"Little Bird Slave spoke, how could this king refuse." Helian Zheng sat on the back chair, his hands folded, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and his mellow voice was so thick that he pinched out the aroma of wine, revealing an ambiguity that seemed to be nothing.

Qiao Tianhua was quite eye-catching, and immediately insisted on chopsticks, clamped a piece of soft-shelled turtle, and fed Helian Zheng.

"Your Highness, is it delicious?" Qiao Tianhua's dark eyes kept rolling.

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