The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 115
The Marshal shrugged his shoulders with a disgusted look on his face.

Rong Qiannian smiled, and picked the beef in the bowl to the table: "Come on, eat more, get rid of the fishy smell."

The marshal glanced at the beef, turned away his small eyes, jumped up and down to the bowl with his short legs, licked a few mouthfuls of soup, and then spit it out again, repeating it several times.

Rong Qiannian laughed.

This perverted dog despises other people's precious eggs.

On the one hand, Wu Bu put down his chopsticks, looked at the plain noodles, and smelled the fishy smell, so he couldn't eat any more.

Just like that, a bucket of water in Kyoto was mixed up, because there is a woman in Kyoto who is afraid of chaos every day.

In Jiaolan Palace, rice paper is spread on the desk, and the fragrance of ink is lingering. The man's clear white hand is holding a pen, drawing a slightly blurred outline.

The person in this painting looks like the woman who fears that the world will not be chaotic.

Xiao Chen slowly stroked the pen, tracing the woman's face: "What is she doing?"

Tsing Yihou was outside the hall, and replied: "I went to the uncle's mansion, and then Zhang Qinghou was, was bitten." He hesitated a few times, Tsing Yi continued stiffly, "The root of life."

A girl from a girl's family, the man... Hey, this master did some shocking things, Tsing Yi felt ashamed just thinking about it.

"How can you be so naughty." Dye ink and draw the woman's eyes.

She has cunning eyes like a fox and is as lazy as a cat.

"She's alone?" Xiao Chen asked, raised his pen to draw on the woman's lips, and clicked a slight upward arc, showing a sinister and wanton smile.

Tsing Yi was silent for a moment, then replied: "No, I brought the servant I hired a few days ago."

Xiao Chen's pen paused for a moment, but he didn't finish writing, and asked again: "Have you returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Tsing Yi didn't think much about it: "I went back with that boy."

There was a snap, as if something had cracked.

Tsing Yi shivered, feeling a little gloomy, looked up and saw his master put down the pen and replaced it with another one, staring at the painting for a long time without making a move, and said heavily: "Go to Rongxiang's mansion to pass the message."

Well, the atmosphere was a bit cold, Tsing Yi pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and after a while, the dead king said calmly, "It means that the wound of this king is open."

Tsing Yi was stunned, looked at his master, who looked good, and then looked at the desk, the pen broke from it.

Oh, it turned out that the split was the pen, not the wound.

But half an hour later, the quasi-dead princess asked to stay in the palace to take care of the dead king's injuries. Before Emperor Hui could approve, the quasi-dead princess of the Rong family brought large and small boxes into the palace. It is said that she brought eight boxes of medicine.

In the pharmacy of Jiaolan Hall, Rong Qiannian was busy, and a white dog was rolling around in a pile of medicinal materials.

"This, this, this." Pointing to several medicines on the table, he added, "And this."

Tsing Yihou was on the side, looking at a table of strange medicinal materials.

"Tsing Yi, take it all to boil."

Tsing Yi took the heavy medicine bag, looked at it again and again, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised his head: "Princess, this is ginkgo fruit and wolfberry."

"I know." Rong Qiannian didn't look up, she rummaged for something in her hand, raised her head, and shouted at the rolling and amused dog, "Marshal, where's the antler? Have you eaten it?"

The Marshal shook his head: "Jiu Jiu Jiu."

Rong Qiannian threw an angelica at her: "Get out of here, old lady."

The marshal rolled out of the pile of medicine in despair, and looked around pitifully with his eyeballs open.

"Where's the deer antler? Where's it?"

Antler?

This medicine is very heavy, very full.

Tsing Yi's hands holding the medicine bag trembled.

Rong Qiannian howled: "What are you still doing, why don't you boil the medicine quickly."

The corners of Tsing Yi's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but without saying a word, he turned around and quietly boiled the medicine.

Rong Qiannian continued to busy herself looking for deer antler.

Twelve said the last sentence: "Miss, are you going to nourish the uncle's kidney?"

Rong Qiannian threw a medicinal herb at it: "Get lost, it's for blood."

Her man was injured and needed to be mended, and he needed to be mended.Rong Qiannian bowed her head and continued to look for the antler.

There was a faint twitch between Twelve's foreheads, and he said, "Those medicines are for nourishing the kidney."

Rong Qiannian was taken aback for a moment, nourishing the kidney?

"Then you still boil it for me?"

The corner of Twelve's mouth twitched: "Miss." Twelve was helpless, "Men and women are different."

Rong Qiannian looked educated.

"Miss, do you want Tsing Yi to pick out those medicines?"

Rong Qiannian waved her hand: "No need." She nodded her head, "Well, it's good to make up for it." The corner of her mouth smiled, her anger tightened.

Is this person ignorant of medicine, or is he a drunkard?Twelve foreheads, expressing doubts.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp." Marshal waved this little fat claw: Shameless!Shameless!
"So it's here!"

Twelve looked up, and saw his unscrupulous master smiling maliciously at a huge velvet antler.

Hey, if this medicine goes down, the dead king's body can bear it?Twelve shook his head, expressing deep thought.

Grabbing medicine, teasing the dog, having nothing else to do, Rong Qiannian was reading with a book in his hands, a few plates of pastries were placed in front of him, he was fascinated by them, and next to the plates, Mr. Marshal was lying on his stomach, fascinated by eating.

On the other side of the desk, the man looked up and looked at her for a long time.

Xiao Chen suddenly called her: "Eleven."

"Yeah." He didn't look up, Ying De was absent-minded, next to him, the Marshal looked up, then got down again, and continued to eat.

"Eleven." The voice was muffled.

"Yeah." Still didn't look up, it was the Marshal who looked up.

Well, the most handsome face in the world lost to a book in her hand.

Xiao Chen sighed helplessly, and when he got close, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms.

"looking at what?"

Rong Qian read back: "Huang Li."

When did this person read the Huang Li?What kind of wind is this?The marshal glanced at the book, and pushed the pastry plate away with his fat legs, and enjoyed it all by himself.

Over there, Rong Qiannian nestled in Xiao Chan's arms like a boneless one, hooked his neck and brought the book in his hand towards him.

"The eighth day of next month is not bad." Rong Qiannian added, "It's a good day."

Xiao Sin kissed her hair, then took her hand and flipped it through.

"The tenth day of the Lunar New Year is not bad." He added, "It's a good day."

He smiled lightly and said nothing, just listening to her say: "There are still sixteen."

After talking continuously for several days, after flipping through the book, Rong Qiannian looked up and asked Xiao Chen: "What day do you think will be good?"

She blinked her eyes, this man has malicious intentions.

"Sixteen." He kissed her on the face, and said, "It's time to marry."

Her eyes suddenly sparkled, and she smiled at Xiao Chen: "Heroes see the same thing."

Sure enough, the ulterior motive of allowing someone to drink is not in the wine.

Xiao Chen held her face in his hands, his eyes lingering on her: "The sixteenth day of next month, I will promise you ten miles of red makeup, Fengguanxiapei, okay?"

(End of this chapter)