"Really?" Lu Liangwei asked.

Knowing if she was referring to disturbing him, Long Ying touched her head, "Really." "She's been sleeping so obediently, how can she disturb him?

"Then I'm really unattractive." Lu Liangwei deliberately made a look of regret.

"What do you think?" Long Yingwan, looking at her smooth and tender face, paused, took her hand, and walked out, "Hungry, hurry back to Fengyi Palace for dinner." ”

Hearing him say this, Lu Liangwei really felt hungry, and his stomach gurgled accordingly.

Seeing his gaze, Lu Liang was slightly embarrassed, grabbed his hand with his backhand, and walked out quickly, and said with a mouth full of desire: "It must be that the baby is hungry." ”

Long Ying chuckled lowly and said jokingly: "It's mine to make the baby's mother hungry." ”

Hearing his quipping words, Lu Liangwei calmed down, glanced at him, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said a little arrogantly: "Forgive you for your innocence!" ”

The corners of Long Marting's lips were hooked with pleasure, and then, like a trick, he took a piece of pastry and handed it to her, "Since you are hungry, let's pad your stomach first." ”

Lu Liangwei was a little surprised when he saw the pastry suddenly appearing in his hand, "Hey, when did you take it?" ”

"Just when I finished tying your cloak." The dragon martingale looked at her dotingly, "Eat quickly." ”

Lu Liang smiled, reached out and grabbed it, and took a bite, it was osmanthus cake, and the entrance was full of the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

She took two bites, looked at the man next to her, and suddenly stuffed the remaining osmanthus cake into his mouth, "The emperor will eat it too." ”

Long Martingale doesn't really like to eat this glutinous rice pastry, but he never refuses Weiwei.

He glanced at where he hadn't bitten, suddenly took her hand, turned the pastry in a different direction, and then took a bite of where she had eaten.

Lu Liang's slightly beautiful eyes widened slightly, watching the man act as a matter of course, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

That's what she's eaten!

"It's delicious." The dragon martingale suddenly leaned over, put her lips to her ear, and whispered.

Lu Liangwei seemed to have been electrified, half of her body was numb, but the unique manly aura on the man's body wrapped her, making her want to pretend that nothing happened, but there was no way.

The dragon martingale stared at her rapidly dyed earlobes, and her throat suddenly rolled.

Lu Liangwei was about to speak, but met the man's dark eyes.

Her lips flared, and before she could react, she was pressed against the wall behind her.

The man's crisp and pleasant breath swept over, she blinked, thinking that he would kiss her, but the next moment, she felt a warm earlobe, and the man's breath was very close to her.

She felt like the hairs were going to rise all over her body.

The fingers on his moon chest, slightly curled, crow-like eyelashes, trembled violently.

Outside the Imperial Study.

Zhao Qian had already prepared the palace lanterns, and waited for the master and Niangniang to come out and go to Fengyi Palace.

As a result, I waited and waited, but I didn't see the master and the mother come out.

Just as he was about to lean over to see what was happening, the door to the study was already open.

The tall figure of his master appeared by the door, holding his mother in his arms.

The mother seemed to be asleep, with long black and thick hair, and her son's arms drooped down, gently fluttering with the master's movements.

Zhao Qian suddenly realized that the mother had not woken up yet.

He competently illuminated the way forward for the two masters.

As everyone knows, Lu Liangwei didn't fall asleep.

She blushed and buried herself in the arms of the dragon martingale, thinking of what had happened behind the door of the imperial study just now, and her face became even redder and hotter.