Chapter 212: The Prime Minister's Cook 27

The loud trumpets echoed throughout the paddock, and the hunters rode back, and the sound of horses' hooves and cheers passed by from time to time.

And the prime minister is still carrying the little cook on his back, walking step by step with two long legs.

The guards of the Royal Forest who followed from afar did not dare to urge, and the clear male voice from front made their faces collapse little by little.

"Don't bite Huahua, be careful to knock your teeth."

"Okay, if Huahua must bite, just bite lightly."

"Huahua is tired of biting, why don't you bite it again in another place."

When night falls, the stars are shining, and the open space by the woods is lit with bonfires and feasts.

Emperor Damin sat on the high platform, the emperor's relatives and ministers sat on both sides of the high platform according to their status one by one, the fragrance of barbecue mixed with the aroma of wine permeated the air, singing and dancing, lively and jubilant.

However, when everyone gradually noticed the figure coming out of the woods, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, except for a series of inhalations and exclamations of surprise.

They saw that the high-ranking prime minister was carrying a little maid on his back, walking slowly from far and near, with a leisurely attitude.

The figure of Fengya Qinghua, under the reflection of the firelight, seems to be a fairy who stepped on the moon.

In the eyes of everyone, the two saluted Emperor Damin, and after being condoled, they returned to their seats.

The feast resumed its staggering, laughter and laughter.

Lianxi stood behind the Prime Minister, feeling the bright and dark scrutiny around her, and even His Majesty the Emperor was curiously sneaking a look at her, with a bewitching little face.

She is just a little maidservant, watching people eat meat and drink wine, but she can only stand stupidly.

Yes! Gassy!

What's even more angry is that Yu Wenhao, the fifth prince at the right table, is feeding Rhubarb to eat barbecue, and Rhubarb is excitedly meowing at him, completely ignoring the old shovel standing aside in the corner.

As if sensing the ferocious gaze of the ripples, Yu Wenhao silently hugged the little yellow cat to the other side, blocked the ripples' vision with his body, and continued to feed the little yellow cat.

"Heh......" a magnetic chuckle came from the front.

The prime minister saw that the little cook was staring straight at the little yellow cat, and asked with a smile: "The pheasant is already roasted by the imperial chef, but Huahua is hungry?" ”

Ripple looked at the pastries and fruits on his table and didn't speak.

I haven't eaten since breakfast, can I not be hungry, this is not nonsense!

"Heh......" There was another pleasant chuckle, and the prime minister beckoned to the little chef, "Come here, sit next to the prime minister." ”

Ripple blinked, sat down obediently, but as soon as he sat down, a big hand wrapped around his waist.

She glared at someone and gritted her teeth: "Let go!" ”

"Huahua, don't think too much," the Prime Minister's subordinates acted like hooligans, but they were a handsome gentleman on their faces.

"If you don't, you won't be able to sit down." He whispered in the ear of the little cook: "The dinner banquet of the spring hunt is not as formal as the palace banquet, and it is allowed to bring concubines. ”

Ripple was stunned for a moment, and after listening to his explanation, he wanted to bite his neck again.

It's just that......

"Eat." Looking at the pastries and fruits handed to her, she hesitated.

Then, ignoring the paws on his waist, he ate silently.

Everyone at the banquet was stunned by the Prime Minister's actions.

This notoriously unapproachable woman, but now she is very fond of famous maidservants, envious, jealous, and surprised.

However, His Majesty the Emperor didn't say anything, and they didn't dare to say much, if they provoked the prime minister unhappy, it is estimated that life would be worse than death in the days to come.