Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Facing the dissatisfaction on Luo Ling's face, Zhang Shaoliang pursed his lips tightly, but then let go, and looked at her steadfastly: "I'll go back tonight to check it out, and I will go to the palace to see you tomorrow."

"Oh, forget it, I think you don't seem to be in a good spirit recently, you should take a good rest, my own affairs should be solved by myself, I'm joking with you, don't take it to heart!"

Luo Ling waved his hand, and Zhang Shao quickly argued, "Ling'er, I'll really check it out for you tonight. I'm fine. Look, I'm full of energy now."

Luo Ling raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at him, and said coolly: "You think I'm blind, my eyes are bloodshot, and my eyes are cloudy. Your hangover will shorten your life, understand? Don't drink too much in the future, it's not good. Taste it and stop, okay?"

"it is good."

It's still that word.

"This is for you."

Luo Ling suddenly took out a sandalwood box from the purchased package, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of him.

"What is it?" Zhang Shaoliang looked at her suspiciously.

"Can't you just open it and see?"

Zhang Shaoliang shifted his gaze to the sandalwood box, the box is very exquisitely crafted, presumably the things inside are also of great value.

He stretched out his hand and slowly opened the lid of the sandalwood box, and what he found was a very exquisite folding fan.

The folding fan is made of wood, it looks like bamboo, but it feels heavy in the hand.

"It's the same principle as your bamboo house. It's crisp on the outside and strong on the inside. You often use folding fans as self-defense weapons. You only use swords when you have to. I've seen you change many folding fans. It's always difficult to change them easily. This one is strong. You can Use it to feel like vomiting."

What kind of metaphor is this? It makes me want to vomit.

Luo Ling sent it, let alone use it, even if you look at it every day, you won't feel sick.

"I love so much."

Zhang Shaoliang raised his eyes and smiled purely.

"That's right, it doesn't matter who gave it to me." Luo Ling gave him a very dirty look.

At this time, the dishes were almost served one after another.

"Hurry up and eat, I have to go back to the palace after eating, or that guy Yu will have to preach for a long time." Luo Ling picked up the bamboo chopsticks and ate with a big appetite.

Zhang Shaoliang was still picking up the food, looking at Luo Ling from time to time, the ulterior motive was not in the wine.

The meal arrived very late, mainly because Zhang Shaoliang was dawdling, and Luo Ling sat aside and waited for him after eating.

Zhang Shaoliang didn't seem to notice that Luo Ling was slightly anxious, she promised Yuwen Haoyu that she would return to the palace before dark, but it seemed that it had been dark for quite a while.

"Aren't you full yet?"

Luo Ling couldn't help but leaned forward and asked.

"Well, soon." Zhang Shaoliang said in a low voice.

At the same time, he picked up vegetables and put them in his own bowl, and ate them in small bites.

Luo Ling said to take him out to play, so naturally he couldn't leave him here alone at this time, so he could only sit on the side and stare patiently.

Finally, after another half an hour, when even Zhang Shaoliang himself was embarrassed to procrastinate any longer, he finally got up.

"Ling'er, I'm done eating."

"Master, have you been starved for a few days? Actually, I don't mind that you often go to the palace to eat, really."

Luo Ling also got up, looking at him sympathetically, thinking about the days when he was hangover, there was no one to take care of him, no one to cook for him, seeing how hungry he was, he ate After such a long time, he swept up all the food on the table, leaving the dishes without washing.

Zhang Shaoliang's face was slightly hot, but he didn't refute.