Chapter 20: Spanking the Dragon's Fart

The female ghost made a big fuss in the Qianqing Palace, and I don't know if it's true or not.

But Li Aotian asked in the eyes of the palace that he had planted in the Qianqing Palace in private, and they said that they did see a female ghost in white floating in the Qianqing Palace, which also frightened them.

The vigil from the proud sky attracted the frequent sideways glances of those palace maids and the peeks of.

There is such a strong martial arts, handsome, and powerful prince to keep vigil, and he is very fragrant from Yushu.

Hiccuping, farting, and talking in your sleep.

The thighs in the obscene pants were horizontal, and he slept with the quilt upside down.

Late at night, Li Aotian came to the inner hall with a horse lantern that was hazy into a warm orange by the lampshade, lifted the broken curtains, and looked at the indecent sleeping Li Aotian couldn't help laughing.

He didn't look like an emperor at all, and he collapsed like a little king.

His face was red from sleep, and he was drooling, so he looked a little frightened.

Li Aotian stared at him for a long time and left.

The lonely stars gave birth to strange thoughts, and Li Aotian actually found that he didn't hate Li Yushu so much.

When this idea was born, he thought it was ridiculous.

How could he have such a thought.

He's just taking advantage of this little guy.

When the time comes, eradicate it on the spot and take the position yourself.

Mingxiao's rooster crows at the lazy humans with its neck raised.

Li Aotian, who hadn't slept all night, had some red blood in his eyes, but it didn't affect his handsome appearance at all.

In the inner hall, Lai Lai chirped away from the jade tree and stretched his waist, and his feet as white as jade lotus roots stretched out lazily from the silky thin quilt.

The pearl-like toes are very attractive.

"Need a micro-minister to wait for the emperor to change his clothes?" Standing beside the dragon pillar, Li Aotian Yin and Yang asked strangely.

A carp from Yushu sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, pretended not to understand the displeasure in Li Aotian's words, ignored his bloodshot eyes that had not slept all night, and said with concern: "Uncle Huang has worked hard, Uncle Huang hasn't had breakfast yet, why don't you eat with me?" ”

"Very good." Li Aotian actually agreed.

Li Yushu's jaw dropped in shock, she was just polite, and Li Aotian took it seriously.

The atmosphere of the breakfast was eerie.

Rice porridge, milk cakes, side dishes and various pastries.

Although Li Aotian has a domineering and crazy temperament, he is very elegant and elegant, and he doesn't dare to make a sound from Yushu.

As long as she drank porridge and made a 'sucking' sound, Li Aotian, who was sitting opposite her, would cough lightly.

After a few times, I didn't know how to eat from Yushu, and the millet grains of rice porridge almost stuck in my throat and my eyes were dying.

It takes courage to dine with Uncle Huang, and Li Yushu swears that even if she starves to death, she will never appear at the same table with Li Aotian again.

After breakfast, she watched Aotian leave the door of the Qianqing Palace, turned around and hurriedly greeted Jasmine: "Hurry up, tell the imperial dining room to make me another breakfast, I am starving to death." ”

She devoured a drawer of xiaolongbao, a bowl of millet porridge, a stack of side dishes and three pieces of rouge cold cake, and she burped fiercely: "I ...... This life is enough. ”

At this moment, three or two palace maids stepped forward and knelt respectfully in front of Liyushu to beat her legs.

Hey, this treatment hasn't been there before.

No one in the palace knows that she is a puppet emperor, and who doesn't know that the palace is Li Aotian.

So some palace people don't take her seriously at all, since last night after leaving Aotian to personally keep a vigil for her, the wind in the palace has changed, and those palace people who watch people put dishes have turned against the emperor and started to pat the emperor.

Oh no, it's a dragon's fart.