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Chapter 338 Make Chicken Soup for Nine Thousand Years Old

The butler of the palace arranged for the two of them to go to an elegant guest room and then retreated.

An ambiguous orange halo lit up the room.

In fact, Li Aotian does not help everyone.

He is looking at character.

It has long been heard that Su Jinmo and the Su family have different temperaments. He is strong, loyal, kind, and capable of writing and martial arts, and endures hardships and stands hard work. He is a good player on the battlefield. Playful, not indiscriminate, sincere to Su Peiyun, this point, Li Aotian still appreciates it.

What kind of man is a reputable man if he doesn't dote on the woman he loves.

Moreover, he is also selfish.

In any case, his little Yushu was also Su Jinmo's half-sister, and he would be more at ease in having such a brother as her natal family in the future.

Su Peiyun wiped away her tear-filled little face, and firmly looked at the thin window paper, with the shadows cast by the big trees on it.

Her delicate and thin back made Su Jinmo feel very distressed. He couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her slender waist from behind: "Let's talk about Peiyun."

"Brother..." Su Peiyun suddenly changed her name, and called back the name she used to call, which was also what she should be called, and then forcibly broke his hand: "Please, don't force me anymore, I don't want to be with you , Really, I only regard you as my elder brother, if you force me again, I will kill myself."

The word suicide is too heavy for Su Jinmo.

Su Peiyun's temperament is already chaste and strong, if he pushes her hard, she will definitely do such a thing.

Su Jinmo's lips trembled, and his voice was rough and hoarse: "Okay, okay, I won't force you, but I have the responsibility to guard you tonight, go to sleep, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the wicker chair."

After all, Su Jinmo walked towards the rattan chair with a sad face, and closed his eyes wearily.

Su Peiyun looked back at him, even if she couldn't bear it, she had to be cruel.

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Li Aotian who came back was bored.

He couldn't sleep anymore.

Pacing back and forth in the Jiuqu corridor in front of Qianqing Palace, I couldn't bear to disturb that little thing's dream.

Just when he wanted to go back to his bedroom to rest, his eyes fell on the imperial dining room, where the lights were still on.

He wondered.

Who is still cooking so late.

He walked over lightly, the dining room lady was killing chickens.

"What are you doing?" Li Aotian shouted angrily.

With such a roar, the aunt in the dining room trembled with fear, and even the chicken feathers fell to the ground: "My lord, my servant... the servant is making soup."

"Who asked you to do it?" Li Aotian asked coldly.

The aunt of the dining room said: "Yes...it is the emperor."

"Your Majesty?" Li Aotian raised his eyebrows in doubt: "The Emperor?"

The aunt of the dining room swallowed her saliva, and finished the sentence: "Go back to the lord, the emperor didn't get up, the emperor ordered the servants to cook chicken soup for Jiu Qiansui."

"What!" Li Aotian was furious: "The emperor asked you to cook chicken soup for Jiuqian?"

The aunt of the dining room nodded: "Yes, this chicken soup has to be boiled for several hours before it tastes good, so the servants boiled it in advance, so that nine thousand years old breakfast can be served, this is what the emperor ordered thousands of times."

A few days ago, Xiao Shushu couldn't coax Jiu Qiantui into anger when he got angry, so he had to come up with a way to lure him with delicious food.

Li Aotian's fire raged, well, he never said he was so careful with himself when he was sick, but now he is thinking of making chicken soup for Cheng Ya!

"Give me the chicken." Li Aotian looked at the dead chicken and said.

(End of this chapter)