With so many people here, Long Live Lord simply set up a banquet in the Tongxin Palace.

The splendid palace, the dazzling array of delicacies, and the elegant and luxurious Chinese tableware all reflect the profound culture and developed craftsmanship of the Yanchi Dynasty as a powerful country.

The banquet was set up at a round table, Concubine Ning and Cha Cha sat next to each other on one side of Long Live Ye, on the other side was Xiao San, and on Xiao San's right hand was Feng Ming.

Xiao San didn't take the initiative to say a word to Feng Ming at the dinner table.

Long live the Lord in front of everyone, flirting with Concubine Ning and scolding each other without caring about the mood of a single dog.

He was busy every night, unless he was busy until late before he would go to bed in the Tongxin Palace, and he would go to the Bamboo Palace for three hundred and sixty days out of three hundred and sixty-five days in a year.

Concubine Ning said that this time she came to give him a pair of shoes, if he believed it so, then he wouldn't do it.

His beloved concubine, I'm afraid that the excuse he finds can't even hide from a three-year-old child, let alone him.

Father-in-law Li will pick up vegetables for Long Live Lord, and Long Live Lord will serve vegetables for his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law, "Feng Ming Yu I have discussed state affairs this time, and I have not said a word except for state affairs. ”

Long Live Lord was under the table, holding Concubine Ning's delicate little hand in the palm of his hand and placing it on his lap, Concubine Ning sat upright, and the places above her neck that were not covered by clothes were red.

"Are you still jealous?"

In front of her are all delicious dishes made by top imperial chefs, but now Concubine Ning has no mind to focus on delicious dishes.

"I won't eat it."

Long live Lord He smiled happily, and the hand he held with Concubine Ning never let go, and the two of them were as sweet as honey.

At the table, except for Murong Ying and Chongyan, who were still secretly fighting each other, enjoying the delicious tea and He Anjia seriously, and Xiao Fourteen, who was always ignored and only brought by Gonggong Li, no one's mind was placed on the dinner table.

Such as...... Feng Ming.

Xiao San's eyes didn't squint, as if he had never seen Feng Ming before.

Feng Ming's eyes kept glancing at her dishonestly, and when he saw that Xiao San didn't pay attention to her at all, he wanted to pinch the root of his thigh several times.

On the surface, the two of them were silent, and under the table, they felt another dishonest warmth rubbing against their calves......

Xiao San frowned, lowered his eyes, and saw Feng Ming rubbing his leg with his own leg.

Xiao San: "......" This woman, what kind of demon do you want to be.

just slept with him, and left him alone for so long, and now she comes to tease him again, what does she think he is, her exclusive male pet?

After rubbing for so long and not seeing a reaction from the man next to him, Feng Ming rubbed his calf with a coquettish face, took the opportunity to grab him, and tightened his hand suddenly-

"Boom!"

The plate in front of Xiao San shattered, startling everyone to look at him.

Xiao Hum Zi and Xiao Ha Zi squatted in front of Xiao San and picked up the broken plate: "King Xiaoyao, the minions will clean it up for you." ”

Feng Ming saw Xiao San's black face when he got up, and couldn't bear to hide his face and snicker.

This woman is so lawless.

"Third Emperor Uncle, why is your face so red?"

It's okay not to mention Chacha, but when you mention it, everyone thinks that Xiao San's face and ears are very red.

Xiao San hurriedly made an excuse: "Eh...... It's too hot, this dress is a little thick, and I panicked. ”

Feng Ming rested his elbows on the table, tilted his head to look at the man next to him, and said in a playful tone: "Is it really just a panic in clothes?" The Easy King. ”