Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 530 Covenant is Virtue

Big Dog returned to the tent, but he didn't find Feng Yang, so he became nervous.

He looked around, asked around, and when he heard that Feng Yang was received by the prince to serve him, his face turned sour.

Others thought that Feng Yang had good luck and had cultivated the blessings of eight lifetimes before he could serve the prince, but the big dog didn't think that his face was ugly, especially knowing that Feng Yang was a woman, so he didn't dare to serve... think.

He heard that the prince never wanted anyone to wait around him, except for the few commanders who were close to him, it was difficult for others to meet him.

Feng Yang has not been here for a long time, although his cooking skills are good, but with his appearance, he doesn't think the prince has taken a fancy to him in disguise.

Unless the prince knows that Feng Yang is a woman!
Thinking of that night, the fairy girl with black hair and shawl in the lake, her body was as white as jade, the big dog felt anxious and uncomfortable, and ran directly towards the camp in the middle.

But what he didn't expect was that it was easy for him to get in and out before, but now he was stopped by someone: "No one else is allowed in!"

The mystery that Dagou held on to in his heart was broken. He looked at the tent from a distance, imagining the prince hugging his beloved girl, and the beauty of these days collapsed at this moment.

"I'm here to see Feng Yang, my fellow townsman, please let me know!" He started to panic, his eyes fixed on the tent, hoping to see Feng Yang's figure.

But no, the soldier's cold words sounded in his ears: "Feng Yang is now the prince's personal attendant, not something you can see whenever you want."

The big dog felt uncomfortable, and couldn't believe that in just one day, things changed drastically. She was obviously sleeping in the same tent with him last night.

Regardless of the obstruction, he wanted to rush in, and started to shout...

In the tent, Feng Nuanyang looked at the calligraphy that had been polished evenly by her, and felt bored in his heart.

At this time, Ye Si opened the curtain and brought in a tray with several plates of snacks and fragrant scented tea on it. '

Feng Nuanyang took a deep breath, and the glutton in her stomach began to squirm. The tension just now had already dissipated. After sitting for such a long time, her mood had already calmed down. She really wanted to eat now.

Ye Si felt that strong gaze, and the corners of her mouth twitched. The princess's gluttonous nature was still the same for several years.

After he put the things down, he flashed out.

Feng Nuanyang looked at the almond rice cakes, herbal balls, scallion pancakes on the plate...

I licked the corner of my mouth, I really want to eat it!
This is her favorite. It has been four years. For four years, she hasn't eaten these things. One is that she can't afford them, and the other is that she doesn't know where to buy them. These things cannot be made by ordinary cooks.

Ming Qianjue put down the pen, rubbed his tired forehead, then randomly pinched a piece, and under Feng Nuanyang's fiery gaze, took a bite.

Then he frowned, spat out the contents of his mouth unhappily, and said with a cold face, "It's too sweet, take it out and pour it out!"

Feng Nuanyang's heart skipped a beat, looking at the delicate dim sum, her favorite, what did Ming Qianjue say, he's about to collapse if he doesn't like it?

"My lord, this is an important place for military camps, and food is precious, so it's not good!" Feng Nuanyang reminded forcefully, his stomach was very hungry.

There was a trace of a smile in Ming Qianjue's eyes, but his face was calm, his cold face was slightly unhappy, and the corners of his mouth were pursed: "I hate eating sweets."

Feng Nuanyang's eyes lit up: "My lord, if you don't like food, you can give it to someone you like. Saving is a virtue!"

(End of this chapter)