Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 830 A touch of tenderness

Seeing Fei Shi put away his sword, Xiang Yingxue said angrily: "How do I know where the dining room here is, why don't you lead the way quickly!"

Fei Shi glared at her angrily.

He's just a prisoner of war, how could he be so brave?
But King Chen had a continuous loss of appetite and wanted to eat what she cooked.

Even if she wants to be an ancestor, she still has to provide for her, right?

Feishi sighed and had no choice but to lead the way.

When they arrived at the dining room, Xiang Yingxue felt upset because there were so many people, so she asked Fei Shi to drive everyone else out.

She was also dishonest when cooking porridge.

He kept saying that he was worried that the people's cooking was not fine enough and King Chen would not be able to eat it smoothly.

Let Fei Shi wash the rice for a while, and tear the vegetable leaves for a while.

Either the fire is not strong enough, or the beef is too big.

Just when the flying rocks were about to explode, the meat porridge was finally ready.

Xiang Yingxue is about to return to the Chu Kingdom and see the emperor's brother.

They all arrived at the door of their house, and were caught again, full of resentment.

She didn't want to see that Beiyan beast again.

He put the porridge into the food box angrily.

"Take it and feed it to your master!"

After saying that, he went back to his room.

"stop!"

Fei Shi called her coldly.

Xiang Yingxue raised her eyebrows.

"Master Fei Shi, is there anything else you can do?"

Fei Shi picked up the food box and stuffed it into her hand.

"Send it to His Highness!"

"It's not like you can't carry it, why did you ask me to take it away?"

Fei Shi twitched the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't say that His Highness wanted to see her, so he found this reason.

He just said sternly: "Are you going or not?"

After saying that, he drew his sword again.

Xiang Yingxue was hit on the back of the neck by her last time, and it still hurts.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

Just go.

She carried the food box and followed the flying stones reluctantly.

"Your Highness, the porridge is ready!"

Fei Shi said to King Chen.

Murong Chen, who was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed to relax, suddenly opened his eyes.When he saw the reluctant little girl following Fei Shi, a touch of tenderness suddenly appeared on his pale face.

He nodded.

"Bring it here."

Xiang Yingxue immediately handed the food box to Fei Shi.

Fei Shi did not pick it up.

Instead, he said angrily: "What are you doing for me? Why don't you hurry up and deliver it to His Highness yourself!"

Xiang Yingxue pursed her lips.

Put the food box on the table, take out the meat porridge, and slowly move it to Murong Chen's bed.

Without even wanting to look at him, the big bowl was handed to him.

"Give you!"

The fire in Fei Shi's heart suddenly jumped up.

"His Highness is so injured, can you bear to let him eat it by himself?"

"What's wrong with holding it and eating it?"
Aren’t all beasts like this? "

Xiang Yingxue pouted and muttered softly.

"What are you talking about!
Why don't you hurry up and serve His Highness some porridge! "

Fei Shi scolded sharply.

Xiang Yingxue reluctantly took a small spoonful from the porridge bowl and handed it to Murong Chen's mouth.

Murong Chen looked at her reluctant little face and whispered: "It's hot."

I wanted to give the little princess more gentle care.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yingxue stood up and took away the porridge bowl.

"what are you doing!"

Fei Shi, who had been staring at her, shouted loudly.

Xiang Yingxue raised her chin.

"Your Highness said, this porridge is a bit hot.

Then drink it later. "

Fei Shi looked at King Chen's pitiful little eyes, and he looked like he didn't want the Princess of Chu to leave.

He blocked Princess Yingxue with the hilt of his sword.

"How can it not be hot? Don't you know?"
Do you want me to teach you step by step? "

Xiang Yingxue looked at the hilt of the sword in front of her neck and bit her lower lip.

Reluctantly, he sat back on the couch again.

Stir the spoon in the porridge bowl for a while.

He picked up a small spoonful, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and brought it to Murong Chen's lips.

(End of this chapter)