Chapter 866: The emperor loves to listen to stories told by the palace (77)
Thinking about the recent busyness, it seems that he hasn't seen her eat with such peace of mind for a long time.
Fortunately, this turmoil in Ximeng is proceeding in an orderly manner, and it will be completely over soon.
Then I can take her back...
Thinking about the long-awaited plan in his mind again, the man couldn't help but smile.
The smiling face of Qingjun, under the faintly shrouded of the white moonlight, is even more exquisite and intoxicating.
Of course, Xiang Xing, who was eating a small snack, was completely unseen.
It was because of eating too much, which made the man beside him gradually show displeasedness.
"hiss."
Finally, the first word hissed uncontrollably, and immediately stretched out his slender arm, and directly snatched her precious red bean cake from the little guy.
"...!"
The pastry in his hand suddenly disappeared, and Xiang Xing couldn't help trembling abruptly, and then he turned his eyes softly and glared at the man who snatched the food.
He pouted aggrievedly and hummed in protest, "How can you **** someone else's snacks for a dignified monarch of a country."
"What other people's, isn't this snack for the queen alone?"
The first word smirked, and even deliberately sent the bite of the red bean cake directly into the mouth, chewing and swallowing it with relish.
In the eyes of the jewel-like eyes, the color of willfulness is even more, "And the queen is right, the lonely king of a country, this inch of grass and land of Haiqi, everything, of course, belongs to me."
"Including these snacks, including you."
When the hoarse words fell, Xiang Xing felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and the handsome face with a wicked smile suddenly approached.
Bow his head and drop a kiss.
...
After a while, the man smiled low and let go of the stunned little guy.
He slapped his lips with endless aftertaste, and fluttered his lips: "Well, the sweetness and fragrance of this red bean cake are really just right."
As he said, he suddenly turned his gaze to Father Antu who was waiting beside him, then raised his slender fingers and swayed gently, "Go and give some money to the chef who cooks the dim sum."
"……Yes."
Antu didn't know that it was the saint who wanted to dismiss him, so he smiled slightly, turned and left.
In the huge back garden, suddenly only Xiang Xing and No. 1 Ci were left.
And the little guy who had just been attacked, hasn't slowed down at this moment, still looks sluggish.
Seeing the man laughed again and again, he hurriedly fished her into his arms and circled her lightly.
After thinking about it, he leaned over that small ear again, and whispered quietly: "Xing'er, do you still remember the thing you promised me when you were on the Xilan Peak that day?"
"……what."
Hearing the gentle but faintly dangerous words, Xiang Xing reacted with an embarrassment, and his cheeks snapped.
To be honest, she was too busy recently, she really forgot...
Thinking, the little guy paused, hurriedly pinched his little finger, and counted.
The more I count, the more disturbed.
It seems to have been delayed for many days.
No wonder this guy feels a little angry...
After thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help but puffed up his little dumpling face and thought for a while.
In the end, I chose to be soft. In that broad and warm embrace, the milky voice murmured: "I'm sorry, Aci...I, I will make up from today, okay..."
"……Ok?"
The first remark raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
He thought that she might not admit it awkwardly.