There was no sound after a while, and Long Fei was displeased in his heart, and said coldly, "Let's retire if you leave it alone."
In the room, only another thin breathing sound was heard, but there was still no sound.
Long Feili was furious and opened his eyes suddenly.
A woman stood by the door with a rattan basket in her hand, frowning her brows and squinting her eyes, looking around.
For a moment, Long Feili sneered away.
"roll!"
Zhu Qi gritted his teeth, stuck his butt on the chair, raised his chin, and said, "I won't get out! It's your mother who asked me to come and serve you at night—"
"I don't need you to serve the night!"
Zhu Qi hummed slightly, then chuckled again, "Who will serve you at night, I'm talking about supper."
Looking at the smiling face in front of him, the slightly pouted mouth, and the smile full of eyes, there is only more anger in Long Fei's heart, not that face, but that smile, that smile with that person's charm, and anger. Indiscriminate, unable to attack for a while, staring fiercely at the person in front of him.
"You didn't say you were going to be the master of me, why did you suddenly turn your back on me?"
Her voice whispered in his ear again.
Yes, he even said that ridiculous thing at the time.
A small seven, a comb, enough to arouse his inner demons.
And the sound of Ai.
All kinds of things related to her, no matter how small, are his nightmares.
So, he was out of control, doing those ridiculous things in front of everyone.
Anyone who knows both of them knows it.
When I was young, I thought I could use those women to ease his thoughts.
Wan Yi, Luo Jin, what if one is more similar than the other
But they, all the women who look exactly like her are not her!
So, when the woman in front of him pretended to faint in his arms, he woke up.
The mother-in-law couldn't see it, but she couldn't hear it, and sent her to him.
Well, he didn't want to see this woman again.
Zhu Qi was not as relaxed as she seemed, on the contrary, she was very anxious.
Confusion, but only for a while.
Now, the comb does nothing.
People who are too calm are often maddening.
Moreover, she also saw the undisguised killing intent in his eyes. She understood how ruthless this person was, and she didn't forget how he treated those substitutes.
And herself, she vaguely felt that she was regarded by him as one of these substitutes.
The only advantage she has over Luo Jin and the others is that she has had the most intimate experience with him, and she understands him.
Before he speaks, she must save herself, and after that, she can't be in a hurry. She can't be in a hurry. Since Concubine Ru kept her, she would have a chance.
She endured the trembling in her heart, did not look at him, and gently placed the basket in her hand on the table.
"Emperor, the Queen Mother did let Xiao Qi come to serve the night, but whether you believe it or not, Xiao Qi has no other intentions. The slave only loves one man, not to mention that you don't look down on the slave, it is..." She paused and whispered. Said: "Comb, A Li, is Xiao Qi's heartfelt words, Xiao Qi will not serve the night."
"He can't be compared with the emperor, but tonight is also his birthday. He used to say that he likes to eat what I cook, but in fact he rarely eats it. I don't know if he coaxed me or not. Drinking alcohol is not good for the stomach and stomach, Xiaoqi will retire after serving you something to eat."
Long Feili didn't make a sound.
Even the air in the room was tense.
Zhu Qi's heart tightened, resisting the urge to look at the man, stood up, opened the food box, took out a few plates of side dishes, two bowls of vegetarian porridge, gritted his teeth, and said, "Will my servant accompany you to eat? "
"Manager Lu has already checked the food."
She took a deep breath and picked up a bowl of plain porridge. The bottom of the bowl was hot and her hands were shaking. The hot porridge in the bowl splashed a little on the back of her hands. She didn't dare to say a word. taken by a man.
"Who taught you to cook these dishes?"
A rough voice slid across her jaw.
Holding the dress under the table tightly, Zhu Qi was slightly excited. Some of the life between him and her had been seen by others.
Comb, Xiao Qi, A Li.
But she cooked for him, made vegetarian porridge, and these plain green vegetables and tofu on the table.
At first, she thought it was the food he used to rectify her.
Later, she began to understand him, cook for him, make hearty meals, and do these.
The two of them closed the door and ate quietly, which no one else knew.
Like Xiaoyu Village, it is not easy for him to cook for her after returning to the palace. But for her to do it, too, she loves to see him eat her cooking cleanly.
"No one teaches slaves."
She answered softly, sat down, tucked up her sleeves slightly, and took the chopsticks to prepare dishes for him.
He frowned... The killing intent in his eyes had disappeared, she bit her lip and watched him lower his head and eat.
He ate a little faster than he used to chew slowly.
She stared blankly at the top of his hair, her nose sour.
Maybe her choking sound was a little loud, maybe it was too quiet at night, the night was already deep.
Outside the window, the moon is like frost, and the stars are low.
He suddenly raised his eyes, frowning at her.
She didn't expect, maybe, he didn't realize, but he put down the chopsticks and reached out to caress her eyes.
As if possessed, she reached out and took his big palm.