[The charming and naive little cook who has a bloody feud but is optimistic and smart x has a crush on the double-faced regent who likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger for many years]
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Beiqiao became an orphan at the age of sixteen.
His father died unjustly, his brother was buried in horse leather, and hundreds of people in the whole mansion were wiped out in one fell swoop.
The blood-filled eyes that night pressed on Bei Qiao's heart, like thousand-year-old ice, chilling her to the bone.
In order to take revenge, she endured and lay dormant for three years, and finally found an opportunity to join the Prince Regent's Palace as a minor servant.
Dabianlu, Songhua Lean Pork Porridge, Candied Chestnuts, Almond and Osmanthus Soup...
In the midst of drinking and drinking, you can see a dazzling array of dishes, peeping through the mist filled with aromas, some are salty and fresh, some are sweet and greasy, some are sour.
The truth beneath the surface is an inescapable fate.
The moment Beiqiao stabbed the man lying on the side of the bed with a knife, he hesitated subconsciously.
In the past, she wanted to die and get what she deserved, but now she wants to retire after success.
The high-hanging blade flashed with a cold silver light and passed by the side of the man's face, before being held in his hand.
That very familiar face came into view.
For a moment, her expression was shattered and she smiled sadly.
She should have lost.
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People are always greedy for all the beautiful things in the world.
Yuan Qing seemed to have the patience to tolerate everything about Bei Qiao, her bad temper, her clumsiness, and her concealment.
Even if she got naughty and joked with him while drunk, he would just ignore it and put on a smile to make her happy.
Bei Qiao: You stole my Dabian stove, what do you want to give in return?
Yuan Qing: Whatever you want, I will give it to you.
Bei Qiao: What if I say - I want to take the emperor's life?
Yuan Qing looked at her quietly, his deep eyes enveloping her with an air of intoxicating emotion.
A long time.
He gently opened Bei Qiao's fingers and effortlessly took away the sharp blade in her hand. His slender eyebrows were extremely gentle at this time, and he said warmly: "Beibei, your hands are for making soup, not for staining blood."
His biggest wish in this life is to be with his Beibei.
Until then.
Some people asked him whether the porridge was warm, and some people spent the evening with him.
[PS: I don't know how to write about political strategies, there are mountains of private facilities, and I can't delve into them on the ground. I can give my opinions based on the party's research, but don't get into trouble]
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