"You are by His Royal Highness's side, and you should persuade Your Highness, you must endure everything, endure the calm for a while, didn't you also say that the prince is going back to the imperial city soon? When he returns to the Imperial City, he will no longer be able to care about the affairs of Jiangling City, and after he leaves, His Highness will still have the final say here. ”

Xiaohe is worried about Qingfeng's temperament and is too impatient.

"Don't worry, the master is calm."

Qingfeng nodded, he naturally understood these truths.

"You shouldn't have eaten much for dinner, but look, what else did I bring you?"

Qingfeng stopped suddenly, and then, like a trick, took out a chicken leg wrapped in oiled paper directly from his arms.

The chicken thighs were marinated, and they were specially made by the chef of the palace, and he saved his share, and when he came out, he secretly brought them out.

"For me?"

When Xiaohe had dinner, he was in a bad mood and didn't eat anything, just like Gu Xiaoqi.

All have to leave this place, where is there any mind to eat.

"Of course."

The breeze is deliberately brought out.

Of course, he didn't tell Xiaohe, it was omitted from his mouth.

"But if you eat chicken thighs at night, will it be too greasy, and it will be easy to gain weight." The little lotus is greedy, but he doesn't want to get fat.

"If I don't want to eat it, then I can only go into my own stomach, I'm not afraid of fat, I can swallow another one." Qingfeng immediately made a gobble-up feint.

Xiaohe was amused, and the chicken leg finally reached her hand.

"Remember, this is the last time, this time it's hard to eat, next time don't eat such a delicious thing."

She was deliberately annoyed and took the drumstick. Pen in Chinese

While nibbling on the chicken legs, she became even more depressed.

After leaving Jiangling City and going to a completely strange foreign land, no one would take the initiative to send her chicken legs at night, and someone like her was probably only Qingfeng.

Seeing the woman next to him, hanging her head and intently nibbling on the chicken legs, he felt great satisfaction in his heart.

"Actually, you're not fat at all, you're just too thin, you should eat more, and then you look better this way."

He has never disliked Xiaohe for being too fat, in fact, Xiaohe belongs to the thin type.

"Seventh Master should be okay today?"

Qingfeng still didn't forget, and cared about Gu Xiaoqi by the way.

Otherwise, he went back to the palace, and if he met the master and asked, he would not be able to answer or give an errand.

"It's okay, that's it, busy with things in the shop."

Xiaohe replied vaguely while nibbling on the chicken legs.

"You also persuade her a little, don't be too tired, otherwise, if she is tired and sick, the master will definitely feel distressed, not to mention what to do with so much silver, just enough to spend, it's really not enough to spend, not there is still a master."

In Qingfeng's eyes, this is a matter of course.

"Yes, I persuaded her to do the same, but she didn't listen, you know, people like us are most afraid of idleness and idleness, in that case, it will be easy to think cranky, it is better to do more things and earn more money in your hands."

Xiaohe talked nonsense, and didn't mention anything about leaving.

"Okay, it's not too early, let's go back, we can't leave the seventh master too far, although I still want to stay with you a little longer."

Qingfeng, a dignified seven-foot man, was also a little embarrassed.

This little bit of his heart about Xiaohe, all the other good brothers in the palace saw it, and they all knew it.

It's just that the master hasn't started a family yet, and as the most powerful subordinate guard by the master's side, he can't steal the limelight of the master and start a family in front of the master, which is too unusual.