The subtext is that she can finally go back, right?

It turns out that she still doesn't forget to go back all the time-

Emperor Shiyin's heart was slightly astringent, and he slowly arranged the dishes and chopsticks for her, touched her bun head, and broke her fantasy with one sentence: "It's still early." ”

It's still early? Feng Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "I see that you have almost recovered." ”

Emperor Shiyin casually peeled a shrimp for her: "The injury is almost good." But it will be a long, long time before it can be restored......"

"For what?" Shouldn't the injury be restored?

Emperor Shiyin glanced at her and sold a pass: "You eat well first, and I'll tell you when you're full." The tone is spoiled, like coaxing a little doll.

Feng Qingyu: "......" She pursed her mouth, this Lori has been a long-term person, and she does have a stomachache.

Forget it, eat! It's not too late to ask him when he's full.

A table of dishes is full of color, flavor and flavor, Feng Qingyu just ate a few bites, then suddenly paused, and subconsciously swept the dishes on the table: ants on the tree, sweet and sour fish, skewers, kung pao chicken......

These dishes should not be available at all in this day and age!

She Huo Ran raised her head, her eyes staring at Emperor Shiyin: "This-these dishes ......"

These dishes were originally He Xiangwan's best dishes, and on the last night of modern times, he prepared these for her-

How could Emperor Shakin do this? And the dishes are exactly the same as the dishes that night, which is so weird!

"What's wrong with these dishes?" Emperor Shiyin raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.

Feng Qingyu took a breath: "You made these dishes?" ”

"Naturally, why doesn't it suit your taste?" Emperor Shakin clipped a shrimp ball for her.

"Isn't it...... Did someone teach you? "Feng Qingyu does not give up.

Emperor Shiyin smiled but did not speak, and as soon as he raised his hand, there was a row of small red candles on the table, and the wine in the cup reflected by the flickering candlelight shook slightly.

Candlelit dinner?

Feng Qingyu's heart trembled slightly, this situation seemed familiar......

She smiled reluctantly: "What day is today, you are so romantic?" ”

"Guess what?" Emperor Shiyin leaned very close to her, and a pair of deep eyes were as intoxicating as alcohol in the candlelight.

A glimmer flashed in Feng Qingyu's eyes, and he shook his head: "I can't guess." ”

Emperor Shiyin sighed lightly: "Little fool, today is our 100th anniversary together, shouldn't we celebrate?" ”

"Smack!" The wine glass in Luo Qingyu's hand rolled to the ground.

Emperor Shiyin smiled slightly, and he didn't know where Lu Dao conjured up a bouquet of flowers: "Baby, give it to you." ”

Feng Qing Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, peony! The big red peony is rich and warm like a fire.

"For what—send this?" Everything seemed to be repeated, and Feng Qingyu's voice trembled slightly.

"Baby, peony is the king of flowers, don't you think it's very suitable for you?"

He leaned over and leaned closer to her: "What, don't like it?" The tone was very light, as if a spring breeze was blowing.

Feng Qingyu stood up suddenly, and her big eyes widened: "You...... Who are you? ”