Her whole mind fell into a state of selflessness.

She heard the cold-faced man's voice, but she didn't know it.

There was no sound at the moment, and he probably left.

She said secretly. Slowly closing his eyes, he hovered silently over a question. Images flashed through her head, and all she had to do was connect the broken things together, and when she seemed to have an idea, her clear eyes suddenly opened, and the water was clear and clear, and her eyes sparkled.

She walked to the desk, pulled off the plum blossom and bamboo hairpin on the green silk, and removed the seal at one end, revealing a piece of blackened charcoal, which was faintly depicted on the spread of white rice paper.

Sometimes she frowns thoughtfully, and sometimes she smiles.

The afterglow of the slanting sun shined through the lattice, casting a smooth and creamy rosy cheek, bringing out a strange halo, and her serious expression at the moment looked so beautiful and moving that it almost made people unable to open their eyes.

Her eyebrows are stretched, her eyes are shining, the water waves are long, the corners of her beautiful lips, the faint dimples, spinning a moving pear vortex, she lifts the pen vigorously, and the pen is engrossed, as if she is painting a picture of great pride in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally put down the charcoal in her hand and stretched out contentedly. Looking sideways, she saw that it was dark outside, and realized that she had been in her room all day.

She walked slowly, and pushed open the door comfortably, but was shocked to bump into a deep pool of clear and clear water, and he had not left, but had been waiting at the door.

"Uh-you're still there?"

The clear eye waves, slightly water-marked, circled and circled, rippling open the bottom of her eyes, she raised her eyes, and the corners of her mouth naturally flowed a soft smile.

"Since it's still there, let's come in and have a cup of herbal tea." She was polite and took a step back.

Gong Huangjue's suspicious gaze fell lightly on her calm and smiling face, he narrowed his deep black pupils slightly in confusion, and pressed one hand on her shoulder, enduring some kind of angry airflow.

"What the hell are you up to, woman?"

Since she was in a bad mood, why couldn't she see any bad signs on her face at the moment. However, if she hadn't been angry, then why did she lock herself up in the Lonely Wind Tower for a whole day, shut up, torture herself without eating or drinking, and why?

Rong Qiao smiled lightly, her clear eyes staring straight at his black jade-like pupils.

"Nothing, didn't you say, if I'm hungry, I'll come out to eat? I'm hungry right now. She winked mischievously at him.

"Thank you for caring about me, Xiao Juejue." She had called him that on purpose, and teased him, and it was evident that his indifferent cheeks were stained with a pale red rouge.

Gong Huangjue was a little uncomfortable stared at by Rong Qiao's smiling gaze, it was early autumn, why did he feel so hot at the moment. At that moment, he cleared his throat and said coldly: "Woman? It is necessary to be well-behaved and gentle, so that she is called a woman. What kind of woman are you? ”

He reached out and ruffled the hair on her forehead. "Let's go." He grabbed her like a bird, pulled her into his arms, and hurried towards the hall of Prince Zhong's mansion.

In the hall, there are only Chunlan and Chunyue who are with them, and Lao Liu, who is serving in the kitchen.

Gong Huang Jue almost grabbed Rong Qiao all the way to the hall, he fixed her in her position, and his cold gaze quietly fell on Lao Liu, who was standing beside him.

"Lao Liu, you can pass the food."

"Yes, my lord. The kitchen has been waiting for a long time, and the minions are coming. ”

Lao Liu bowed away, and after a little effort, a plate of fragrant dishes was served on the table.

There are 16 dishes such as magpie plum, butterfly slices, ginger fish fillet, spiced pigeon, sweet and sour lotus root, pickled green cauliflower, spicy cabbage roll, monk prawns, fried fresh shellfish on skewers, fried beef tenderloin with green onions, chicken with oyster sauce, fresh mushroom and cabbage heart, and finally a soup comes up, which is a first-class official swallow.

Rong Qiao looked at the table full of dishes, her eyes widened, wouldn't it, this was to please her?

Her surprised gaze fell on the corner of Gong Huangjue's eyes, and the corners of his cold lips curved.

"Eat, woman. Aren't you hungry? Just looking at it, you won't be full. "You are a disobedient woman.

Rong Qiao opened her lips slightly, and she stared at Gong Huangjue wordlessly.

This guy, what? It's so uncute to gag her with her words.

However, for the sake of such a sumptuous dish, she Rong Qiao will not worry about this cold-faced man for the time being.

Her eyes sparkled, and she lifted her chopsticks and immediately grabbed a piece of fish fillet and swallowed it into her lips.

Gong Huangjue looked at her quietly, he felt that this woman really didn't look like a woman when she was eating, and that greedy look of enjoyment was a demeanor that ordinary daughters in boudoirs would not have.

But he just looked at it, and it was cute. Three words very cute, crossed his head, and the lines on his face suddenly froze.

