About half a pillar of incense, Ya Wujiang brought in a pot of hot vegetables from outside.

"Master!" Ya Wu glanced at Ye Anjiu lightly, and put the hot food bowl in his hand on the table.

Ye An Jiu nodded, and said jokingly: "In the future, if anyone marries Wujiang, he will definitely have a good mouth!" ”

"Master!" Ya Wuxian's face flushed, she lowered her head shyly, and glanced at Ya Wu'an, who was standing behind Ye An Jiu.

Ye Anjiu glanced at Ya Wujiang playfully: "Don't worry, I will definitely match you with the best person in the future!" ”

Ye An Jiu said and blinked at Ya Wujiang, and glanced at Ya Wu'an after speaking.

And Ya Wu'an is just calmly serving the night peace Jiusheng soup dishes.

Seeing this, Ye Anjiu shrugged his shoulders and glanced helplessly.

After Ya Wu'an filled the soup and vegetables, Ye Anjiu moved his fingers, and the two nodded knowingly, turned around and left the room one after another.

After seeing the two of them leave, Ye Anjiu looked at the water Zen frog soup that was still steaming on the table.

He tapped lightly on the table, and the silence of the room sounded more and more like a requiem tune.

After a while, Feng Lingluo's body finally moved slightly.

He opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment, jumped down vigilantly, and at a glance saw Ye An Jiu lying on the table asleep and the soup of the water Zen frog.

Feng Lingluo squinted her eyes, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Didn't this King An save her?

I guess so.

She remembered that she saw a simple royal carriage before she passed out, and it should be that only an unfavored prince like Ye An Jiu would have no money to gild.

Hearing the movement, Ye An Jiu stood up in a daze, and saw Feng Lingluo, who had already stood behind him and his thoughts had flown away.

"Ah Shu!" Ye Anjiu called out familiarly, and his tone was intimate and soft so that Feng Ling had goosebumps.

Feng Ling's eyes flashed, and she had an idea.

He almost killed her in the first place, and he would be so sorry for himself if he didn't do something.

And this Anwang Mansion, there doesn't seem to be any subordinate, if Ye Anjiu is bullied by himself, I'm afraid no one will know.

"Don't call me Ah Shu!" Feng Lingluo glared at Ye An Jiu, looking at the water Zen frog on the table a little hungry, and unceremoniously picked it up and ate it.

Ye An Jiu'an watched Feng Lingluo eat the water Zen frog with nine eyes, and his greedy appearance was about to drool.

Ye An Jiu pursed his lips and sucked his saliva: "Then what should I call you?" ”

"Listen, I can only tell you, if you dare to tell others, I won't let you go!" Feng Lingluo squinted her eyes and said threateningly.

Ye Anjiu nodded, and obediently agreed to Feng Lingluo.

"My sister has changed her name to Feng Lingluo again!" Feng Lingluo said lightly.

Always listening to other people's names, she is afraid that one day she will forget what her name is.

Thinking of this, a touch of loss flashed in Feng Lingluo's eyes, and then she regained her clarity, as if she was hiding something and being afraid of something.

"Luoluo!" Ye An Jiu said lightly.

"No, you should call me Boss!" Feng Lingluo touched her hair very coquettishly, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes were full of threat.

"Don't!" Ye An Jiu shook his head.

"I'm King An, I don't call others the boss, unless you marry me, my mother said it, whoever is powerful in creating kung fu is the boss!"

After Ye Anjiu finished speaking, he looked at Feng Lingluo, and asked with clear and innocent eyes: "Shall we try it?" ”