Chapter 15: Picky Men

Back at the Shili Palace, the palace ministers were already sitting at the long dining table. No Advertising Novels Network (txt Home Novels Network)

His eyes were slightly closed, and his neat and stylish hairline reminded Jiang Qiao'er of those Hong Kong and Taiwan stars who were red half the sky.

It's just that the palace courtiers still have the mask of that night on their faces, and the whole face can only be seen above the forehead and the lower part of the mouth, and the white mask makes his whole person look gloomy and terrifying.

"Come and eat!" Hearing Jiang Qiao'er's footsteps, the palace courtier opened his eyes and ordered in a cold voice.

"Oh." She was not afraid of the indifference of the palace ministers, as long as he did not have that trademark bloodthirsty and evil smile on the corner of his mouth, it meant that he was still safe.

Jiang Qiao'er sat quietly at the other end of the dining table, far away from the palace ministers.

"Come here!" The palace minister's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his cruel tone showed his impatient mood at the moment.

"Oh." Jiang Qiao sat down knowingly.

Seeing Jiang Qiao'er secretly looking at herself, while moving her ass and sitting beside her very reluctantly, the mood of the palace ministers was inexplicably happy.

The way this little woman pouts is quite cute. Look at her panicked eyes, like a simple little white rabbit.

The palace minister unconsciously touched his chin.

Last night, her taste seemed to linger on her lips. It is undeniable that this body is extremely seductive to him.

The light above the head of the dining table sprinkled a soft warm light, and the palace courtiers raised their eyes from time to time to look at Jiang Qiao'er, who was concentrating on eating, her ears were pink and tender, her nose moved, and she sniffed the taste of vegetables from time to time, like a greedy kitten. Free (Baidu Search txt Home Novel Network)

Doesn't this woman know that she wants to please herself?

When the palace courtier watched Jiang Qiaoer solve another prawn, he put down his chopsticks dissatisfiedly. Silver chopsticks make a rustling sound on the table.

Jiang Qiao'er heard the sound and stopped her chopsticks in a daze. The shrimp meat in the mouth is not swallowed, nor is it spit out.

What happened to him?

"Is it delicious?" The palace courtier's voice was cold, and his eyes stared at Jiang Qiao'er calmly.

"Hmm...... This dish has a bit of a strong taste. Jiang Qiao'er pointed to one of the dishes and replied timidly, her big eyes flickering that she didn't dare to look at the eyes of the palace ministers.

The palace minister's originally solemn gaze ignited a fire.

Stupid woman!

"The cook in charge of this dish gets out!" The palace courtier looked at Jiang Qiao'er, and his beautiful voice was full of faint anger.

What the heck?

Kicked out? Is it really good to drive people away with such a disagreement?

Jiang Qiao's eyes widened and he looked at the palace ministers who were sitting beside him, but seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Is it because of my own words?

What happened to this man?

"Young Master...... Can you give me another chance, I'll ...... next time" The cook, who rushed out of the kitchen crying, stumbled and knelt down in front of the palace ministers, tearing up and pleading.

Jiang Qiao'er was completely frightened at this time, she really didn't expect that her unintentional words would hurt someone like this. But isn't it freer to be kicked out? What is there to be nostalgic about the palace family.

"You still have a chance to get out alive." The palace minister played with his index finger, and the bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his impatience at the moment.

After hearing this, the cook, who was crying a second ago, immediately quieted down, turned around and glanced at Jiang Qiao'er, who was sitting in place, and left in despair.

The cook's eyes were terrifying. Jiang Qiao'er shrunk her neck timidly, and her gaze sneaked to the face of the palace minister.

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