The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 437 Jiaojiao Can Eat Taste

"Inherited from the Ling family?" Lin Jiaojiao heard what Li Maonian said, and couldn't help but cast her eyes on the silver dragon gun.

This gun is indeed special, and she suddenly felt that Yan Sihan was three points more powerful when using the gun than when using the sword.

I don't know if it was her illusion.

Muttering the words "Bai Long Yin Feng", she suddenly felt that she had heard of these words somewhere, or maybe she had seen these four words somewhere.

In short, she couldn't remember clearly, and there was a sentence in her mind, "If this gun is used to face the enemy, it cannot be destroyed by arrows and stones."

I don't know who said this to her, but it was so vague that she couldn't remember it for a while.

At the moment when she was in a daze, she didn't know what Yan Sihan said to Li Maonian, but Yan Sihan said modestly: "Thank you for your advice, sir."

"I don't dare to teach you. Li only knows a little bit about this gun. It is a worthwhile trip for Li to see this gun today."

Although Li Maonian couldn't see his face clearly because he was wearing a bamboo hat, Lin Jiaojiao could tell from the tone of his voice that this White Dragon Chanting Phoenix Spear should not be underestimated.

It seemed that her choice was not wrong, perhaps there were some reasons why Yan Sihan rejected this gun, but she knew that this gun would eventually fall into his hands.

It's just a matter of time.

……

---New Year's Eve.

It was still dark at three o'clock, and the morning stars were sparsely distributed in the night sky. I occasionally heard the north wind whistling past the window.

"Jiaojiao, wake up, be good." The man beside the bed was fully dressed, and the girl who was half lying in her arms was sleeping soundly.

He has been coaxing him for half an hour, and the girl in his arms always groaned twice before continuing to sleep.

"Be good, otherwise..." The man's thin lips moved close to the sleeping man's ear, and a few warm breaths caressed the ear, mixed with low and hoarse whispers.

Lin Jiaojiao was already lying in bed, she just wanted to sleep for another quarter of an hour, and her consciousness was also half dream and half awake.

So she actually knew Yan Sihan's every move towards her.

The reason why Yan Sihan woke her up so early was because he was leaving the Prince Regent's Mansion to go to the Ling Mansion.

Yan Sihan told her last night that she was going to the Ling Mansion to celebrate the New Year this year, when she was tortured for an hour and became "half dead".

Drowsy didn't ask him why, anyway, she agreed.

Hearing what the man said at this moment, there was no reaction at first, and then he was stunned for a while.

The feeling in that memory seemed to reappear, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that he was looking down at her.

After seeing her wake up, the man's eyes narrowed slightly: "Little lazy cat is willing to wake up? Huh?"

The slightly raised "hmm" was so gentle and magnetic that she blushed inexplicably.

It's definitely not because of the word "um", but because there is something in his words.

For a while, she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. The normally cold and dignified King Regent could do something bad to her unexpectedly.

But she also followed suit, probably because she was really afraid, and he really did what he said, never lying.

"Well, wake up."

She struggled slightly and sat up from his arms.

Yan Sihan was there when she woke up, as long as he wasn't busy leaving to deal with business, he would dress her himself.

And every movement of him is very appropriate and meticulous, as if he is dressing a child.

She couldn't help but opened her mouth: "Yan Sihan, have you dressed your daughter's house before?"

Otherwise, how can you be so proficient?

She didn't ask the last sentence, it was just what she thought in her heart, but as soon as this idea came out, she immediately tasted it!
A pair of apricot eyes stared intently at the man in the gardenia-colored cloak, his eyes were more of "questioning" than suspicion.

(End of this chapter)