with blood. Lingjun couldn't help but take a step back .

"I want to make a bowl of chicken soup for my wife to try. May I ask where the stove is?" Ling Jun asked.

"The officials really care about my wife. We are here to prepare meals for the diners in the lobby. There is no spare stove for you. If you want to make something to eat, you can go to the small kitchen in the backyard, which is specially used for the guests in the inn. Food may be available." The young man spoke very clearly.

"Thank you so much, little brother." Lingjun stuffed a small piece of silver into his pocket, and the young man immediately smiled and thanked him repeatedly.

talking about at the door ? Why don't you bring the cow's blood over and put it in the pot!" A thick man wielding a big iron spoon in front of the stove shouted in the distance, and the boy was busy. Shouting "Coming, coming" and trotting away.

Lingjun patted his sleeves and hurried to the small kitchen in the backyard. Sure enough, it was clean and tidy, and the smell was fresh. There was only a woman in linen standing in front of the table, silently chopping chili peppers.

"Sister-in-law, can I borrow the stove?" Lingjun straightened his clothes and bowed, his manner was gentle and suave, and even Lingjun himself couldn't help but be intoxicated by his grace.

The woman in linen clothes stopped what she was doing and turned her head. Lingjun couldn't help being surprised:

"It's you?!"