However, who is Miao Yixiong
He had already made up his mind to send his daughter to Di Moxuan's side in a shameless manner.
This embarrassment was nothing to him.
Soon, Miao Yixiong continued to smile and said: "Rongrong just borrowed Qinyuezong's kitchen and made some special snacks, and specially sent them here for you to try."
As he spoke, he glanced behind him.
Miao Rongrong held a bamboo basket in her hand, covered with a piece of silk cloth, swayed her waist, and slowly walked towards the table where Ye Qingluo and others were.
She put the bamboo basket on the table.
The silk cloth is opened, and there are all kinds of delicate and fragrant pastries inside.
One look, one smell, it is very appetizing.
Miao Rongrong was standing beside Di Moxuan.
Ye Qingluo could clearly smell the scent of powder coming from Miao Rongrong's body.
Extremely rich and repulsive.
"Master Emperor, you have a taste... I made it all myself." Miao Rongrong said in a delicate voice.
From the bamboo basket, she took out a piece of brightly colored and delicious-looking pastry, and handed it over tenderly: "These are the special pastries of our Miao nationality, and no one outside can make them except the Miao people. "
While speaking, Miao Rongrong sent the cake to Di Moxuan's mouth.
Yan Xiaoyi and the others stared wide-eyed, staring straight at the delicate Miao Yiyi.
full of shit...
This Miao Rongrong, I'm afraid her brain is not working well, right
At the birthday banquet a few days ago, Lord Emperor Zun rejected her like that.
Doesn't she understand the situation
Now... actually in front of Ye Qingluo, trying to seduce Lord Emperor Zun.
Didn't you see Ye Qingluo nestling in Lord Emperor Zun's arms
These Miao people are tired of living and want to die early
Just when Miao Rongrong's hand holding the pastry was about to pass it to Di Moxuan's mouth.
There was a "snap".
Miao Rongrong's hand was hit by a force.
She let out a cry of pain, and the cake in her hand fell to the ground.
Holding her hand, she staggered back a few steps.
Di Moxuan raised his head slowly.
The peach-blossom eyes, like black obsidian, are deep in color, as if they are surrounded by a terrifying vortex.
Miao Rongrong's hand that was hit was so painful that she was full of grievances.
After looking at God Mo Xuan.
All the grievances disappeared.
Her heart beat faster and faster.
His eyes were also full of excitement.
Lord Regal looked at her...
Lord Emperor Zun is indeed interested in her!
Miao Rongrong waited nervously, her eyes were full of affection, and she conveyed her love with her eyes.
Immediately, I saw Di Moxuan's thin lips move, and only heard cold words spit out from Di Moxuan's thin lips.
"roll."
Clean and crisp, without hesitation.
The expression on Miao Rongrong's face suddenly froze.
Yan Xiaoyi and the others laughed loudly with a "poof".
She didn't give Miao Rongrong any face at all.
"I said Miss Miao, why did you make yourself look like a clown, and came here to perform for us, to amuse us?" Yan Xiaoyi smiled and fell into Qiao Jin's arms.
Miao Rongrong didn't like anyone, but she fell in love with Emperor Zun.
You know, in the eyes of Lord Emperor Zun, there are only three kinds of women.
A kind of... a person related to Qing Luo.
A kind of... person who has nothing to do with Qing Luo.
A kind of... a person who has a grudge against Qing Luo.
Except for Qing Luo, any woman is one of the above three types in front of Emperor Zun.
Just right, Miao Rongrong is the third type.
Miao Rongrong was unaware of her partiality.
You have to kill yourself.
Lord Emperor Zun is indeed too powerful.
With just one word, Miao Rongrong was easily solved.