"Have breakfast."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lan Jingshu kept his head down and replied warmly.
Feng Aotian looked at him like this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he joked, "How do you want to thank the Lord?"
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, met her charming smile, and quickly lowered his head, his face turned slightly red, "Chen... Chen..."
Feng Aotian lifted his chin and pecked at the corner of his lips, "Let's go."
Lan Jing looked at her dumbfoundedly and sat down with her.
Father Cat walked in with the medicine, looked at Lan Jingshu beside Feng Aotian, and then handed the medicine to her, "Master, you didn't drink it yesterday."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then asked, "Then I'll make it up today."
"The servant has already cooked it for you." Eunuch Cat continued, "It can't be done next time, otherwise, the master's drink will be in vain."
"Master, all the remaining wealthy merchants in Nancheng were killed last night." The soul's voice sounded in a deep voice.