When Roujia saw Qinglian leading the people away in an instant, she could only reply in a soft voice: "The green ones are salt-pickled bean seedlings, and the snow-colored ones are chicken soup and winter bamboo shoots. They use vegetable seedlings grown by themselves in the backyard. The chicken soup is also made of pheasants. The prince can try it to see how it tastes..."

As she said that, she picked up a few chopsticks for him and put them into the bowl. Xiao Jinyan took a few bites slowly, nodded and praised: "Well, the taste is very good. It is much better than the cooks in the royal palace. You can sit and eat too!"

After saying that, he naturally took her hand and sat beside him.

Roujia was so restrained that she couldn't let go of her hands and feet. After taking a few bites, she stood up and scooped the soup for him. Who knew that when the soup was about to be scooped into his bowl, she saw him staring at him with a burning look. She felt panic, and the spoon in her hand fell down, splashing all over his soup.

"I'm sorry, I...." He was about to take a scarf to wipe the soup stains on his chest, but he picked it up with both hands. He seemed to have endured it for a long time, and he kissed his head when he couldn't touch it.

She gradually collapsed into a pool of spring water in his arms, and the breathing became hotter and hotter. The candlelight was like red like a soldering iron, lit up the whole room.

He picked her up straight up, ran to the edge of the bed a few steps, and pressed her up, regardless of the soup that stained the clothes and quilts, but in just a moment, he had already fallen on the ground. He sighed softly in the gauze tent. The affection was so strong that it was so deep that she was so tired that she could not raise her hand, and he had just stopped.

Her fragrance wet the hair of her temples. He lay on the side and leaned over to kiss her gently. The sweat penetrated into her lips, but she found a faint sweetness. She smiled and said, "It has always been said that beauty is like jade and flowers, but I only realized today that the real beauty is also the most fragrant honey in the world. People -- after only trying it once, they can never forget this taste."

Roujia was already tired and drowsy. After being entangled by him, she shook her head and said, "Stop making trouble, I'm going to sleep. Oh, you're pressing my hair."

He barely moved his shoulders away, but still felt that he was not sleepy. These days, Japan came to stay in the palace to recuperate, so he simply pushed a lot of trivial matters and rested for a few days. So at this time, he was in full spirit. If he hadn't thought that she was unable to deal with it, he would have wanted to spend some more time.

But at this time, she was lying quietly beside her and saw her sleeping face as beautiful as a jade. The girl who was over the age of 16 had a faint childishness in her tranquility. But in addition, she had a different kind of brilliance, like a moon that could illuminate people's hearts.

He gently picked up a strand of her hair in his hand and wrapped it around his fingertips, as if it was very natural, and wrapped it in one place with his hair.

It turns out that the so-called hair-breeding is not a ceremony, but a wish.

He listened quietly to her gentle breathing until the night was as cool as water and he fell asleep everywhere, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep with him.

The next day, when Roujia woke up, she felt that the position beside her was empty. When she reached out and touched her, his warmth had long faded. It seemed that he had already gotten up and left.
Chapter completed!