For a whole afternoon, Yuan Yuan'er sat there sullenly in protest against the emperor's inhumane behavior, and only the rustle of the emperor's writing was left in the room.

Gradually, drowsiness returned.

She cowered weakly into the corner, crossed her legs and began to doze off with her head propped up, nodding her head for a moment.

In fact, her figure, this kind of appearance is not the material for being a heroine at all, at least before she loses weight, she should live a life of being bullied and not being noticed.

Just like she just crossed over, the innkeeper did to her, the dirty alleys, the days when she didn't have enough to eat, were what she should live.

But why is it different now?

Even if she was unlucky enough to meet Lin Jia and Yuyu, then why did the emperor let her enter the palace, why did he make her a beauty but he was not interested in her, let her live alone in a relatively remote place under his nose.

In a daze, she gradually entered a white world, the white air was filled with the faint smell of food, and there was a figure between the ethereal mist.

"Who?"

She shouted at the voice, but the figure did not respond, and she ran over, and the mist was blasted away by her, and the person hidden behind the mist became clear, he was dressed in a white shirt and wore a white chef's hat.

As she approached, the man slowly turned around, and she gasped, it was Linga!

He was still holding a bowl of strangely shaped food in his hand, which was exuding bursts of fragrance.

"Come on, eat."

Linga handed her the bowl and leaned in close to her with her head down, evoking a gentle smile.

Looking at that unusually gentle smile, she felt worried and didn't dare to eat.

"No, I'm fat, I'm going to lose weight."

She shook her head and retreated, and Linga followed step by step, coaxing with a softer voice.

"Fat, I think it's just right, and when I kiss, it's soft and fragrant. Well, this is my new dish, come and try it. ”

I don't know when a wall appeared behind her, and she ate the strange food in great pain when she was desperate.

Luckily, it tastes sweet and delicious.

Just when she opened her mouth and was about to take the second bite, the food was suddenly taken away, and Lin Jia's face also turned into the emperor's face, and her glass-colored eyes flashed with an incomprehensible look.

"Is it delicious?"

The emperor spoke gently, and she nodded subconsciously.

"Do you still want to eat?"

I want to eat.

She continued to nod.

"Then you give me the hidden book, and I'll give it to you, okay?"

Book?

What book?

She shook her head in a confused eye.

"It's useless for you to take those books, why don't you give them to me? Don't you want to eat it? It's delicious, isn't it? ”

The emperor took out a piece of the food, shook it in front of her, and then stretched out his pink tongue and licked it gently.

"Well~ it's so fragrant."

Stimulated by the scene in front of her, she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't know why, but she couldn't make a sound, so she could only look at the emperor earnestly.

However, the emperor gave him the book and didn't give it to her.

She was in a hurry, so she reached out and hugged the emperor's head, dragged him over in an extremely arrogant posture, and sucked the soft tongue viciously.

The tongue is so soft, with the faint sweetness just now.

She opened her eyes and looked at the emperor, and the owner of those glass-colored eyes suddenly turned into a poppy, and he stared at her gloomily, the anger in his eyes crackling.

"You dare to eat his tongue, see that I don't cut off your tongue and eat it."

"Drink ......"

She was frightened by the ferocity of the poppy, and opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that she did not know when she was lying on the couch, and the emperor was standing in front of her, looking at her expressionlessly.

It was just a dream!

Yuan Yuan'er patted her chest lightly, and got up from the couch with a sigh of relief, only then did she notice that the emperor's expression was a little more gloomy than just now.

How could she forget that the emperor had the supreme right.

"Your Majesty, are the concubines snoring again?"

She shrunk her shoulders and asked weakly.

But the emperor ignored her, just snorted coldly, turned around and flicked his sleeves and returned to the back of the desk.

Forehead...... It seems that she did snore again.

Stretching her waist, she touched her shriveled stomach, looked at the pastry on the emperor's desk and smashed her mouth, to her surprise, there was a delicious taste in her mouth that she had just tasted in her dream.

Just now, was that really a dream?