Chapter 884: The emperor loves to listen to stories told in this palace (95)
"..."
Xiang Xing's cheeks are redder.
Isn’t it? It’s good now, and the dishes she brought over are all cold and hot with the original imperial meal, hot and cold, for several rounds!
And every time it was reheated, a tempting scent of delicacies would float, and she almost couldn't hold back the halazi several times.
It's also reached the critical point just now, I can't help it, I will...
Seeing this scene, the first remark was even more disconcerting, and shook his head as if helplessly.
Immediately he caught the little hand that was still holding him tightly, clasped it tightly in his palm, and then slowly got up.
Leading her to the table of dishes that had been heated for an unknown number of times.
"The lone is also a little hungry. Let's eat with the queen."
The man took Xiang Xing and sat down slowly.
The little guy who has been so hungry that he doesn't know the darkness of the sky, before the delicious food that is close at hand, where does he remember the etiquette rules of the palace.
When the first words fell, she rushed to the table, grabbed her favorite salt-baked chicken drumstick in the imperial dining room, and gnawed loudly.
It smells so good!
Xiang Xing sighed with a full face on the inside, while chewing on chicken thighs like an old ghost who had been hungry for decades.
With that funny and charming face, the first words on the side often laughed.
Not only is it not disgusting, but it is more tight.
Also, it made him more sure about the plan that was about to begin in his heart.
...
Soon, Xiang Xing scanned most of the food on the table, and finally patted his belly contentedly, and slumped on the chair slowly aftertaste.
Until a slender hand slowly covered her little head, rubbing gently.
In his ears, he asked softly and extremely softly: "Xing'er, are you full?"
"Ok……"
Xiang Xing didn't even open his soft eyes, and responded vaguely.
Just listen to another very light laugh.
"Then, rest early."
"..."
The little guy couldn't help but smacked his lips.
Somehow, when she said the first words, she felt a very strong sense of sleepiness, and suddenly struck her...
After a while, Xiang Xing's head tilted, and he really fell asleep.
Seeing her fall asleep, she laughed again at the first remark.
Soon, the little man who was as light as Hongyu hugged and sent him to the dragon couch in the temple of raising the gods.
After carefully covering her with the bedding and putting down all the bed nets, the eyes of those slender eyes, which were still a little tired, flickered, and the color of clarity was restored.
After only staying in front of the dragon couch for a while, the man took a deep breath, then turned around, and walked out of the temple of cultivating the gods.
At that time, the courtyard of the Yangshen Temple was already full of people.
After the first sentence indifferently glanced at the crowd, he nodded and chuckled: "Let's get started."
"Yes!"
...
Almost all the people in the palace were busy all day long this night, preparing for the rest.
However, the yelling sound of being imprisoned in the lonely high palace wall, and the clinking of building something, did not wake up the little guy who was sleeping in the entire palace at all.
It wasn't until early the next morning that Xiang Xing woke up slowly from this particularly good quality sleep.
However, when she opened her sleepy eyes in a daze, what she saw was Xiao Nan laughing and holding red makeup.
The little guy suddenly looked confused: "Xiao Nan, this is..."
"Mother, don't ask, after all you asked the little one, and the little one won't say it!"