Cute girl Shura

Chapter 393 Jealous
He kindly let go of the complex in Chen Ling's heart, but Yao'er was always disobedient and came to play with Chen Ling every day dryly.

I don't know if it's because she has been with Chen Ling for a long time, but now when she speaks, out of ten sentences, eight or nine of them contain Brother Chen Ling.

Today is sunny and breezy.

Outside the Government Affairs Hall, a head poked in from time to time.

"Zi Shen and brother Chen Ling are both here, but I only made a cup of tea, which one should I give?"

Yesterday Dongju picked some jasmine flowers for her to play with, and she put them on the window sill. Unexpectedly, when she got up this morning, the flowers withered, she wanted to throw them away, and suddenly wanted to make some cups of jasmine tea After waiting for a long time, he finally fell asleep. After waking up, he found that the water was almost dry.

After finally squeezing out a cup, it happened that both Mu Zishen and Chen Ling were there, so he couldn't help being caught in a dilemma.

Holding the teacup, she walked back and forth, poking her head occasionally to see if anyone had left.

Dong Ju said that when serving tea, she has to look at the head first, and then serve tea according to the head.

But before she made tea, she clearly saw Zishen alone in the government affairs hall, why did Brother Chen Ling appear suddenly.

Otherwise, divide them into two cups and drink half of each person... Yes, it's decided!
"Miss Du, what are you doing here?"

Just as Du Yao was about to turn around happily and go back to get a cup to share, someone patted her on the shoulder behind her.

She looked back, only to find that the teacup in her hand was inexplicably overturned, and half of the freshly brewed tea was spilled on the back of her hand.

"Wow—" She jumped up in fright, and couldn't help crying out because of the heat.

"Miss Du, are you alright?"

The other party was a little court lady with an unfamiliar face. It was said that she was transferred from the former Caifeng Palace, her name was Xiaocui.

Du Yao had no time to pay attention to her, she just blew on the back of her red hand in pain, and looked at the half-poured jasmine tea with distress.

Now it's all right, even half of it can't be divided.

In the hall, Mu Zishen and Chen Ling both heard the movement outside the door, and ran out in large strides one after the other.

"What's the matter?" Mu Zishen asked Du Yao's red hand when he saw it, and quickly pulled it over.

Chen Ling's gaze fell on Xiao Cui who was kneeling on the ground at the first moment, only to hear her answer first: "Go back to Your Majesty, just now I saw a figure standing here sneakily. I didn't know it was Miss Du, so I whispered." After asking, I didn't expect Miss Du to be so timid, she knocked over the tea in her hand and burned herself."

"Next time, let the palace servants do these things, you don't have to do them yourself, you understand?"

Mu Zishen kept his eyes on her injured place, and quickly blew a breath of fairy air to relieve her swelling and pain, and then used the pharmacopoeia to restore her hands to normal.

Du Yao swallowed what she was about to say, but curled her lips, looking at the half cup of scented tea that Chen Ling took over, her eyes reluctant to part.

Looking at her expression, Chen Ling smiled gently, picked up the teacup on the spot, drank it, and boasted: "The taste is very special, sweet and refreshing, with a fragrance on the lips and teeth. I don't know who made the tea."

"Brother Chen Ling, do you really think it's delicious?" When Du Yao heard this, her eyes lit up, she took her hand out of Mu Zishen's hand, turned to Chen Ling, and said happily, "This is the jasmine flower that Yao'er brewed." The tea was originally intended for you to drink, Brother Chen Ling, do you like it?"

"Of course I like it." Chen Ling smiled warmly, and when he cast his gaze on Mu Zishen, what he saw was his livid face. He couldn't help but find it very funny, so naturally he laughed even louder.

"I've prepared it for Zishen too!" Du Yao clapped her hands, turned her head and said to Mu Zishen, who was unhappy, and before Mu Zishen's handsome face could shine, she heard her sigh again, "It's a pity, I didn't like you just now." I don't know why, Mingming Yao'er served it well, she called me suddenly, I turned around and splashed half of it, otherwise Zishen would have tasted the other half."

She pointed to Xiao Cui who was kneeling on the ground and dared not raise her head, and said with some regret.

Seeing the situation, Muzi had no choice but to bear it in order not to make her sad, "It's okay, the jasmine tea you brewed, I drank it several times before."

As he said that, he glanced at Chen Ling intentionally, as if he had just told him something just now, so that he wouldn't be too happy too early, then he straightened his face and shouted to the guard waiting not far away: "Come on!" People, drag out this slave who committed crimes, and serve the thirty masters with a heavenly stick!"

"promise!"

Xiao Cui raised her head with a look of panic, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please forgive me! The slaves didn't do anything, Your Majesty! Your Majesty..."

Du Yao was also puzzled, just as he was about to ask, Mu Zishen had already turned his head and walked inward, and it was obvious that he was not in a good mood either.

"Brother Chen Ling, why did he punish her?"

Chen Ling raised his head and drank the remaining scented tea, and replied with a smile: "First, she spilled His Majesty's tea; second, she hurt you..."

"Ok?"

Du Yao seemed to understand, but when she heard the first reason, she still asked a little worried: "Then... Zishen is unhappy because he didn't drink tea?"

He said it himself just now, he drank it several times before, that is to say, he has already drank it, nothing unusual!
How did she know that right now, what Mu Zishen misses the most is that when she was An Yao in the human world, she was kind to every inch of him, even if it was just a cup of tea made by herself.

"Well, that's it." Chen Ling didn't want to explain too much to her, so he just patted her on the shoulder and hinted: "When you make tea, remember to cook more, Brother Chen Ling likes to drink it very much."

After speaking, he also strode into the hall.

Du Yao stood in place, thought about it, and then suddenly realized that it was so...

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Ximen Jingdi

"Hey, kid, why are you ignoring me?"

Xixi pouted, and poked Luo Lin's shoulder with her short fingers.

Unexpectedly, the closer she got, the more Luo Lin hid.

After witnessing the whole process of Xixi's killing of Lan Mei last time, including the ruthlessness with which she would not spare her soul, he still shudders when he thinks about it.

After Xixi's treatment, Mo Quinmo's injury was almost healed.

Seeing Xixi playing with Luo Lin now, he thought he saw Du Yao when he was a child.

When he was in a daze, he couldn't help calling softly: "Yao'er..."

Luo Lin turned his head and saw Mo Qinmo standing there in a daze, and Xixi had been pestering him all the time, so he ran over and raised his hand and said, "Master Death, since you have recovered from your injuries, why don't we sneak into the imperial palace together and kill him?" The Emperor of Heaven was caught off guard, what do you think?"

Mo Qin finally regained his composure, and then smiled, "No."

Now the Heavenly Emperor, Mu Zishen took over, let alone killing him, I am afraid that even a single hair on him would not be able to be hurt.

(End of this chapter)