Ming Lanruo hissed and rubbed his forehead. He saw that all his chess pieces were in the wrong place and violated the rules, so he hurriedly picked them up.
She rolled her eyes at him angrily: "Why are you hitting someone? It hurts!"
Cang Qiao looked at her daughter-like look and chuckled.
This girl can only act like this in front of herself. She usually looks calm and cool in front of people outside.
He was very special to her, and this knowledge made him feel good.
He stretched out his hand and placed it on her palm: "You have been looking at it for a long time, take your time, I am not in a hurry."
Ming Lanruo's face turned red immediately, she slapped his hand away and hummed softly: "I just see that you can't change your eunuch's habit, and you still dye your nails!"
Hearing this, Cang Qiao lowered her head and glanced at her fingers. The nails and fingertips were a little red.
"Well, this is Xiao Qi Zi's new recipe for raising hands. It's probably because there are impatiens flowers in the recipe that it's a little dyed. Why, if you like it, I'll have it delivered to you?"
How could Ming Lanruo admit that she was jealous that his hands were prettier than hers, and she lived so meticulously, she just muttered: "Return the impatiens, why don't you continue to use roses, they smell so good?"
Since the rose smell on his body has been suppressed with odor-suppressing pills, his mouth cleanser has been replaced by the pure mint flavored tribute from the Western Regions.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Qiao used the small chess piece to stretch his head.
"Ah, hit me again!" Ming Lanruo covered her head, grabbed a handful of chess pieces on the chessboard and threw them at him angrily: "You are the only one who knows how to hit people with chess pieces!"
"Just you?" Cang Qiao raised her eyebrows, raised her sleeves and swept away all the chess pieces, hitting them on her soft chest.
"Ah!" Ming Lanruo covered her chest, her pretty little face flushed, and she rushed towards him with her teeth and claws bared: "I will fight with you, a great eunuch!"
Cang Qiao leaned forward, wrapped her arms around her, and took her into his arms, like catching a proud cat.
He pressed her into his arms and smiled coldly: "Do you accept it?"
Ming Lanruo nestled in his arms and played with his hand: "The governor is really busy and still has time to tease me here."
Cang Qiao lowered his head and nuzzled her soft cheek with the tip of his nose like a cat, then rested his chin on top of her head: "It's better that you have nothing to do. Ruoruo, you have time, and you have a good brother."
Ming Lanruo's beautiful big eyes narrowed: "I'm telling you, you are not allowed to trouble him."
Cang Qiao closed her eyes and lazily said nothing.
Ming Lanruo had no choice but to put one hand on his chest, raised her head and kissed his bright red and cool lips: "Don't be angry or jealous."
After letting her kiss him for a long time, Cang Qiao sighed, pinched her chin, and sucked her back hard without being polite: "You just have to be sure that I can't do anything to you."
Ming Lanruo snorted softly and held his clothes with her plain hands.
"Ahem... Godfather, His Majesty has a decree for you to enter the palace and be approved as a director." Xiao Qizi's dry cough came from outside the door.
Cang Qiao paused and had to let go of the person in her arms, her face a little gloomy.
Ever since he came back from Northeastern Xinjiang, he had not had much time to get close to his little empress. The last time he visited her at night on a whim was seven or eight days ago.
It’s really irritating to “cultivate one’s moral character” to such an extent!
Ming Lanruo got up from him with a blushing face, sat on his lap and tidied her hair: "Okay, go quickly, His Majesty can't live without you all day."
Therefore, even if he died in his hands, His Majesty would have deserved his death!
Cang Qiao took her hair and tied it into a bun for her. He looked at the girl in his arms with a faint look: "Be careful - be careful!"
Ming Lanruo held his hand sternly: "Ah Qiao, don't worry, I understand the importance. I have grown up for a long time."
Listening to her calling him this way, Cang Qiao's sharp and deep eyes softened: "Yes."
He should trust her ability.
She was the "young princess" in the eyes of those people. She was no longer the little girl who once sat on his lap and hugged him without letting go.
Although he wanted to trap her in his arms and protect her from the wind and rain for the rest of his life, she had her wings.
His little girl wants to fly... This chapter has been completed!
