Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 1070: Can’t Your Highness be more restrained?

Walking towards him, when she was still an arm's length away from him, she was grabbed by his big hand and sat directly on his lap.

"Your Highness!"

Princess Yingxue's face turned red again.

He looked up at the maids and attendants around him, and saw that they all lowered their heads, and their expressions softened slightly.

He pouted his lips slightly complainingly: "You are in such a large public place, can't Your Highness restrain yourself?"

Murong Chen smiled faintly: "This is my king's place, and the people here are also my king's slaves. Why should you restrain yourself?"

Princess Yingxue thought about it, that was true.

The stupid beast is the master here.

Whoever He wants to live will live, and whoever He wants to die will die.

If you want to hold a woman and make love in public, who dares to gossip?
On second thought, this is fine.

Although it was a bit shameless, he finally let everyone know that he was favored by his master.

Let’s see who dares to bully myself and the imperial brother in the future!
Murong Chen picked up a thin piece of mutton, dipped it in the sauce in the copper pot, and handed it to Princess Yingxue's lips.

"Aren't you hungry? Come on, have a bite!"

Princess Yingxue blushed slightly and glanced at the maids and attendants again. Seeing that they still had their heads lowered, she boldly opened her mouth and ate in.

Well, the ingredients you select yourself, the knife skills you instruct and the sauce you prepare yourself are just different.

When these three things are put together, it is simply one of the best delicacies in the world.

Obviously she wanted the stupid beast to eat with her, but actually she wanted him to enjoy it.

I heard from the Yan soldiers in the mansion that King Chen shared the joys and sorrows with his soldiers during the war and ate everything from dead rats to raw chicken to rough tree bark.

After returning to the dynasty, Yan's food was very rough.

This is the perfect time to whet his appetite with delicious food.

If something happened one day, based on this ability alone, he would have to spare his life.Xiang Yingxue thought thoughtfully as Murong Chen fed her one bite after another.

Every time I feed her a mouthful, I stop and stare blankly at her moving little mouth. After a while, I smile.

Unconsciously, Princess Yingxue was almost fed by him.

She grabbed the skirt of his chest with her little hands and whispered: "Your Highness, this slave is thirsty."

Murong Chen suddenly realized, yes, after feeding the little rabbit so much meat and vegetables, he forgot to feed her water.

He stretched his slender arms to the corner of the table, picked up the teapot, poured some fruit tea into the glass cup, and handed it to her mouth.

The little rabbit must have been thirsty for a long time. He opened his pink lips and swallowed in big mouthfuls.

When I was full, a few drops of fruit tea juice were still flowing from the corners of my mouth.

Murong Chen looked at the movements of her pink little mouth and couldn't help it for a long time.

Putting down the glass cup, he lowered his head and sucked on it. Their lips and tongues met, and they kept asking for it.

Princess Yingxue was gradually out of breath. Sitting on his lap, she could already feel the strangeness and tightness of his body.

She hurriedly pushed him away and pouted: "Can't your Highness have a good meal?"

"cannot!"

Murong Chen panted heavily, and then he couldn't wait to cover her.

Princess Yingxue's delicate eyebrows frowned tightly.

Silly beasts are always so simple and crude, can't they be more gentle?
While he wasn't paying attention, Xiang Yingxue bit down hard on his angular jaw.

Murong Chen felt pain and his big hands loosened.

Princess Yingxue immediately stood up from him, ran to the middle of the lake pavilion, and stood directly in front of the round table.

What does the dead girl want to do again?
Murong Chen was about to get angry when he raised his head, only to see a slim little girl standing in front of the round table, dancing to the music of the lyre.

(End of this chapter)