After the strong maid finished speaking, everyone sighed, secretly sighing that this maid is so bold, the king of war has not stayed in Zhaoxue Pavilion for a long time, let alone the other garden, I haven't been there once, how can the princesses get pregnant?

Qin Zhao's knife-like face did not change, which made Li Xuerou very puzzled, he was not angry? The last time it was rumored that he had a hidden disease, and in the end it was gone, but this time he passed on his woman, could he bear it?

"This king knows, the emperor's order is with him today, and I will talk about it later." After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of Zhaoxue Pavilion.

Today he was assigned the task of defending the city by the emperor! After lunch, we will carry out the task and send troops to guard the capital until tomorrow, that is, next year.

After Mu Fandi left with Qin Zhao, he got up to wash, and rudely followed the bath to smooth his hair.

"Why do you wash every day?" She found that Rude was a little cleanliness addict, and she loved cleanliness more than Mo'er.

"Nature." The rude and rough man's voice came out again, and Mu Fandi felt that he was very funny pretending to be a big man.

"It's just beauty." A low, beautiful voice came, this voice couldn't be more familiar, and I couldn't wait to play it on a loop in my dreams night after night, endlessly.

Mu Fandi saw the figure that appeared at the door, dressed in red, with no hands in a fur coat, wearing a brocade hat, wearing a lotus canopy, white and flawless embroidered with auspicious clouds and cranes, with a long ankle-length body and a short belt tied at the collar.

The long hair is flowing, untied or untied, and the eyebrows are narrow and long, as if a person coming out of a mural, so that the woman can't take her eyes off it, and the man sighs to himself.

Those clear eyes saw that the clouds behind Qin Cao slowly swam with the wind, sprinkling Dao light, like a god.

The four eyes were facing each other, time stood still, only each other, and the slender hands took off the brocade hat, and came in a hurry, and the hair still had a faint moist smell.

"Who's beautiful man, he's so good-looking." A woman's drunken voice came, and Mu Fandi's face turned red all of a sudden.

Rude saw her suddenly turn around, her eyes glaring at her angrily, and she hurriedly silenced.

The god-like man had moved in front of him, holding Fan'er in his arms, and his voice was soft, "Fan'er, are you dreaming?" ”

His mortals were with him, when he was sober and sometimes drunk, and he forgot whose family he belonged in a half-dazed and half-sober state.

was picked up and hammered on his shoulder, and he realized that Fan'er had grown so tall.

Qin Cao held the small hand on his shoulder, and asked as if no one was around, "Do you miss me?" ”

"I want to..."

In an instant, a slap of eyes shot at this Jiugong bird with a broken mouth, and the frightened Jiugong bird threw away the breakfast and apples in his mouth, and was dumbfounded.

Mu Fandi obviously didn't say anything, but his voice came, it must be this rude and talkative.

Mo'er looked at the frightened rudeness, gloated, and cooed and laughed on the side.

Mu Fandi raised his head and nodded on Qin Cao's thin lips, and then quickly buried himself in his arms that exuded the fragrance of Zhenzhen orchids and herbs.

She was so happy that she even forgot the ugly scar on her face, and she trusted him more than she believed herself.

And Qin Cao took the light and tightened the person in his arms, which was enough to replace a thousand words, but it was a little annoying himself.

The person in his arms felt his heart beating violently, as if he was eager to escape from the cage, and hurriedly clasped it with his hand.

"Jumped out!" His eyes widened in surprise.

"Well, it's about to come out." After speaking, Qin Cao leaned Fan'er into his arms again, his slender fingers with distinct joints passed through his hair, a little more strength is lovesickness, and a little less strength is pity, "Fan'er, let's go to the street in a while." ”

Go shopping? Mu Fandi has hardly been out recently, and the scars on her face have somewhat affected her psychology, and her psychological construction is not as tenacious as she imagined.

Especially when I saw Qin Cao's handsome face!

I feel humbled to the dust!

Mu Fandi left the embrace of orchid herbs, turned around and went to the cabinet to get a paper fan, which was the blood fan she got back in Qin Zhao's study.

"Do you remember it?" Handing him a blood-red fan.

"Fan'er, where did you find it?" Naturally, he took the fan and put it away directly, but did not open it.

"I'm not afraid, I snatched it back from the War King Qin Zhao." Said softly.

Qin Cao's favorite is this paper fan, because this paper fan was specially made after the temple was broken and rescued from mortals, in case of emergency.

The fan is not an ordinary fan, and the fan bone is not an ordinary fan bone.

There is a layer of silk embedded in this fan, the central rib line is embroidered with a dark word on the dragon and phoenix dance, and there is a hidden weapon flying needle hidden in the hollow of the fan bone, and the edge is as thin as a cicada wing Libby sharp knife, and it is used to seal the throat and kill a piece that day.

Narrow and long phoenix glanced at the water basin next to him and threw the paper fan directly into it.

"That's my basin..."Rude couldn't help but open his mouth, his voice low and aggrieved.

Mu Fandi looked at the rude and aggrieved little look, and was very happy.

"Miss Bai Gongzi, breakfast is ready." Dongmei brought breakfast one by one, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, prepare a little more, a little late.

"It's so hearty!" Mu Fandi exclaimed.

Fresh and light meatball soup, white fungus lotus seed cinnamon soup, smiling mouth often open meat roasted wheat, crispy sesame baked cakes, and two bowls of gourd millet porridge.

After Dongmei put it down, she took the wooden basin for washing her face and retreated into the kitchen.

Mu Fandi changed the contents of the plate and put them together, filled a bowl of white fungus soup, and took it to the kitchen.

"Miss, the slave is staying." Dongmei saw her young lady come in and quickly got up and put down the baked cake in her hand.

"We can't finish eating, and besides, he doesn't eat sweet, you can eat it." As he spoke, he put down what he was holding.

Dongmei feels that her young lady is like a family member, just thinking about it like this is enough, first, she can't climb high, and second, how can she fall.

Mu Fandi turned around and went back to the room, at this time, Qin Cao was wearing a red robe to show his glory and nobility, and his dry black hair was tied up with a bamboo chopstick.

Chopsticks? How do you use the remaining three chopsticks?

"Come in, Fan'er."

Just as Mu Fandi was hesitating whether to take a pair of chopsticks, Qin Cao had already gotten up and pulled her into the seat.

Gracefully filled a bowl of white fungus soup to Fan'er, and then picked up the roasted wheat with chopsticks and handed it to her mouth.

Slightly stunned, he took it down with his hand, "I'll eat it myself." was stopped by Qin Cao, put down the chopsticks, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and wiped Fan'er's hands carefully.

In this way, she grasped and ate like a child, and he savored it slowly.

At this time, the picture is extremely discordant, the son of heaven and the beggar, handsome and ugly, elegant and vulgar.

But he is like this, spoiling her, letting her, on the premise of protecting her, only she obeys.

The two of them ate well, and Dongmei withdrew the empty plate in time.

Qin Cao pulled off the chopsticks in his hair, and his black hair hung down in an instant like a waterfall, and the ends of his hair swayed slightly, exuding a vibrating orchid and grass fragrance.

Looking at the little face full of happiness, he asked, "Fan'er is full?" ”

A satisfied nod.

"I'm not full." I couldn't help but smile.