"Do you want me to eat enough so that I can be reincarnated?"

This person likes Chu Changge's little woman who hums and wipes tears at every turn, on the contrary, he never likes a rude and fierce female man. Thinking that it was important to save her life, she muttered her little mouth and carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, even her little eyes were pitiful.

Her intimate gesture made the corners of his tense mouth rise, and his phoenix eyes were as elongated and upturned as the corners of his lips, "No, your head is very noble, and I will keep your master's head for the rest of my life." It's almost time to get to the imperial dining room, so if you want to eat, just tell the imperial chef. ”

At this moment, he was actually smiling, but Xiaoyu really couldn't laugh at all, her legs were still numb and painful, and she couldn't break away from this person, and after an afternoon of sunbathing in the scorching sun, her body was about to dry up, how could he laugh at her by abusing her like this?

Before, she felt that she knew this person quite well, but since Chu Changge returned to him, she couldn't read it anymore.

"Your Majesty, isn't it fun for you to give me a slap with your left hand and rub it with your right hand? If I were a stone, then I wouldn't have any sense, but I'm a flesh-and-blood person, and you make me hurt a lot like this!"

One didn't hold back, Xiao Yu frowned and roared out these words, although his heart was a little more comfortable, but this mouthful, he immediately repented, looked at the corners of his sinking mouth, and wanted to smoke his own ear melon seeds, she thought that she had lived too long, maybe this person would punish her for kneeling when she was angry, and not give her rations, or simply throw her down and let her fend for herself.

She stiffened her chapped mouth, looking at his cold face, he was silent, and he didn't leave her behind, and he was indifferent all the way until he sent her to the imperial dining room.

When the servants and the imperial kitchen saw that the emperor was coming, they saluted, and the imperial chef was surprised, what did the emperor do at this hour, but the food they made was not in line with the emperor's taste, and he was afraid to speak, only to hear the emperor's order, "Make her something to eat." ”

After saying that, he put the little fish down, turned around and left with a fist, and the kneeling minions shouted long live to send the emperor off.

The head of the imperial chef looked at Xiao Yu, she was clearly wearing a maid's costume, and her status did not seem to be much higher than them, but this woman was personally brought over by the emperor, and he also ordered them to cook food for her, even that Qin Guifei had never been treated like this. Presumably after the mysterious disappearance of Father-in-law Yu, the emperor is looking for a new love.

Everyone guessed in their hearts, and they rushed up to her, flatteringly asking her what she liked to eat, and treating her as if she were a Lafayette.

Xiaoyu really needs to be served by a good student, and when she becomes the master, she tells these people to rub her legs and pinch her back.

......

Late at night, there was a strong wind, and the osmanthus forest not far from the Changle Palace fell a small yellow petal, and some people had been standing in the distance, watching the lights in the Changle Palace stop, and then quietly passed.

When the maid at the door saw this man coming, she saluted, "The slave and maid have added those drowsy powders to the lamp oil according to the instructions of the king, and their mother and daughter are already asleep, and they can't wake up anymore." ”

"Okay, let's go down and get the reward. As soon as he withdrew his hand, he let the servant go down.

The maid didn't know why the emperor did this, he had to let her stun them, he was the emperor, he ruled the world, what to do, can't he be when they are awake?

When the servant left, the hand in his sleeve trembled slightly, his fingertips touched the door frame, gently pushed it open, the door creaked, and as he stepped in, the cold moonlight behind him also followed, sprinkling a bend of silver white on the floor tiles.

He put his steps very lightly, slowly walked into the inner room, he took out the fire fold under his sleeve, lit the lamp in front of the bed, and suddenly the room was lit, the oil light line was dim and reflected the face of the woman on the bed, she and Ruan Shuo were at the same end, sleeping very deeply and soundly, but she didn't seem to sleep very well, her brows were frowned tightly, and deep lines were pulled out between her eyebrows.

He put down the fire, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at her quietly, she was not sleeping well, her arms were exposed, it was already autumn, and it was even more exposed, and this little thing was not afraid of the cold.

He wanted to stuff her hands under the quilt, but as soon as he held her hands, another scene rushed out of his head, today she was in the Jiaofang Palace, rolled up her sleeves, she pulled her throat and asked him, "Haven't I ever been born and died for you?" Why do you only believe in Chu Changge and don't believe me?"

Murong Yan rolled up her sleeve little by little, and the three deep and shallow scars blocked into his eyes, and his heart hurt, the right hand that held the power of life and death in the world was trembling at the moment, and his fingertips were caressing the scars on her arms in the tremors, whether heavy or light.

