This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 235 She likes it too
Knowing that no matter who it is, it's not her Nishinomiya, but...she still can't help asking...

Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao was slightly taken aback, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

When asked by Xigong Yu, his expression was a little stunned.

"Wow, chicken soup, this is my favorite!" A pleasant voice flooded into his mind.

That was what Beigong Tengxiao and Chu Jiaoli said when they had dinner after arriving at Nanyue.

"She... also likes chicken soup..." Beigong Tengxiao didn't answer Nishigong Yu's words, but said to himself.

He didn't know why, the longer Zhonggong Huanli disappeared, the more he felt that she resembled Chu Jiaoli...

He frowned and pondered for a long time. He was distracted and drank the chicken soup to the bottom. He took out a silver ingot from his pocket and put it on the table. Then he stood up and said, "Thank you, the chicken soup is delicious."

After saying that, he got up and left. Nishinomiya Yuchu remained in place for a long time, looking at the silver ingot on the table, what came to his mind was a "thank you".

His heart suddenly twitched, and tears burst out like a bank bursting.

"Why..." Her voice trembled slightly, "Is it because I'm not good enough for you?"

Beigong Tengxiao was full of worries, and he didn't know how he got into the carriage and when he returned to the embassy's dormitory.

The room was so quiet that Beigong Tengxiao stared at the red carpet in the center of the hall in a daze. It would be great if Chu Jiaoli was here. She would dance for him. She danced beautifully. Whenever she was upset, as long as she A dance in front of him would magically calm his mind.

From then on, he no longer had any heart palpitations when any woman danced until... the night of the Peach Blossom Festival.

He saw Zhonggong Huanli's dance, and he had only seen it once from a distance, that slim figure and magnificent dancing posture were exactly the same as his Li'er, impeccably perfect...

A familiar palpitation suddenly came to my heart, which could not subside for a long time.

He didn't know when, he would show her a long-lost smile, but he quickly calmed down when he noticed her affection for him.

Such tangled feelings bothered him.

He tried his best to restrain himself not to combine the two women into one, he could not be sorry to Chu Jiaoli, nor could he hurt her.

When we first met, he was disgusted and loathed her, and his carefree appearance completely ruined her image.

His Li'er is so quiet, so gentle, doesn't say a single harsh word, seems to have no fear of anything, but is too timid to call his name...

He always compares her with Chu Jiaoli, the more the comparison, the more disappointed, the more disappointed, the more disgusted.

But he didn't know when it started, he would unconsciously stretch out his hand to protect her behind him, at first he thought he just wanted to be handsome, but then he found that Xiang Yini was not that important in his heart at all.

Maybe it was her speaking for Chu Jiaoli that moved him a little bit, and the little effort was just a gift in return.

After reaching out his hand, he found that she was not as bad as he imagined, she was very kind and simple, and would hold back her restless temper for his sake, and read books that he found boring...

She interrupted his work less and less, she became quieter and happier.

When he no longer bored her, it was probably the moment when he hugged her to the bed, her breathing was so similar to Chu Jiaoli's, it turned out that her hands would be cold, and she would be fragile...

Maybe it's just that he is blindly forbearing, he dare not admit that he has a crush on her, for the sake of Chu Jiaoli, he must suppress, he must restrain, and he must keep a distance from her.

Her departure seemed to have emptied his heart, just like Chu Jiaoli's departure made him flustered.

Silly girl, come back, come back safe and sound, I will escort you back to Zhongluo safely.

Jingyue looked at his distraught appearance, pursed her lips, and said, "Your Highness, you ate very little just now, do you need to ask the dining room to make something?"

After the words fell, the room returned to silence again. Beigong Tengxiao seemed to be out of his body, and did not respond for a long time.

When Jingyue was about to sigh secretly, Beigong Tengxiao spoke sadly.

"Hangover soup."

Jingyue froze for a moment, raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice was so fragile that it disappeared with the wind in an instant, like an auditory hallucination for a moment.

He frowned lightly, and asked, "Did Your Highness just say hangover soup?"

"Let the dining room make a bowl of hangover soup." Beigong Tengxiao's eyes were lonely.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Jingyue's eyes, and she said, "But... His Highness did not drink..."

"I want to drink." Beigong Tengxiao insisted.

"Yes." Jingyue didn't ask any more questions, she bowed her head in response, and immediately ordered the servant girl to notify the dining room.

When Chu Jiaoli was alive, he would serve him a bowl of hot hangover soup after drinking.

He misses that smell, the smell of caring and pity, which makes him feel that there are still people in this world who care about him.

Hangover soup is not his favorite drink, but because it was made by Chu Jiaoli, he would drink it up even if he held his nose. He doesn't like to make her worry.

One day, he was very drunk in front of her grave, and in a trance, he tasted that smell again.

He swallowed it mouthful, with the same taste of soup filling his lips and teeth, as if nothing had changed, and his pear was still by his side.

After waking up, he found out that Zhonggong Huanli did it, and for a moment he didn't know how to react...

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, feeling extremely complicated.

Amidst the melancholy, the Hangover Soup was ready and served.

Every time he drank hangover soup, he was so drunk that he passed out, and he had never seen what he looked like.

Looking at the fragrant scent on the table, he frowned slightly.

This taste was quite different from what he had imagined.

The dining room used the best ingredients to entertain Prince Beiming, and would not make anything unpleasant. If you don't say it's hangover soup, it's not an exaggeration to put it on the palace banquet.

He scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and took a sip, frowned slowly, then put the spoon down.

"Your Highness, is it not to your taste?" an attendant asked politely.

"This is not hangover soup." Beigong Tengxiao's voice was low and disappointed.

The guard was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Your Highness, there are many types of hangover soup. This bowl of hangover soup has the best effect and is the best to drink. If His Highness is not satisfied, this subordinate will ask the cook to make more types."

After a long time, Beigong Tengxiao responded softly: "Yes."

Two quarters of an hour later, there were no less than thirty hangover soups listed on the table, and Beigong Tengxiao took the trouble to taste them one by one. The cook and attendants stood aside nervously, observing Beigong Tengxiao's expression carefully. .

After tasting everything, the disappointment in his eyes became more serious. He put down the spoon, frowned, and said, "These are not..."

(End of this chapter)