Chapter 287: The Prime Minister Arrives (30)
The man's gentle and evil eyes stared at her without blinking, Dongfang Li's heart was pounding, and the unsubsiding flush on his face deepened again.
Because he was pinched by the other party's fingers, he couldn't dodge, so he tried to stagger his eyes, and said, "I, I don't want to know." ”
After speaking, he secretly looked at the other party and observed the man's face.
Jun Qing's long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes narrowed, approached the girl's ear, exhaled like an orchid, and sultry people's souls: "Kechen wants His Majesty to know, what should I do?" ”
In an instant, Dongfang Li's heart was beating wildly, and he subconsciously protected the front of him: "No, no need, I, I'm hungry now, I want dinner." ”
After speaking, the beautiful peach blossom eyes looked hard at the table, and this posture was really like being hungry.
Jun raised his eyebrows lightly, and did not poke the other party's mind, and let go of his fingertips: "It's good for the minister to serve His Majesty's meal." ”
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Jun lightly picked up the jade chopsticks and sandwiched a chicken leg and approached the girl's mouth: "Please enjoy it, Your Majesty." ”
Dongfang Li blushed and blushed, obediently biting down a piece of meat, and his lips were closed one by one, oily and tempting.
Jun Qingfeng's eyes are deep, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes are full of evil.
Turning his wrist, he leaned over the side of the chicken leg intact towards the other person.
Dongfang Li was still eating obediently, and he didn't notice the strange appearance of the man behind him.
Jun's light eyes deepened little by little, and scarlet and bloodlust flashed under his eyes.
She really couldn't help it.
"Prime Minister, I want to eat osmanthus fin fish." Suddenly, Dongfang Li's crisp and pleasant voice sounded.
Jun Qing's eyes gradually cleared, put down the chicken leg, picked up a piece of fish meat according to his words, carefully picked out the thorns, and sent them into the other party's mouth.
Dongfang Li squinted his beautiful peach eyes with satisfaction, his cheeks bulged into buns, and he chewed food.
"Prime Minister, I still want it." Dongfang swallowed the contents of his mouth and pointed to the fish.
Jun lightly suppressed the restlessness in his heart and sandwiched another piece for her.
"Prime minister, I still want it."
Dongfang Li quickly finished eating, raised his chin, and looked at the fish on the table, like a greedy flower cat.
Jun Qing didn't listen to her this time, and the chopsticks stretched out to a plate of vegetarian dishes: "Your Majesty, let's eat some ingredients." ”
Dongfang deflated his mouth, not very happy, stared at the dishes between the chopsticks, and reluctantly ate them.
Time galloped, until the moon hung high and the night was deep, Jun Qing served Dongfang Li to lie down.
Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a gentle mark on his eyebrows: "Your Majesty, see you tomorrow." ”
Dongfang Li blushed, turned around, and did not respond.
Jun chuckled, shook his head and walked out of the dormitory.
After the person left, Dongfang Li breathed a long sigh of relief, turned over and touched his eyebrows, his cheeks were hot like fire, a little trance, and slowly fell asleep.
On Jun Qing's side, as soon as he got out of the carriage, he saw Gao Wenbo standing at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a neat dress, followed by a guard.
"Come in." Jun was expressionless, and stepped into the mansion with his feet raised.
Gao Wenbo followed, but the guards were stopped by the family at the door.
Jun Qing ignored it, Gao Wenbo couldn't, and hurriedly followed.
Entering the living room in the front yard, before Jun Qing sat down, Gao Wenbo hurriedly asked, "Where is she?" ”
Jun frowned lightly, lifted his robe, sat down unhurriedly, and then looked at Gao Wenbo with an anxious face.
"People are naturally in my Prime Minister's Mansion, whether they can be taken away by you tonight depends on how much Lord Taifu is willing to pay."
Jun Qing picked up the teacup brought by the next person, approached the corner of his mouth, blew it, and took a sip slowly.