Undercover princess, transform the scumbag prince, 99, the war at the dinner table

Song Weijun shook his head and asked in a low and slow voice, "Yoyo, this is ......?"

Qin You hurriedly lifted the food box in his hand and shook it, and said uncomfortably: "Send supper, are you hungry?" ”

Song Weijun smiled: "If I say I'm not hungry, do you have to take it back?" ”

"Not really, I'm going to eat it all in front of you. Irony of Rong Shang Shuo"

"And then?" Song Weijun asked, he didn't believe that it was just like this.

Sure enough, Qin You snorted and said, "I will never send you supper in the future." ”

In the future? Song Weijun glanced at his eyes slightly, got up and put away the things on the small table by the window: "So for the sake of my future welfare, I have to eat this supper?" ”

"You can also skip eating, can no one send you a supper for the dignified Martial King?" After Qin You finished speaking, this pair of white ...... I came to deliver supper, why was I a little jealous?

"What is this?" In order to cover up her slip of the tongue, she decisively changed the subject and asked, pointing to a picture rolled up in his hand.

"This ......" Song Weijun paused, and then said with a smile: "I'll let you see it later, I have to eat the supper first, and then my princess will ignore me in the future." ”

Qin You gave him a blank look, but the sentence "my princess" made her heart flutter slightly.

Watching her take out a few refreshing side dishes one by one and put them away, and finally a cup of porridge with a slight medicinal fragrance, Song Weijun's eyes had a hint of warmth, and said with a smile: "You made all this?" ”

Qin You coughed, and said angrily: "Some can eat, it doesn't matter who made it!" ”

Song Weijun laughed, these small dishes were all according to his usual taste, how could he not see that it was made by the two girls of Mingjin and Minghui, he just wanted to see her embarrassed appearance, and it was really fun to tease her.

Knowing that he had been tricked, Qin Youqi wanted to put the porridge in his hand on the face whose smile was brighter than peach blossoms, and originally prepared a bowl of what he wanted to put in front of him, but seeing that he simply brought it to himself, he sat down to eat vegetables and drink porridge. In the season of beautiful men, the girls are pretty and cute

Song Weijun waited for a while and saw that she really didn't care about herself, so she reluctantly took an empty bowl to serve porridge for herself, but before she could enter the mouth, a black shadow flashed out, blocked his hand and said, "Lord Wang......"

Qin You raised his head and looked at Song Tianxuan, who was speechless and stopped, and then looked at the porridge bowl that was stopped by him, understood in seconds, and couldn't help rolling his eyes and said angrily: "Don't you see that I'm eating myself?" If you don't feel at ease, do you have to lick every dish to test for poison? ”

Song Weijun and Song Tianxuan imagined the picture for a while, their eyes instantly became a little weird, Song Tianxuan let go of his hand and retreated silently, while Song Weijun looked at the dishes on the table and was a little difficult to eat, biting his chopsticks and circling around, and finally stirred in his porridge bowl, let's drink porridge.

Looking up and catching a glimpse of Qin You's smiling face, he realized that this girl was doing it on purpose, avenging him for laughing at her just now.

So, His Royal Highness King Wu, who has always eaten very elegantly, for the first time, did a very unimage thing of grabbing food from others, two pairs of chopsticks fought like you came and went between the dishes, and the dishes were poked everywhere, on the small table, on the low couch, and even on the ground, whether they could eat it or not, as long as the other party couldn't eat it.

After the last piece of crystal lotus root was successfully snatched into Song Weijun's mouth with shameless martial arts, Qin You's target immediately aimed at the last asparagus and the white and tender shrimp meat.

Song Weijun didn't have time to eat the whole lotus root, so he hurriedly took a bite and put it in the porridge bowl, stretching out his chopsticks to grab it again.

At first, it was half a beat slower, and the asparagus fell into Qin You's mouth, so the last shrimp meat became the target of the ultimate battle.

Taking advantage of the gap between Qin You and sending the asparagus to the entrance, Song Weijun did not hesitate to start, but was shamelessly intercepted by Qin You halfway, the shrimp meat fell back into the plate, and the two of them pushed me to stop the chopsticks and entered the confrontation again.

Song Tianxuan lay on the branch of the tree and looked at the shadows of the demons dancing on the window, sighed, and finally turned his head unbearably and couldn't look at it directly, if he looked at it again, his blood groove would be empty again.

Although Qin You's movements were dexterous, he was inferior to Song Weijun's lightning speed, and in the end he could only watch the white and tender shrimp meat being taken away by him.

