The system was still waiting for Little Dill to answer her questions, but after an "oh" word, she didn't hear the host speak.

"Host, host?" Namzhi tried to call her.

"What, wondering why?" Dill asked in a casual voice with a bit of casualness.

"Uh-huh, yes"

"Then ......" After a meaningful pause, "please me"

Nam Zhi couldn't see the expression on the host's face at the moment, but according to her guess, it must be the kind of smugness that the tail was about to reach the sky.

The system wants to say it hard, I don't beg you, but thinking of Xiao Dill's "glorious deeds", she still knows the times and coaxes "Please, please, host"

"Dasha, I'll tell you, you must remember everything I say in the future, this time you ask me to forget it, next time something will happen" Dill said, "There is a cheap don't take advantage of the bastard, as the emperor, I naturally have to enjoy the emperor's welfare."

Nanzhi "It seems that my host has fully adapted to the identity of the original owner, and it is also great to open and close my mouth."

After freshening up and changing clothes, it's time for breakfast.

Perhaps it is a habit developed by going out on expeditions all year round, and Emperor Nanwu is exceptionally simple in his diet.

Dill looked at the dishes on the table of the Eight Immortals of Golden Silk Nanmu, a bowl of white porridge, two dishes of pickles and a cornmeal steamed bun, and her brows tightened again.

Dill slammed the white jade and gold-inlaid chopsticks on the table, and shouted in a deep voice: "What are they?" ”

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly dropped to below zero, and rows of palace maids and eunuchs shrank and knelt on the ground.

When the nine thousand years old entered the main hall, what he saw was the scene of Emperor Nanwu's face full of anger, and the hall was full of kneeling people.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry"

Dill followed the sound, and her eyes touched a handsome face, who was dressed in a large red eunuch's robe, and his hair was tied high. The whole person does not have the slightest trace of femininity, but shows the masculinity of a man in his prime.

Under Dill's gaze for a long time, the man seemed to show a little shyness, yes, not fear or panic, but a slight redness on his face and a slight shyness in his eyes.

"The servant thought that His Majesty must be tired of eating these, so today I will change the taste of the imperial dining room" The crisp male voice was clean and neat, and the man said while directing the palace people behind him to put the dishes on the table.

The aroma of food spilled into Dill's nose, and she finally looked away from Nanlin.

As far as the eye can see, simple to simple dishes have been replaced by more than two dozen plates full of delicacies.

Five or six kinds of porridge, seven or eight plates of vegetarian dishes, five or six plates of meat dishes, seven or eight kinds of staple foods plus four or five kinds of desserts. It can be seen that each dish is carefully cooked, whether it is from the external color and aroma, the plating or the inner taste, it is the best quality.

Dill slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and a shallow smile appeared in her dark and bottomless eyes: "Nanlin has a heart"

"It is the duty of a slave to do his best for His Majesty"

Dill looked at the man, who was now hunched down, his back bent, and his whole person looked extremely respectful and humble.

But somehow, Dill could faintly sense that the man in front of him would never be what he appeared.

His back should be rather bent than bent, his body should be straight and loose, and the expression on his face should naturally not be the current curvy and flattering appearance, but should be ...... Like herself, she is the arrogance of no one in her eyes.