Detecting fragrance and ugly concubine

Zhenliang was very hungry at this time, so she didn't care about whether the duck meat in it had been touched by Nangong Lie's chopsticks. She wanted to say thank you happily, and then put the rest Finish the duck meat quickly, lest Nangong Lie regret it.

However, looking at Nangong Lie's deep and unpredictable phoenix eyes, Zhenliang suddenly felt, could there be something tricky here?For example, after Nangong Lie waited for her to finish eating, he would convict her of stealing food or something?

Thinking about it this way, Zhenliang decided to continue to endure, and when he returned to Qiongyu Palace, do you want to eat anything?snort!

"Hehe," Zhenliang hurriedly put on a smiling face, "The emperor should enjoy it for himself, the concubines dare not compete with the emperor for food."

Nangong Lie thought that Zhenliang had a thick skin and would never refuse, but who knew that she refused resolutely. What was the reason?Is it because he despises him for being dirty?still……

A handsome face darkened inch by inch because of his unhappiness, Nangong Lie stared at Zhenliang with glare, and said, "If Concubine Liang dislikes it, I think the sour plum duck on the ground is a bit lonely, why don't you take my own?" Accompany me?"

What?This man actually wants to pour his little sour plum duck on the ground?Zhenliang really doesn't know why Nangong Lie's mind is so distorted, a face wearing a mask darkens faster than him, quickly picked up a piece of sour plum duck with chopsticks, and said in a vague voice, "The concubine likes !"

In fact, it took only a moment to accept the remaining pieces of sour plum duck. Zhenliang felt that it seemed that Nangong Lie really couldn't eat it or didn't want to eat it anymore, otherwise she would never let her eat it and even suggested pouring it on the ground.

Zhenliang was really hungry. Facing the delicious food that he had been fascinated for for a long time, he suddenly felt that the more he ate, the hungrier he became, so eating was tantamount to gobbling.

Nangong Lie watched silently from the side, couldn't help staring at her little white rabbit mask and said, "Concubine Liang, I think you're wearing the wrong mask today?"

Zhenliang glanced at him perfunctorily, busy eating meat and said, "What does the emperor mean?"

Nangong Lie said with a steady expression, "As far as you are eating, it is more suitable to wear a tiger and wolf mask, what do you think?"

Zhenliang was startled, then glared at him bitterly, "Hasn't the emperor heard that rabbits also eat meat?"

Nangong Lie shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, please advise."

He really understood what he meant, if she didn't tell the reason, he would judge her to be talking nonsense.

"Your Majesty is very knowledgeable, haven't you heard of the saying 'rabbits bite people when they are anxious'?" Zhenliang's eyes were cunning, and he added, "Why do rabbits bite people when they are anxious? Because rabbits are hungry and anxious, yes I want to bite the meat and eat it like grass."

"..." Nangong Lie was silent for a while, and said, "I am ignorant and ignorant, it seems that Concubine Liang is truly knowledgeable."

Zhenliang chuckled, and said without being humble at all, "The emperor congratulates me."

Nangong Lie: "..."

He secretly sighed in his heart, this woman's skin is not usually thick.

There were footsteps outside, and Zhenliang looked up, and saw that it was Eunuch Jiao who led Prophet Ya back.

Prophet Ya's calm face turned gloomy when he saw her, especially when he saw her eating sour plum duck.

Zhenliang subconsciously squeezed the plate in his hand, and speeded up his chewing, for fear that Prophet Ya would rush over and smash the plate.

"Concubine Liang eat slowly." Nangong Lie seemed to see through Zhenliang's thoughts, and while patting Zhenliang's shoulder, he told Ya Xian, "Prophet Ya."

"The grass people are here."

The deep and sexy voice really came from the mouth of the Asian Prophet. This time it was not rough at all, but full of masculinity. It was natural, without any pretentious or even pretentious elements. It was obviously a man's voice!

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Zhenliang's head, and as soon as this thought came up, she almost accidentally bit off her own tongue.

Could it be that her imagination is too rich to be mistaken, this sub-prophet is a man at all, not a woman?

If he is a real man, then why is he so loud, and can get Nangong Lie's forgiveness not to pursue it, and why Nangong Lie and Jiao Gonggong have the expression that they want to laugh but can't laugh? She can think through everything in an instant.

Because she actually misunderstood a real man as a woman, and kept calling him sister?

Zhenliang was dazed and dazed, and kept asking himself, is the Asian Prophet a woman or a man?Is this possible?

She replied that it was impossible ten thousand times, but there was a voice in her heart that said it was very possible twenty thousand times.

Staring closely at that enchanting and charming face, Zhen Liang still couldn't believe it, but she had to try to believe it!If it is confirmed that the sub-prophet is a woman, then the doubts in her heart will never be resolved, but once it is determined that he is a man, then all doubts can be easily resolved.

She could immediately understand why Prophet Ya was so angry, why Nangong Lie said that Prophet Ya didn't kill her because he fell in love with her, why Nangong Lie held her trembling for so long, because she put A man who is more beautiful than a woman recognizes a woman!Despite calling him his sister, he enthusiastically recommended him to be Nangong Lie's concubine...

This must be a great insult and stimulus to the sub-prophet, right?

hey hey!

Zhenliang felt that he was really unlucky, why didn't he think deeply about the words of "call me sister Asia" and "I'm not a man" from the Prophet Ya?

Sensing the gaze cast by her side, Zhenliang suddenly turned her head to look. Although there was no smile on Nangong Lie's face, the radiant look was obviously full of ridicule and irony towards her.

Regardless of the difference between the two men and women, Zhenliang leaned close to Nangong Lie's ear, gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't the emperor tell me that he is a man?"

Nangong Lie said with an innocent face, "He is a man, why should I tell?"

"You—" What Zhenliang hates the most at this moment is not herself, but the villain Nangong Lie.

He clearly knew that she had misunderstood the gender of the sub-prophet, but he deliberately did not explain it by staying out of the matter. He even encouraged her to anger the sub-prophet directly or indirectly in his own way.

Damn, damn it!

Zhenliang suddenly felt that Nangong Lie was so generous to give the sour plum duck to him in the end, maybe it was a guilty conscience!

"Prophet Ya, Concubine Liang likes your sour plum duck very much. Would you like to stay in the palace and become the chef of Shijiu Garden?"

Nangong Lie's words made Zhenliang's eyes widen in surprise. It sounded like the emperor loved Concubine Liang, so he decided to keep the Prophet Ya, but Zhenliang thought that Nangong Lie was just using her name to It's just for the sake of other people living in the palace.

He just did that kind of bastard thing, trying to use this kind of name to win her forgiveness and favor, it's really no way!

"Please forgive me, the emperor. The grassroots are used to living an unrestrained life, and they don't want to be bound by any form."

Unexpectedly, Prophet Ya refused without even thinking about it. Zhenliang stared at him without blinking, thinking that the biggest reason for his refusal to stay must be anger at her for treating him as a woman.