However, just when she lowered her head to drink porridge, the tempting shrimp appeared in front of her again, and she didn't want to bite it off in a depressed way, a slender and slightly cool hand reached out and touched her head: "It's so good." "Wolf hunting

Qin You suddenly had the illusion of incarnating a pug, which made the owner happy and rewarded her with a piece of meat to eat, watching her happily accept the reward and touch her head to show mercy, but if you want to have a seizure and can't find a reason, you can only imagine the shrimp meat as Song Weijun's ears and eat it fiercely.

There were no five or six dishes left, but there was still a lot of porridge, and the two of them silently finished eating their porridge, Qin You picked up a fallen asparagus from the corner of his skirt and threw it into Song Weijun's porridge bowl in retaliation.

Song Weijun's eyes were quick to use chopsticks, and the asparagus flew away instantly, he raised his head and wiped the corners of his lips elegantly: "Call Mingjin Minghui to come in......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp "pop" sound, followed the reputation, and couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, the asparagus was so dead that he pulled it into the pastel flower and bird pen on the desk with a chopstick, splashing a small ink-colored splash.

Qin You praised: "The prince has a good technique, presumably the prince's kung fu throwing pot must be foolproof." ”

Pitching pot is a kind of ritual game during feasting, which comes from the archery salute in the six arts, from the noble to the commoner, regardless of men and women, and is appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar.

Song Weijun deliberately put on a headache and said, "The princess praised it falsely." ”

Seeing her happily go to call someone in to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Song Weijun shook his head and smiled, saying that he was acting naïve, this girl is really naïve, okay, some little things have to be taken care of with him.

Ming Jin Minghui and the two maids came in to see the tragic situation in the room and didn't know what to say, the two masters are eating or throwing the dishes to play.

After the two of them cleaned up the small table and the nearby ground, Song Weijun had already changed the water in the pen wash, Qin You looked at him curiously: "You actually do it yourself, I remember that there are three or four girls in Prime Minister Qin's study who just serve the pen and ink, why don't you have it?" ”

"Oh, do you want the girl to wait for a fragrance?" Song Weijun said casually, wiped his hands with a cloth towel and sat behind the bookcase and beckoned to her: "Come and have a look." ”

Qin You walked over, he had already opened the drawing that he had rolled up before eating, and it was indeed a detailed map.

"Where's the map?" Qin You glanced at it and asked casually, he didn't quite understand his intentions in his heart, in ancient times, maps were basically in the hands of those in power, especially the military-related defense maps, and irrelevant people had no chance to see them at all. A lost wife

"Just take a closer look?" Song Weijun laid out the map.

"What are you doing?" Qin You watched him stretch out his hand and freeze in mid-air again, and couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable.

Song Weijun wanted to reach out and take her into his arms and let her sit on his lap, but when he thought of something, his hand froze in mid-air and it was difficult to move forward for a while.

"What if...... One day, I will no longer be the king of martial arts, you ...... What will happen? He stared at her with a faint expression, one day when he had nothing, would she stay in the Martial Prince's Mansion and continue to be the high-ranking Martial Princess, or would she ...... "Forget it, just kidding, take a look at this map, you must be very interested."

After the question came out, he suddenly didn't want to know the answer again, everyone in the world loves vanity, where can anyone calmly accept falling into the dust after living a life of fine clothes and food? No, even if she seems a little different.

"Nonsense, of course it's rolling up and running away." Qin You only thought that what he said was that one day he was stripped of his title by Zhao Xianming to take back his military power, or he was beheaded by his family, and he didn't think about it elsewhere: "You have offended so many people, don't you want your dead person to go around the imperial city twice, don't you run and wait to be cleaned up?" ”

Song Weijun laughed, and flicked her head with her fingers: "I have no conscience, don't you leave me alone?" ”

No longer shy away, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, nothing around him belonged to him, including the girl in front of him, but now he really wanted to have a good person, and wanted her to belong only to him, Song Weijun thought dizzily in his head, so he did the same, leaning over and kissing her on the lips.

Unexpectedly, he was greeted with a slap, and the soft and warm little hand didn't hurt, but just waved his face away brutally.

Qin You glared at him angrily: "Okay, look at the map, what are you trying to do with this expression?" ”

Song Weijun's forehead jumped, his good mood was ruined, and he said strongly: "You are my princess, what's wrong with kissing it?" ”

"What's wrong? What's wrong, you say? You can kiss if you want, what's wrong with the prince? What happened to the husband? Can the prince force others to do things they don't want to do? Since he was sitting on his lap, it was rare for Qin You to be able to look at him at eye level, holding his arms and retorting sharply.

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