Where is she cute? He glanced at her with disdain. The hands were already stretched out to scoop a bowl of first-grade official swallows for Rong Qiao and put them in front of her.

"Woman, no one is robbing you, let's drink some soup first." He instructed: "Drink slowly, you will waste anything that is no longer good." ”

Rong Qiao gave him a fierce look, what is it and what?

How she wants to eat, he still cares about her, is there any heavenly reason?

At that moment she picked up the bowl without a lady, and drank it all in a moment, and deliberately drank it sound.

When she had finished drinking, she put it down contentedly and sneered at him demonstratively.

Gong Huangjue's thick eyebrows were slightly raised, but the angle at which the cold and hard lip line was torn apart became larger and larger.

Rong Qiao, who was trying hard to eat in the dishes, seemed to notice a playful gaze looking at her. She turned her head and gave a cold light, but that gaze was not caught by her.

At that moment, she had to continue to eat suspiciously, but the fun brilliance in Gong Huangjue's dark eyes was as bright as stars in vain.

Rong Qiao, who was full of burps, couldn't eat anymore, so she put down the chopsticks in her hand stupidly.

Whoever told this chef to cook so good food that she almost swept the dishes and rolled them up.

When she patted her full stomach and stretched her waist, she heard Gong Huangjue's laughing voice.

She looked sideways, her face was slightly embarrassed, and her temperature increased slightly.

When your fingers touch your cheeks, you feel a slight hot sensation that spreads from your cheeks to your fingertips.

Couldn't help but glared at Gong Huangjue angrily.

"What do you see, I've never seen a beautiful woman eating." She said imposingly, the light flashing above the clear eye waves.

Hahaha –

The rich timbre, floating with a magnetic smell, resounded heartily over the hall.

Gong Huangjue's cold and hard lips completely softened, and his deep and cold black jade eyes were shining brightly.

There is like a huge magnetic field that charms the soul and absorbs people bit by bit.

She could clearly see her own shadow, her slightly annoyed expression, and even a hint of shyness.

In the quiet space, the eyes were facing each other, and at the moment of staring, there was an inexplicable flame burning on their respective chests. Rong Qiao couldn't help but stretch out the tip of her cute tongue and licked the corners of her lips that were a little dry, she felt restless, and her body was inexplicably hot.

His deep, fiery light flickered in his dark pool, and the water was blurry, as if clothed in moonlight, hazy and a little bewitching.

As if fascinated, she slowly reached out and reached out to his handsome and flawless features, her fingertips sliding to the cold crescent mask, and gently flicking it open, revealing the snow wolf totem on his cheek.

Oh my God, she's looking at him at the moment, he's really good-looking, good-looking.

The flying sword eyebrows, the deep and cold dark eyes, always flashing with elite and sharp light, but at this moment they are gently flying all over the sky, raising a pool of spring water, constantly rippling ripples, the water is shining, and it is as beautiful as a mirage.

Up close, she looked at the bridge of his nose, at his slightly holding his breath, the hot breath seemed to blow on her cheeks, triggering the heart on her heart, as if it began to beat irregularly.

Pounding –

I don't know if it's hers or his, but the drum seems to be being struck hard, and it's beating really hard.

She could barely hold it anymore, and was about to be swept in by his pretty eyes.

His head slowly lowered towards her, lowering his lips with a perfect cold arc, slowly approaching her delicate red lips and gently brushing her lips.

The soft touch flashed, and with a bang, it hit her brain, and in the same way, the sensation of electricity penetrating her body made her head clear in vain.

She pushed hard with both hands, and said with a crimson face: "That, uh-Gong Huangjue, I'm full, you eat slowly, I'll go first." She got up and hurried away, her steps a little unsteady, and it seemed that she was almost deserted.

The night breeze blew, and the heat on her body subsided a lot, and her head cleared up a lot.

But his fingers inexplicably touched the place where his lips had been rubbed, and there was a slight wave in his heart.

God, she couldn't think about it anymore, and shook her head, she took a few steps and ran back to the Lone Wind Building as quickly as the night fell.

Gong Huangjue, who stayed in the hall, looked at the dishes on the dinner table, there were almost no traces of the dishes, and he was interested in lifting the chopsticks to pick up the remaining cold sauce.

Lao Liu on the side stepped forward, and he said, "Lord Wang, why don't you let the servant order the kitchen to get a few more dishes." ”

He shook his head, chewed the leftovers into his lips, and tasted the fragrance left by Rong Qiao, the soft fragrance left on the lip flap, which was very good.

He smiled. "No need, that's it, no need to waste."

He was in a good mood and continued to drink the remaining Yipin Guan Yan soup slowly.

Lao Liu's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, what happened to the prince today? Is there nothing left in front of you? It's all some fragmented stumps, why does the prince still eat with relish?

But he understands the principles that should be kept in mind as a subordinate, not to see what should not be seen, and not to think about what should not be considered.

He stood silently and said no more.