A very light voice: "Okay." Spit out from that petal-like lip.

The little tongue walked around the outside in a successful way, and then shrank back very quickly, as if someone was chasing it, so timid.

When the prime minister saw that Qingli agreed, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and his slightly hunched back was a little straight.

His old hand, which was as weak as the bark of a tree that had been deprived of water for a long time, slowly lifted up.

Brushing the breeze, he waved it gently, and summoned a fair-skinned, well-rounded, young servant who told him to go to the cloth.

Because Qingli's uncle went out to work, Qingli's aunt, that is, the mother who had died, became pregnant.

Therefore, after the meal is arranged, only the prime minister and the departed and Qingli eat together.

With the heat of the afternoon and the undercurrent in the air, Qing Li looked at the two people at the table, and Qing Li shook his head for some reason.

It's been a long time since she's eaten with anyone, and it seems like she's been alone since her mother left.

She looked at the old man and the young man at the table, and the joy on the old man's face was so deep, as if he wanted to reach his weather-beaten soul through the wrinkles on his yellowish skin, and his arm trembled slightly.

That handsome young man, he shouldn't be a little now, he is already so tall, he is no longer immature at the beginning, and even the bun face that made her palms itch when she first met him is gone.

The corners of his forehead are so distinct, the smiling starry eyes are so sharp, the slender eyebrows, and the tall body all speak of his maturity and robustness.

Those little warmth replaced the expected torment.

Yes, who likes the loneliness of a person, the reason why she is alone is just because there is no one to accompany her.

Qingli's heart swayed, and it swept to Qingli's bone marrow.

Qingli threw away the estrangement from death at this moment, she just wanted to appreciate this rare moment.

Her white jade-like face, illuminated by the afternoon sun, actually gave birth to a hint of redness, which looked even more heartwarming.

Her crystalline eyes lifted slightly, and her long, sickly body stood still for a moment.

Qingli's exposed neck was surprisingly tender, and she seemed to have just come back to her senses and shook her body slightly.

Under the sunlight, her creamy skin swayed with her, giving people the feeling of fine silk.

Both women and men want to stroke it.

Qingli slowly walked towards the dining table, her blue embroidered shoes, accompanied by the cold skirt, just a few steps forward, but better than the most beautiful dance steps in the world.

It's so beautiful, with her innate nobility.

Like the clouds in the sky, people dare not blaspheme.

Qingli's bare hands, and the blue sea-like sleeves swayed lightly, like a fish that couldn't stand the cold, and gently jumped out of the sea, it was so cheerful.

Under the watchful eyes of his grandfather and the joyful blooming flowers, Qingli came to the dining table.

Qingli's buttocks were slightly lower, and her waist was slightly bent as if she could be encircled by one hand, and she gently sat on the mahogany stool.

The blue and red touch is really a beautiful visual impact.

The stool seemed to be shaking happily.

The Prime Minister let out a dull laugh from deep in his throat.

He curled the corners of his mouth and said: "Eat, which one you want to eat, there are not so many rules in the palace here." ”

Qing Li's jade-like hand picked up the pair of wooden chopsticks, but he didn't move.

After the prime minister's big hand like an old tree branch held the wooden chopsticks and took a bite, Qingli slowly moved her chopsticks.

Li Yan only looked at Qing Li, and also moved his chopsticks, Li Yan's neck socket was hot, burning his throat and spreading to his heart.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, he hadn't eaten with Li'er for a long time, and he was dining at his home.

It was as if there was a sun in his heart, and he was tired of being warm.

He saw that Qingli only sandwiched the food nearby, so he picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a crispy meat that Qingli loved to eat into the Qingli bowl.

Qingli's brows furrowed slightly, as if she was not very comfortable, but she did not break this rare atmosphere.

Eat silently, sleep silently.

Until it was used up, no one opened their mouths to say a word.

The corners of Qingli's raised eyebrows also bent inadvertently, and she was extremely full of this meal.

Although he was also eating, his originally sharp eyes never left his face for a moment.

The breeze blew the clear broken hair, as if floating in the bone marrow of the departed, making the departed from the dead unbearable itch.

When he saw Qing Li drop his chopsticks with satisfaction, his slender fingers with distinct knots quickly let go and put down his chopsticks.

The jade bowl touched the wooden table, adding a little spice to the quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The light in his eyes flickered and flickered.

Qingli was going to say goodbye to his grandfather and leave, but at this time, he opened his thin red lips.

Said: "There is a new teahouse in the capital, which is said to be very elegant, and Li'er might as well go around with me in the afternoon." ”

The death of the wise and close demon, the invincible iron-blooded general, at this time, like a young man in love, nervous hands and feet are hot.

His erect back was covered with fine and dense sweat, and his pure white undershirt was slightly wet.

His armpits felt as if they had been scratched, and he was very anxious.

His left hand clenched, and the heat in his palm burned his bone marrow.

His whole body was expecting Qingli's answer.

Qing Li was stunned and didn't reply, so the prime minister said: "It's still early, if Li'er has nothing to do in the afternoon, let's go shopping with Yan'er!"

Qing Li's small cherry with a faint fragrance sighed deep in her mouthful.

Qingli's hands stirred the sleeves of his shirt, and the round little toes shrunk in the small blue embroidered shoes curled up helplessly.

The soft little nails grinded the soles of their shoes.

Qingli's small pale red bud-like tongue hidden in her thin lips licked her upper teeth and touched the gums.

Her face was full of helplessness, and as the white little teeth were exposed, she finally gave a satisfactory answer.