"What's the point?" Murong Sichen found that Chai Qingyue liked to stick to him more and more, so he let Chai Qingyue move in his arms.

Listening to Chai Qingyue talking about the library, Murong Sichen didn't know why he felt like home. Chai Qingyue's words were very peaceful, but they seemed very warm.

"Are you sure it's that?" Chai Qingyue repeated Murong Sichen's proposal and asked back.

It’s not that I don’t believe Murong Sichen’s vision, otherwise I wouldn’t always ask him to be a consultant and ask Murong Sichen for his opinions, but simply because Chai Qingyue is very concerned about the library, and this persistent enthusiasm makes Chai Qingyue care about every detail of the library.

Murong Sichen nodded and responded: "Well, that's it, it's pretty good. Anyway, I think it's good."

Chai Qingyue agreed with Murong Sichen's words, and nodded and decided to make the decision.

Suddenly I remembered that when I first entered the door, I saw Murong Sichen frowning and reading the memorial. Seeing that the library was almost done, Chai Qingyue took the initiative to ask what Murong Sichen was worried about.

"By the way, you are reading the note just now, and you seem to be a little unhappy. What's wrong? Did you encounter any trouble?" Since Murong Sichen solved his troubles for him, should he also repay him?

When it comes to this, Murong Sichen is angry. The officials of the Ministry of Rites are really angry.

Seeing that Murong Sichen didn't say anything, Chai Qingyue then took the initiative to ask: "What's wrong? If you have any worries, just tell me and see if I can help you."

The person in his arms was devoted to thinking about him, and Murong Sichen's heart was inexplicably throbbing, and he slowly spoke about the troubles he had encountered.

"It's not a matter of the Ministry of Rites." Murong Sichen's tone was a little bad, and he was really angry, "Isn't it almost the beginning of summer? We are busy with sacrificial ceremonies recently. A group of old scholars from the Ministry of Rites wrote a letter to say bad things about me."

"What are you talking bad about?" Chai Qingyue tried to talk to Murong Sichen in a teasing and pleasant tone, hoping to make Murong Sichen happier.

Knowing that the person in his arms wanted to make him happy, Murong Sichen also pinched Chai Qingyue's face in a good manner, lay directly into Chai Qingyue's neck, pressed his voice and said, "It's nothing, I will handle it myself, don't worry, you just rest assured."

Chai Qingyue pinched Murong Sichen's palm to express her comfort. Since Murong Sichen said no need to worry, then just relax and believe him.

"By the way, am I going to go on the day of the beginning of summer?" Chai Qingyue suddenly thought of this important thing and asked cleverly.

Murong Sichen hugged Chai Qingyue up there, so that Chai Qingyue could lean more comfortably in his arms, and said lazily: "You don't have to go to the sacrificial sacrifices of Lixia. At that time, my father will take me and lead all officials to sacrifice outside the city. However, you can go and watch the ceremony."

"Are you watching the ceremony?" Chai Qingyue thought for a while, and she had seen the Lixia Festival outside the city before, and she suddenly lost interest. "I still can't. I've seen it before, and it's all human, so it's not fun."

"Okay." Murong Sichen nodded and responded. At the festival every year, the people in the city will basically go to watch it. It's better not to let Chai Qingyue suffer this. "Will Qingyue prepare the beginning of summer rice for me at home?"

The beginning of summer rice was originally a custom in the south of the Yangtze River. Since it was introduced to the capital, it has also been popular among the public. Therefore, it has spread in the capital.

Every day before the beginning of summer, the children ask for a bowl of rice from the neighboring household, called "Douxia Xia rice", which is the rice for the beginning of summer rice.

Dig some bamboo shoots, "steal" some broad beans, and use some garlic seedlings. On the beginning of summer, cook rice and ingredients in the open air, put green plums, cherries, etc. on the rice, and distribute them to the rice a small bowl for each family a few days ago. People believe that children can prevent heatstroke after eating.

So, Chai Qingyue told Murong Sichen before that when he was young, his mother had done it for him, but she didn't expect that Murong Sichen would remember it in her heart.

Chai Qingyue was really speechless, she was really a child’s mind.

"That was eaten by a child, and it was said that it could prevent heatstroke." Chai Qingyue's words were full of helplessness, "But you are so old now, and you are not a child anymore, so why do you do it for you?"

"I don't care, I just want to eat." Murong Sichen continued to cheat and said in a coquettish tone, "You can make it for me."

"Okay, okay, I'll make it for you." Chai Qingyue couldn't resist Murong Sichen's temper and had to agree, "But I can't guarantee whether it tastes delicious."

Murong Sichen smiled muffled: "Okay, I promise I won't say it's not delicious!"

"This is almost the same." Chai Qingyue pouted and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Murong Sichen's face was completely happy, and his tone became cheerful: "Then I'm just waiting."

"Well, okay, just wait and eat." Chai Qingyue's voice also smiled, "But, what I made for you may be different from the folk ones. After all, I dare not go out to pay rice under the name of the Crown Princess, nor dare to steal broad beans."

Murong Sichen nodded in agreement: "Well, just make me a bowl of summer rice according to that method. I don't think about how the ingredients come from. I just want to taste that taste."

For some reason, after Murong Sichen said this, Chai Qingyue felt a little distressed. She touched Murong Sichen's face and spoke slowly.

"Okay, Si Chen, how about I'll take you to experience more folk life in the future?" Chai Qingyue suggested to Murong Sichen seriously, "Your life is so boring, I'll take you to experience an interesting life."

"Okay, I can't ask for anything." Murong Sichen agreed, his heart full of tenderness, and his whole heart seemed to be surrounded by a warm current.

The atmosphere in the study was so good that both of them temporarily forgot what they needed to be busy with and quietly enjoyed this hard-earned comfort.
Chapter completed!