Chapter 411: With you, every day is a perfect existence

A pair of hands that are in charge of guarding the world's red tassels***, let the tiger sniff the roses, Chu Xujun got a pair of real "thick eyebrows".

The room was full of laughter.

Chu Xujun was not annoyed: "It seems that the prince still needs to practice diligently."

"As the princess wishes."

Next, Wei Ling helped her choose hairpins, earrings, and Yingluo, including curly skirts and the corresponding lipstick color.

By the time the princess finished dressing up, it was time for breakfast and lunch.

Chu Xujun took a bite of the Yangchun noodles placed at the front and felt that the taste was wrong.

The kitchen has all the control of her tastes, and it is impossible to put it up to such a level.

Just looked up at Wei Ling's expectant face and asked her, "How does it taste?"

Chu Xujun is also very honest: "...... Okay?"

Wei Ling leaned over and took a sip, his face full of remorse: "It's a little light."

Chu Xujun: "It's okay, I'll add some sauce."

"Next time I'll improve."

"Okay." Chu Xujun smiled, "How can the dignified King Qin cook for me?"

"The princess also made ice cheese for me, and made tea, didn't she?"

Fortunately, he didn't say it, and next time she will cook for him and eat below.

It's kind of passable.

After finishing his meal, Chu Xujun asked, "What is the prince going to do next?"

Wei Ling also didn't look like he had a plan, but just glanced at the chess and card room in Youyu Pavilion: "The princess wants to ...... Practicing calligraphy?"

Usually at this point, she needs to reconcile accounts with the bookkeeper.

However, no steward has come over today, either the King of Qin has an explanation, or they have this tacit understanding.

It seems that she, the owner, is still "popular"?

Chu Xujun didn't know that her real popularity was still to come, so she just obediently practiced her own words.

Occasionally look up at the husband who is playing against him.

When her wrist was slightly sore, a warm big hand held her: "Xujun, this is too much, a little less imposing."

As he spoke, Wei Ling held her hand and wrote the word "Xi" again, stroke by stroke.

May I ask this word, where is the "point" (,) of "too"?

Wei Ling: "It's better to have more strokes."

Hearing the answer, Chu Xujun knew that he had asked.

She chuckled.

Heh, Wei Ling, who was behind her, couldn't help but feel dry.

"If the prince doesn't feel tired, let's write a few more?"

How could he be tired?

But Chu Xujun was tired.

Hands are not tired and not sore.

But the warmth behind her has always been close to her, the two of them have grinding their ears and temples, the blue sky and the day, Chu Xujun, as a modern person, is a little red-faced.

"Guoguo should be awake? Let's go see it."

"Okay."

The sound was still close to the back of her ear, causing her heart to itch along with her ears.

Chu Xujun was the first to leave his embrace, pretending to be calm.

Wei Ling chuckled, very satisfied with the progress so far.

In the bamboo garden, Guoguo has just woken up, finished eating bamboo shoots, and is eating a snack, her favorite apple.

When he saw the master, he just bit the apple one by one, and occasionally gave her a look.

Chu Xujun had long been used to it, so he went to see the growth of the bamboo and checked the freshness of the rations.

Then she sat in her exclusive gazebo and picked up the unfinished handiwork on the table.

"What is this?" Wei Ling asked curiously.

"A toy for Gogo." Chu Xujun was holding a bamboo shoot cake with freshly sliced apples on top.

There is also a simple wooden duck next to it.

Without waiting for Wei Ling to ask, Chu Xujun replied, "This is the fruit

A toy at the time of the bath. It was too hot, and she didn't like to shower. Look, there's a little mechanism here, and she'll be able to open it and eat an apple, and she'll be able to stand there for a while."

Xujun treats this iron-eating beast with patience, gentleness, and love as always.

Wei Ling thought about it and asked, "I'm a little worried now."

"Worried about what?"

"If we have our child in the future, will Guoguo feel that she has fallen out of favor?"

Chu Xujun's hand stacking the apple cake paused.

Wei Ling thought she was shy because she mentioned "their children".

She looked at her and said, "You reminded me. Guoguo is more than three years old, but where is she going on a blind date?"

Guoguo may be the only giant panda in captivity in the world, and it will mature at about four years old, where will she go to find a matching male panda?

Wei Ling: "......"

Fu smiled again, he should get used to it, his Xujun has never thought differently from others.

Chu Xujun saw King Qin's face, he knew the answer, and came to ask him.

"The prince knows?"

Wei Ling was never reluctant to let her wait: "Coincidentally, a few months ago, Uncle Wu in Yangcheng rescued two injured iron-eating beasts, they were males, probably five or six years old."

That's just right, dozing off God to send the object?

Chu Xujun was stunned, it had been a few months since this happened, and Uncle Wu didn't tell her.

The answer is that Wei Ling confessed at the beginning.

He really ...... Even Guoguo's spouse is so concerned.

In Wei Ling's original plan, after the first night of his and Xujun's "Positive Cultivation", he began to prepare.

If he can't settle down with the Iron Eater, it will inevitably affect his "true" next generation.

Wei Ling just took precautions, and didn't want this to touch the princess so much.

There was a warm touch on her cheek, and before Wei Ling could react, she left.

Soon, Wei Ling pulled her back again, lowered his head, and deepened the shallow taste.

This is the pavilion of the bamboo garden!

But she did it first......

Wei Ling was a little unbearable, he wanted to carry Xujun back to Youyu Pavilion now, but he still held back.

Who knows, but I heard her whisper in my ear: "Don't be here, Wei Ling......"

Wei Ling was a saint and couldn't bear it anymore, he immediately picked up Xujun horizontally and returned to the familiar Youyu Pavilion's stepping bed.

Blue sky and white sun!

White Day Propaganda // Yin!

Chu Xujun was lying on the bed, and he couldn't recall the movement half an hour ago.

Even in modern times...... She swore she wouldn't be that crazy.

It's all on the day of birth, and I forgot about it......

Wei Ling was naked, hugged her and said, "Xujun, I'll dance for you?"

Chu Xujun looked at him, and after coming into contact with his fiery eyes, he understood, and nodded stupidly.

Wei Ling means that if he doesn't move the red tassel *** now, he will move another ***.

Wei Ling casually put on his bedclothes, his dancing was very slow, the clothes he wore were transparent and thin, and there was no trace of flesh in sight, but Chu Xujun experienced the temptation of "forbidden".

The sky finally got a little dark, and Wei Ling, who was sweating all over the body, hugged his wife and bathed together.

When she was up and down, Chu Xujun heard Wei Ling say in her ear, "Xujun, happy birthday."

"You know what? This is the most ordinary day in my imagination, with you and me, eating and drinking, writing and drawing, and bringing cubs...... Guoguo."

Chu Xujun reluctantly opened his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Wei Ling, with you, for me, every day is a perfect existence."

In the next second, brilliant fireworks climbed in my mind and bloomed.