I don't know how long I sat quietly after "good fragrant ......", smelled the familiar fragrance, and stood up.

"Try it to your taste."

Ran Ran nodded vigorously, starry eyes. Xu hadn't eaten much in a day, and now she was a little hungry.

Gently biting the puff pastry, Ran Ran was a little stunned.

She just casually said that she wanted to eat sweet potato crisp, and it was true that she didn't expect the emperor's craftsmanship to be any better.

But I didn't expect that the dense texture of the puff pastry wrapped the salty aroma of the egg yolk, which well neutralized the sweet and greasy taste of the taro...... Dividing yin is the taste of the queen mother in memory.

Thinking of the queen mother, Ran Ran's eyes couldn't help but darken.

Ziqing saw that Ran Ran's expression was wrong, so he also twisted a taro crisp from the white jade plate in front of him and tasted it.

"But this taro crisp doesn't suit your appetite?"

A second ago, joy was still written on his face, but at this moment, it was eclipsed, and I don't know why.

Ran Ran twisted the taro crisp, didn't hear Ziqing's question, just took care of himself and immersed himself in the past. I don't know how long it took for Fang to come back to his senses, and when he saw Ziqing's eyes falling on him, he couldn't help but call the other party. "Emperor?"

Ziqing fixed his gaze on Ran Ran's cheek and asked. "What happened?"

Ran Ran was stunned, she didn't expect Ziqing to ask her so seriously, and she thought that there was no need to hide it, so she replied.

"It's nothing, it's just ...... It's just that this taro crisp reminds Ran Ran of the queen mother. ”

After speaking, there was a long silence in the air, and Ran Ran didn't know what to say, so she took another bite of the taro crisp and chewed it slowly.

"If you miss your mother in the future," a low, nice voice came from mid-air, "how about this gentleman make pastries for you?" ”

When Ran Ran heard this, she raised her head sharply and looked at Zi Qingqing's elegant face blankly.

Xu is afraid of touching her sad past, so over the years, Xitong has also intentionally or unintentionally avoided the pastries that the queen mother used to make. I never thought about it, but today's emperor took the initiative to mention it. Thinking of the words that had been said to her in the Xitong Pavilion in her mind, Ran Ran's heart moved, and she murmured softly.

"Emperor, you are ...... to Ran Ran It's better. ”

When Ziqing heard this, Qing Han's face moved slightly. "Ran Ran is the emperor of this monarch, this monarch ...... Doing anything for Ran Ran is a matter of course. ”

Ran Ran was startled when she heard Ziqing's words, her fingertips loosened, and the taro crisp in her hand rolled out. Realizing that the pastry in his hand had fallen, Ran Ran hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

But she never thought that this would be the case?

Holding back the pain from his scalp, Ran Ran sighed in his heart.

Why does this embarrassing thing that is rare in a thousand years always happen to her? She just wanted to pick up the taro cake that had fallen, who would have thought that the emperor would reach out to help her? Who would have thought that she was in such a hurry that she forgot to coil her hair, and that long hair was so impartial and so impartial that it was wrapped around the buckle of the emperor's robe?

"Don't move." A nice muffled voice came from overhead.

Ran Ran's heart is like a chicken pecking rice, so she won't move. Today, she really learned what it means to move the whole body.

Thinking of the pain from Fang Cai's scalp, Ran Ran grinned again.

Xu was a little scared, and Ran Ran couldn't help but get a little closer to Ziqing.

The crisp woody fragrance overshadows the familiar slightly astringent medicinal fragrance, if there is nothing, it is neutral and elegant. Ran Ran sighed in her heart, feeling that this fragrance was very suitable for her, so she couldn't help but smell it a few more times.

"Does it still hurt?"

There was a burst of warmth above his head, and Ran Ran didn't realize that his whole body was almost buried in the other party's arms, but he subconsciously shook his head.

Ziqing looked at the Qingli woman who kept rubbing into his arms with some astonishment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but as soon as his fingertips touched the woman's gown, he stopped again, and his calm eyes moved imperceptibly.

He could have easily pushed her away, but somehow he hadn't.

Somewhere on his chest seemed to be gently brushed by feathers, soft as boneless, nephrite fragrant.

The feeling was strange, but he wasn't disgusted.

But if she rejoices, let her be.

"Little Immortal...... See Emperor. ”

Suddenly, a familiar male fairy voice came from outside the fire room.