After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 4 Who's Child

"Your Majesty..." Someone came in a hurry from outside the pavilion, and was interrupted by Jing Yu's eyes after speaking halfway. If you want to live under the emperor's hand for a long time, you must have good eyesight.

You also have to know how to figure out His Majesty's mind. For example, in the current situation, you have to understand the emperor's eyes.

When His Majesty entered the pavilion, he sat in the middle, and that strange, immature, charming and handsome man sat on the left.

"You throw away the weeds, these are all yours." Jing Yu, leaning on the wooden chair, looked at her lazily.

There were six plates of exquisite pastries on the table. The tea beside the pastries was fragrant, and Jing Xu swallowed subconsciously.

She really hasn't eaten pastries for a long, long time.

Seeing her greedy look, Jing Yu still didn't show any expression, it seemed that when looking at Jing Xu, it was like looking at a strange and ordinary stone.

"Can I not throw it away? I really want to eat..." Jing Xu showed a trace of innocent desire.

Staring at anyone with big eyes will make them cute, but the man on the other end refuses to accept this, and still leans lazily on the backrest, obviously not wanting to repeat his question.

A thin sweat flashed across Jing Xu's back, and he clenched the herbal medicine tightly: "Then... I won't take it..."

After finishing speaking, she was about to run out of the gazebo, but was grabbed by the collar by the strange and slightly immature handsome man from behind.

"What are you running for?" The moment the man spoke, she seemed to think the voice was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

Maybe in modern times?
"..." Jing Xu, who was caught, stopped struggling speechlessly, and continued to look up at the two men with outstanding looks.

"If you don't eat these cakes, the people who make them will suffer." The man said with a smile as if he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

But it was obvious that he was hiding a knife in his smile.

This is not a joke, this is clearly a threat from Chi Guoguo.

Jing Xu let out a cold breath. If she doesn't eat, does it mean that the food they made is not as sweet as the weeds in her hand?

Thinking of the key point, she glanced at the man who grabbed her, then slowly climbed up the wooden stool, pinched the nearest peach blossom glutinous rice cake and put it into her mouth.

The sweet and soft taste instantly magnified in her mouth, and her round eyes widened, it was really delicious.

"Delicious..." Jing Xu showed a satisfied smile, it was really delicious.

She couldn't eat that much of the six plates of pastries, and she was full after eating only two pieces of each plate.

Seeing her satisfied, the strange man smiled.

Jing Yu stretched out her right hand, staring at the grass root she was holding in her left hand.

The meaning is self-evident, Jing Xu raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yu: "I can give it to you, can I take the rest?"

"No one will eat your leftovers." Jing Yu understood what Jing Yu meant, and he could take it away.

Jing Xu happily handed the grass roots to Jing Yu, then put the cakes on a plate, holding them with a smile: "Thank you for the cakes, I'm going home."

Jing Yu just looked at the grass roots with dirt, slightly disgusted, and didn't look at Jing Xu again, and the evil and handsome strange man didn't stop her anymore, she took it as acquiescing.

Jing Xu pushed aside the curtain, held the pastry in his hands, and walked back happily.

The eunuchs and guards passing by were stunned, how could such a wild child be given so many pastries by His Majesty.

"Follow quietly to see whose child she is." Jing Yu's words came from the pavilion, and the hidden guards in the dark had already quietly followed Jing Xu.

Jing Xu didn't know all this, she was holding the pastry at this moment, all she wanted was to see Siwen happy.

　Tyrant Daddy: Whose kid is a little cute.

　　Jing Xu (angry): Brother, yours, your own, yours!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)