The aroma of agarwood spread in the hall, adding a bit of warmth to the hall, Yun Rongjue supported his forehead with one hand, lying on his side on the soft collapse, the ink robe belt on his body was not tied, open at will, and the other hand was rolling the scroll, his eyes were slightly narrowed.

The little girl knelt beside him, mixing tea and adding fragrance.

"Your Highness."

A crisp and bright voice sounded outside the door, Yun Rongjue's half-closed eyes lifted, and with a big palm, he hugged the little girl kneeling beside him into his arms.

Jiang Wu snorted lightly, his little hand against the man's bore, and he lifted his eyes and crashed into the man's eyes, "Your Highness." She exhaled softly, her voice as soft as a feather.

The man on the couch lowered his eyes and looked at the panicked little man in his arms, his thin lips hooked an arc, and his slender fingers picked up the jaw of the little girl in his arms, "My sister's voice is so good, it is soft to the heart of the main hall." ”

The man's words were frivolous, and the corners of those good-looking phoenix eyes were a little evil and charming.

The wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and the maid in palace clothes walked in with a lacquered wooden tray, and saw the two people who were entangled and entangled on the soft collapse, her eyes rolled, she smiled shyly and moved her eyes, and said in a loud voice, "Damn it, the slave maid disturbed the Fifth Highness." ”

Yun Rongjue's hand tightening around Jiang Wu's waist tightened, and the slight pain made Jiang Wu's thin eyebrows frown instinctively, looking at Yun Rongjue's watery apricot eyes, a little more emotional.

The man's eyebrows and eyes overflowed with a shallow smile, looking at the little girl in his arms, and his fingertips caressed the little girl's plain white face, "What's the matter, Sister Xiangxiang." ”

Xi Xiang walked straight in, owed a debt, and replied: "Back to Your Highness, last time Xiang Xiang made a tangerine peel osmanthus cake for His Highness, His Royal Highness likes it, no, Xiang Xiang made some more for His Highness today." ”

Yun Rongjue raised his eyes slightly, looked at it, and then picked up a piece of crisp cake from the porcelain plate and looked at it, "This huge Lingxiao Palace belongs to Sister Xiang's best craftsmanship, and the pastries made by my sister are fragrant, and I have been thinking about it for a long time." ”

Xiang Xiang smiled, "Your Highness likes it, it is a blessing to be able to make His Highness happy." ”

Jiang Wu was forced to lean into Yun Rongjue's arms, he hugged her tightly, she didn't dare to move, her apricot eyes drooped slightly, full of emotion, I don't know what the man meant.

Suddenly, her lips were cold, and she subconsciously raised her eyes, and the man twisted the crisp cake and handed it to her lips, "Sister taste it." ”

Jiang Wu blinked, didn't dare to open her mouth, and then saw that there was a bit of threat in the man's peach-blossom eyes, she could only obediently open her mouth and bite down the piece of crisp cake in the man's hand.

"How does my sister taste?" The man asked with a smile.

The crispy cake is sweet, soft and glutinous, and the taste is excellent, Jiang Wu nodded lightly, "Back to Your Highness, the pastry is sweet and delicious." ”

"It's good if my sister likes it," he picked up another piece and ate it, his slender fingers played with the green silk that fell from Jiang Wu's sideburns, "Sister Xiangxiang didn't leave after sending something?" Disturbing the relationship between the main hall and the younger sister.,The main hall is not happy.,Or is my sister also interested in accompanying the main hall? ”

Xi Xiang hurriedly covered her lips and smiled, and bent over, "Xi Xiang will not disturb His Highness." After speaking, he withdrew from Yilan Xuan.

After Xiang Xiang left, Yi Lanxuan fell into a short period of silence, until a man's playful voice sounded above Jiang Wu's head, "Is it that the main hall is too comfortable in her arms, and my sister is reluctant to get up." ”

Jiang Wu sneered, and straightened up from Yun Rongjue's arms in a panic, with a small face that was completely different.

Yun Rongjue looked at the small emotions on Jiang Wu's face, and a hint of banter skimmed the corners of his thin lips.