Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

There were two blushes on both cheeks, and they were hit by the white moonlight, and faded slightly into a lovely pink, which was even more charming.

It made him want to do it again.

But just think about it.

"You, you, let me tell you what is good?"

Yu Wenyin picked Xiang Xing up and took him to a small pavilion to sit down.

Afterwards, he stared at her slightly angrily, "The Chonghua Palace is perilous, and you still insist on passing Qingfeng. Do you know how worried I am?"

"But Brother Qingfeng, a big man, passed by, what if he was treated as a prodigal son by the Queen's sister?"

Xiang Xing smiled and blinked softly.

Think about it, stood up again, threw himself into Yuwenyin's arms and sat down, rubbing her little head to act like a baby, "Xing'er is so light now, how can those little guards catch me? "

"I think you are too smug!"

Yuwenyin shook his head helplessly, held up the little head, and gently squeezed the cheeks of the soft dumpling like a punishment.

"From today, light gong teaching has been put on hold indefinitely."

He pretended to be scolding, and raised his eyebrows, "Also, if you want to go to these dangerous places in the future, you must know me beforehand, you know?"

"……Oh."

Xiang Xing puffed up his cheeks angrily, and put his small face back into the man's arms a little bit aggrieved.

Just thinking about whether to bite him or not, as a counterattack.

Suddenly, he smelled the sweet fragrance of food, overflowing from Yu Wenyin's sleeve.

"You hide something delicious!"

The little guy's eyes sparkled instantly, and he couldn't help but pull the man's sleeves, and took out a pack of oiled paper bags from inside.

She was about to open it, after thinking about it, she put down her desire first, and asked carefully, "Is it for Xing'er?"

Yuwen Yin smiled happily: "Otherwise?"

"You're welcome, Xing'er!"

Xiang Xing happily opened the oil paper bag to see that what was inside was the dessert from the palace banquet—lily red bean cake.

"Wow……"

This lily adzuki bean cake is fragrant and sweet, but her favorite thing to eat tonight!

The little guy was so happy that he almost screamed, but he seemed to realize something, and quickly suppressed his voice.

Quietly, carefully pick up a piece, and send it to the mouth.

Suddenly, he was gently stopped by the man's big hand.

"Well?"

Xiang Xing frowned in some doubt and looked at Yu Wenyin pitifully.

However, he saw his eyes full of light, and his scarlet lips were deeply hooked.

"Xinger,"

The man’s voice was gurgling like a clear spring, light and sweet, "Do you know what this snack means in a wedding banquet?"

"Ah... I don't know."

Xiang Xing shook his head, tilted his head again, and looked at Yuwenyin seriously, "Can you tell Xing'er?"

Yuwenyin chuckled lowly.

The delicately outlined lower jaw was raised slightly, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

"Lily, which means good harmony for a hundred years; red bean paste, means sweetness and happiness."

As he said, he looked at Xiang Xing again, his magnificent eyes showed a trace of solemnity, "So, after eating this king's lily red bean cake, Xing'er will have to be in harmony with this king for a hundred years, sweet and happy. "

"Xing'er was going to marry the emperor's sister, of course, he will be with you for a hundred years..."

Xiang Xing responded with a smile, and continued to stretch his head toward the piece of cake.

Yuwenyin couldn't help sighing, and simply put down the pastry, and turned to straighten her shoulders.

Looking directly at those soft eyes.

"Xing'er, I'm asking you seriously."

He pursed his thin lips, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, "If there were no restrictions on cooperation, would you still marry me... this old thing?"