When she faced this sister, there was a significant temperature in her words, like falling from the Nine Heavens into mortal dust, with a hint of fireworks.

"Heck, this palace doesn't drink a lot now, and it's not in the way to indulge once in a while."

Sheng Nanru sat down in a position away from Sheng Han's sleeve, and looked at her with a smile, "Who made the palace happy, Qi sleeve not only returned safely, but also brought back a wishful Langjun......

His eyes turned to the man opposite with the words, "The famous Zhan Wang has taken a fancy to our Xiao Qisleeve, Your Majesty, look at it, these two children look right!" ”

The clothes prepared by the palace people for Sheng Hansleeve were mainly red, and they happened to be matched with Pei Lingqi as a couple, and it was especially harmonious to stand together and look at it.

It sounded like a compliment, and it should have been a good word for a man who wanted to be recognized so that he could marry a little girl, but his hand under the table clenched so tightly that the joints were white.

It turned out to be her.

Pei Lingqi's eyes were full of ink, the disgusting woman back then turned out to be the imperial sister of the Empress of the Eternal Night.

Intense hatred collided with reason in his chest, and he suppressed the rising tyrannical desire - he couldn't kill this woman, at least not yet.

Sheng Hansleeve didn't listen carefully to what the empress sisters said, just because she found out that something was wrong with the man, his facial lines were tense, and there were faint signs of loss of control.

She opened her lips blankly, what was going on?

Sensing the little girl's suspicious gaze, Pei Lingqi lifted her eyelids to look over, crashed into her clear smoke-blue move, and suddenly felt that she was unbearably dirty.

The man's thin lips opened lightly, and he silently called out two words: "Sleeve sleeve." ”

Reading his unvoiced lips, Sheng Hansleeve almost ran to him desperately to hug him, but reality did not allow it, she could only whisper: "I'm here." ”

"Ouch, look at these two children, their feelings are so deep that they are in front of us, and this palace is envious, how good it is to be young." Sheng Nanru raised her voice sharply and slammed her eardrums.

Pei Lingqi frowned very quickly, resisting the desire to kill, and his face tried his best to soften.

Sheng Han's sleeves flashed slightly, and he smiled respectfully at her "compliment".

As usual, she didn't pay attention to the girl's every move, Sheng Nanru swept over Pei Lingqi, who had stiff facial features.

sighed secretly, such a handsome son, but now that he has grown up, he has no taste.

This is known as the god of war, and the war prince of Fanyu is her only regret in the first half of Sheng Nanru's life.

Sheng Beifeng didn't understand why she paired Qi Sleeve with Pei Lingqi in every sentence, but in front of everyone, it was not easy to save the face of the imperial sister, so she exposed this stubble in a few words.

A rectangular table sits the empress and the four princesses, Sheng Hansleeve and Pei Lingqi, the imperial husband, and Sheng Nanru.

The empty one was originally reserved for Xiao Wenjiang, but he was ill and did not attend the dinner.

Eating without saying a word, Sheng Beifeng lifted the chopsticks, and everyone felt that they didn't speak anymore, and there was only a faint chewing sound in their ears.

Sheng Nanru was used to being reckless in her early years, so that she injured herself, but now she really can't drink and have fun at will, and the empress dissuaded her, so she didn't touch the wine jug.

However, if she doesn't touch it, it doesn't mean that she will finish the feast in peace. About halfway through, she lifted her teacup.

"Xiao Qisleeve was lost for no reason, and now she is coming back safely, but it is a great joy and worth celebrating, we might as well have a drink together - the palace can't drink alcohol, so replace it with tea."

After saying that, she looked directly at the handsome man with dark eyes almost defiantly.

Sheng Hansleeve observed the direction of her gaze, and his eyebrows jumped fiercely, inexplicably feeling that the situation was not good.