Canglan Empress

Chapter 718
Yaohua frowned and was about to speak.

On the opposite side, a pair of black phoenix eyes looked at him innocently: "I'm hungry."

The corner of Yaohua's mouth twitched: "..."

Can you imagine an adult man in his early twenties playing the role of an ignorant child acting like a baby?
This is right in front of you.

The corners of Yaohua's eyebrows twitched a few times, and he stared at him deeply for a moment, but didn't say anything, and silently fed him a steamed stuffed bun.

Then he picked up the bird's nest porridge and fed him with a spoon.

Rong Jin was very cooperative, he ate obediently, without showing any signs of losing his temper.

After eating four steamed buns and a bowl of bird's nest porridge, Rong Jin looked up at Yaohua and said weakly, "I'm full."

Yaohua heard the words, and silently put the empty bowl on the tray.

"You have a big temper." Only then did Yaohua settle accounts with him, "Why did you overturn the basin just now?"

Rong Jin blinked and looked at him with innocent eyes.

After filling his stomach, his expression no longer looked so sluggish. Although his complexion was still weak, it was the paleness in his weakness that set off the innocent and pure eyes, which made him look more...

Yaohua frowned, if he didn't know in his heart that he lost his memory directly, he would have thought that Rong Jin was possessed by a playwright.

"Your Highness."

Huan'er came in with a water basin, "This servant is helping Mr. Rong wipe himself—"

"Don't rub it." Rong Jin's expression changed slightly, and there was a clear guard and rejection between his eyebrows and eyes, just like the subconscious reaction of the little wolf when he encountered an enemy, with obvious hostility, "Get out!"

Huan'er was stunned.

Yaohua couldn't help but frowned again, and looked at Rong Jin displeasedly: "Are you going to lose your temper again?"

Rong Jin turned his head and met Shang Yaohua's cold gaze, all guard and hostility on his face gradually disappeared, and then he lay down on the soft pillow without saying a word.

Although he didn't speak, he could clearly feel his depression.

Yaohua couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

An eerie silence lasted for a moment.

Yaohua said: "You go out first."

Huan'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes: "Yes."

Seeing Huan'er walk out, the corners of Rong Jin's mouth couldn't help but rise, with obvious happiness appearing on his face.

Looking at Yaohua, he leaned on his arm obediently, waiting for Yaohua to rub the medicine on his body.

Yaohua twisted the soaked soft handkerchief silently, cleaned his wound, and then applied medicine.

"Beauty..." Rong Jin couldn't help opening his mouth, wanting to talk to him.

Yaohua interrupted him lightly: "Call me Your Highness."

Rong Jin frowned: "Your Highness?"

Yao Hua hummed.

"Beauty sounds nice." Dissatisfaction surfaced on Rong Jin's face, "Your Highness doesn't sound good, and they all call you Your Highness, so I don't want to call you Your Highness."

Yaohua: "..."

"Beauty." Rong Jin called out again, with a soft voice, "Beauty is beautiful, and her voice is nice."

Yaohua glared at him: "Don't call me a beauty."

Rong Jin looked at him silently.

If those people in Northern Qi saw their Ninth Prince's current appearance, they would probably twitch with fright.

Yaohua thought coldly, but said: "If you don't like to be called Your Highness, you can call me by my name, Yaohua."

"Yao... Hua..." Rong Jin read each word, with a smile on his brows and eyes, "It sounds good."

Yaohua glanced at him.

"Xiao Huahua." Rong Jin frowned with a smile, "Xiao Huahua sounds nice, Xiao... Huahua?"

Yaohua's face darkened: "Yaohua, it's still Your Highness, you choose one."

Rong Jin raised his eyes and smiled innocently: "Xiaohuahua sounds nice."

(End of this chapter)