The windows of the room were closed, except for the sparkling of oil lamps, there was no other sound, and the night was quiet and peaceful, and suddenly the man's voice sounded, rough and low, "I remember that this on this forearm was that you were mistakenly poisoned by the drug, and in order to keep you awake, you picked up the candlestick and stabbed it." These two are the knives you blocked for me. ”

His hand slowly moved towards her palm again, there was also a pink scar there, his five fingers were soft into her fingers, and he held her hand hard, "Even if you have this mark on your palm, you scratched it so as not to affect me." What you did for me, how can I not remember?

Speaking of which, he paused suddenly, and his throat choked slightly, itching and aching, and he could not speak any more.

Murong Yan twisted his eyebrows, put her cold hands under the futon, lifted the corners of the quilt again, tucked it at her neck, and he was about to get up and leave quietly, just like when he came, but her lips moved, frowning and muttering softly, as if calling someone's name in a dream.

He sat down again and leaned closer to listen, who was she calling? Hearing this, Murong Yan's brows furrowed deeper, and she was calling one by one-Chrysanthemum Boy, Chrysanthemum Boy, don't you go......

Who will the chrysanthemum boy be? Chrysanthemum, Lang, is it Bai Shaoyao?

It wasn't him that she was thinking about in her dreams, but Bai Shao.

His throat was choked again, and his eyes were full of anger, at this moment, he really wanted to reach out and grab her neck and strangle her to death, but his hand felt extremely hot when he reached his neck and eyes, and then probed her forehead, the temperature was even hotter, and she had a high fever......

I remembered that she had been hungry for a day, and she was kneeling outside, and the night was windy, and she was afraid that she was cold.

He treated her like this, no wonder he wanted Bai Shao to take her away, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't restrain it anymore, so he lifted her up and hugged her into his arms, "Xiaoyu, it's me who is not good......"

Xiaoyu slept in a daze, and dreamed of the chrysanthemum boy a moment ago, when they lived in Yunshui Town and lived a leisurely life, but as soon as Xia Wan'an appeared, Bai Shaoyi left her and followed Xia Wan'an's bad woman, she kept shouting and begging him not to go, but he still left, and walked without any nostalgia......

But the next moment, a burst of rich and cold osmanthus fragrance came to the nose, the smell was like the osmanthus cake made by the mother, it smelled very good, although the chrysanthemum boy left, and Murong Yan also rolled into the arms of other women, but she at least had her mother, and her mother was the person who loved her the most in the world, and she would never leave her.

But his heart was depressed, and he was very sentimental, and when he sniffed his nose, he cried in a sullen voice, "Mother, those two are not good things, one ran away with Xia Wan'an, and the other ......"

When she mentioned that person, she was even more aggrieved and cried even more, "There is one that is even more stinky and shameless, clearly saying that Chu Moumou is his past, and I am his future, but in a blink of an eye, ...... He rolled the sheets with the woman. Mother, you say, how can he be so stinky and shameless, one moment with Lao Tzu Qingqing and me, and the next moment with Chu Moumou? I dig out my heart to these two, why don't they recognize me well?"

She sobbed, and spoke intermittently, beating him several times with her hands and dances, and then heard her whimper and muffled, "No matter what, even if Lao Tzu is unladylike, who has not been ruined by brutes in his youth......?" But...... This encounter with two brutes is too bad......"

Murong Fang didn't know that this person's nature was so fierce and tricky, he and Bai Shaoyi were called beasts, a monarch and a general, how could they become beasts in her mouth? Qin Xiaoyu, have you ever seen such a good-looking beast?

After she finished speaking, she burst into tears again, hugged him and called him mother one by one, tears streaming down his cheeks, wetting him.

"Qin Xiaoyu, I'm not your mother, if you wake up and see that I am one of those two, what will you do?" He knew that she wouldn't open her eyes and couldn't hear what he said, so he still talked to her so stupidly.

He sighed lowly, took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, and wiped away her tears with warmth, "You little thing, why do you love to cry so much?

Only then did he shut up, smirked again, and said to himself.

She made a fuss for a while, and finally calmed down, as if she was tired of crying, and the nightmare passed, but her brows kept tight, and he felt the little wooden comb he had been carrying with him from his chest, and thought to himself, if he left a gift, would she be happier?

But as soon as it was stuffed under her pillow, her hand trembled, and she picked it up.

If she had left this, she would have found out that he had been here late at night, and besides, it was the wedding gift he intended to give her, but the thought of the newlywed ...... His eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, his hands clenched tighter, and the sharp teeth of the comb cut at his palm. ---Off topic---

I always want to have more Sundays, but every Sunday is a variety of things. So far, I've only written about 3,000, so I'm sorry......

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