The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Huang Fulian came back to her senses, looked at a table of food, but did not speak.

Jiang Nanyan thought that he also wanted to eat, so she quickly brought a plate of food in front of him like a tribute, "Well...you...are you hungry too? Since you are hungry too, let's eat first! I'm not too hungry yet..."

Huang Fulian did not speak, and took the plate in her hand.

Jiang Nanyan secretly rejoiced, thinking that she could sit aside while he was eating.

Unexpectedly, this idea just came up, and it was shattered by Huang Fulian's actions [

Huang Fulian didn't intend to eat at all, he looked at the plate in his hand, looked at it for a while, and then put it back on the table again.

Jiang Nanyan stared blankly at his movements, almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Did you make a mistake?

Just look at it and not eat it?

He thought he was a fairy or a ghost!

Jiang Nanyan cursed secretly, picked up another dish on the table, and brought it in front of Huangfulian, "Is that dish not to your liking? How about eating this dish? This dish of drunken ribs is my favorite." , eat and watch!"

Huangfulian hooked her thin lips, but still took it without saying a word.

It's time to eat now!

Jiang Nanyan held her breath and watched his every move.

However, what she didn't expect was that Huangfulian didn't touch the dish, it was still the same as before, she held it in her hand for a while and put it back again.

Is it...

Not to your liking?

Jiang Nanyan's jaw stiffened, resisting the urge to scold, and ordered another dish.

Huangfulian still just held them in her hands and looked at them for a while, then put them back again.

Jiang Nanyan didn't give up, so she did it again.

Huangfulian's actions remained the same.

Jiang Nanyan continued patiently...

The two of them just went back and forth, serving the dishes on the table over and over again.

In the end, Jiang Nanyan even served white rice to make up for it. [

But Huangfulian still didn't show any intention of using chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat?" Jiang Nanyan finally couldn't bear it and asked.

"This king is not hungry." Huang Fulian replied with a smile.

……

Not hungry?

So, everything he did just now was just playing tricks on her?

The corner of Jiang Nanyan's mouth twitched, her throat seemed to be choked, and she couldn't speak.

Huang Fulian looked at her without saying a word, her dark eyes were unfathomable, and her face was so calm that it was impossible to tell what was going on in his heart.

The two of them stood in close distance, staring at each other in silence.

After a long time, Huangfulian's thin lips suddenly hooked upwards, revealing a low and deep smile, "Yan'er, did Xiahou Fengli send an imperial doctor to check your pulse recently?"