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Chapter 554 Prince, Dare to Marry (63)

His Highness the Devil didn't take it seriously, straightened his clothes, and returned to the palace gracefully and calmly.

The palace people left half of the hot hands to urge Rose, and the other half went back to the palace with him.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, before he took off his cloak, he gave an order: "Go and invite the twelve emperors to come over, and tell me that the kitchen made her favorite rose cake today."

Changed into normal clothes, and just sat down, the person who went to invite the Twelve Emperors came back.

Came back alone.

After asking, it turned out that the twelfth princess refused because she was sick.

Mo An, who was drinking tea, didn't lift his head: "Continue please."

His brows and eyes were bent.

No wonder she likes to drink it, the tea tastes really good.

Mo An automatically ignored the words that followed her.

"Go and find out, how much tea is left, bring it here."

"Yes."

The palace man in charge of things in the palace took orders and left.

After a while, he came back with a delicate wooden box.

Mo An opened the box and took a look, immediately disappointed: "Why are there only so many left?"

"Your Highness, you forgot that this year's tea output is not much, and you only divided it into two taels. A few days ago, the Seventh Prince came to ask for some more, and now there is less than one tael left." The palace servant explained tremblingly.

"Too little!" Mo An frowned in dissatisfaction: "Send someone to ask the Queen Mother." There must be some there, remembering that she seemed to have three catties of tea leaves left.

Because she also likes to drink this tribute tea.

"If there is, it will be a catty."

"Yes."

The palace man took his order and went away again.

The palace man left, and the palace man who went to invite Jiu'er came back.

"Your Highness." With a mournful face, he felt aggrieved: "His Royal Highness the Twelfth Emperor said that she has unfinished homework today, so she refuses to come."

Mo'an: ...

Yo, this time I have a big temper, and I don't like my favorite rose cake anymore.

This is the big deal.

After thinking about it, Mo An nodded her eyebrows: "Go ask her again, just tell her that Marshal Ning has a new story for her."

If he can't invite this, he can only give up.

Sighing, Mo An reclined on the soft couch, picked up a book from the case, turned to the place where he read it last time, and continued to read.

The long eyelashes are drooping, and occasionally lightly twisted, reflecting the lights in the temple, like a beauty walking out of a painting.

This is what Jiu'er saw when she walked in under the leadership of the palace servants.

Couldn't help looking at it, the palace servants wanted to go over and call him, but she stopped them.

It felt like an unforgivable crime to disturb him at this time.

Covering her mouth, Jiu'er tiptoed, walked gently to the table and sat down, resting her chin in a daze.

Time passed little by little.

When Mo An woke up from the book, he smelled rose cakes.

As soon as the palace servant brought in the plate, the aroma of rose cakes permeated the entire hall, making it impossible to ignore.

Even Mo An couldn't.

Jiu'er, who loves rose cakes the most, naturally can't, she has been staring at the palace maid for a long time... the tray in her hand, her eyes are shining, and her mouth is drooling.

Although he has grown up a bit, his greediness has not changed at all.

Mo An got off the couch, walked quietly behind her, and stood there like a ghost for a while.

Watching the palace servants come, put a small dish of rose cakes on the table, watching Jiu'er squeeze a piece of rose cakes into her mouth with her fat little hands.

Only then did he make a faint voice: "Didn't you say that you are not in good health? Still have the appetite to eat rose cakes?"

pat!

The rose cake in Jiu'er's hand fell to the ground, and she was covered in ashes, she couldn't eat it.

Jiu'er herself was trembling with fright, clutching her heart and gasping for breath.

But compared to this, she felt more sorry for such a wasted pastry, pouted her mouth, and stared at Mo'an in dissatisfaction: "Brother Jiu, what are you doing!"

They all frightened people!
Mo An hooked the corners of her lips, showing no sincerity: "I didn't do anything, I just cared about your body."

He brushed up the hem of his robe, sat beside her, with a relaxed expression: "I'm not feeling well, um~"

Jiu'er's face turned red all of a sudden, and she looked around with a guilty conscience.

After a long time, he moaned and chirped: "I, I'm not in poor health, Jiu'er let go, I'm sorry, Brother Jiu."

She lowered her head, and her fingers stirred her skirt like da da da flowers.

It's inexplicably distressing.

The anger in Mo An's heart has long since dissipated, and he can't get angry with a child.

Look away: "Okay, I don't blame you, I made it specially for you, eat it."

Jiu'er glanced at him quietly, and made sure that he was not angry, so she let out a long sigh of relief, sat down, and ate the pastry.

Take two bites and drink tea.

But it was snatched by someone with quick eyes and hands.Keep it handy.

Jiu'er was dumbfounded.

Then she pursed her mouth again.

really.Ninth brother is still angry, look, no tea is given to her.

I can only gnaw on the snacks a little bit aggrieved.

A little choked, but we dare not say.

His hands were faster than his mind, and Mo An was also very embarrassed.

It's not that she won't drink it, it's just that there is only a little tea in this teapot, which is left over from Tangxi this afternoon.

There isn't much tea, so save it.

He coughed lightly, and calmly ordered the palace servants: "Go and make a pot of tea for the twelve emperors."

Jiu'er glanced at him quietly again, then at the teapot and white jade cup.

Oh, it's not that she is not allowed to drink, but she is not allowed to drink this pot.

Alas, isn't this pot Jiuge Te's precious one? It was locked up and never used three years ago, so it was picked up again?

Jiu'er's big nimble eyes rolled around, revealing a sly smile.

She understood, it was Sister Ning who came back.

Otherwise, this pot and this cup may not see the light of day.

Mo An noticed her gaze, and was inexplicably ashamed: "If you don't eat yours, what do you see me doing?"

As if to take away her plate, Jiu'er quickly turned around holding the plate, grabbed one and ate it.

Hushijiu is online!
Mo An was speechless.

In three years, nothing else has risen much, but the power of protecting food has become stronger and stronger.

He didn't really want to take it away either.

Withdrawing his hand as if nothing had happened, he poured another cup of tea into his white jade cup, and with a light shake, the green tea swayed slightly, forming circles of lines.

Very nice.

He just squeezed the cup and drank it down.

The tea that the palace man made for Jiu'er also came, and Jiu'er quickly asked him to pour a cold cup, staring at the steaming tea with longing eyes, and nibbling on the dessert bit by bit.

I'm so choked, I really want to drink water.

Mo'an: ...

How do you feel like you abused her?

Jiu'er's eyes complained.

What seems like, obviously is!Give snacks but not tea, hum!
Mo'an: ...

After pondering for a moment, he touched an ordinary teacup and poured her a cup of tea from the purple sand pot.

Because it has been a long time, the tea in the pot is not hot, it is just warm enough to drink.

Jiu'er took it away and drank it down, finally feeling comfortable.

However, Mo An was not very comfortable.

It wasn't until the palace man came back with a box of tea that the expression on his face improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)