Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 99
The first ray of morning light shines through the hollowed-out tallow window, casting fine spots of sunlight, and the chicks chirp and cheer outside the window, euphemistically and delicately, as if they are calling for their mother.

On the wide bed of agarwood wood, the mother and son are sleeping in each other's arms. The one big and one small sleeping faces are soft and beautiful soaked in the morning light, so peaceful that it seems that the outside world is no longer important.

When Xuanyuanche pushed the door open and stepped into the room, what he saw was the scene in front of him. An unknown warm current flowed uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, spreading from the heart to all the limbs.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but it was so irresistible!

Step by step, he approached the bed, the twilight of the morning sun shone through the window and shone on Feng Qian's snow-like cheeks, the soft and shining light made her facial features more three-dimensional.

She has a pair of heart-stirring eyes, sometimes sly and sometimes cold, but when she closes her eyes, her beauty is not compromised at all, but a little more quiet and sweet.The dense and curled eyelashes are blinking lightly, and under the small and straight nose is a pair of lips that don't smudge red, which looks particularly sexy and soft.

Looking at it, he unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch her plump, slightly pouty lips. The moment his fingertips just touched her lips, the little prince turned over with a soft moan, which woke him up.

He suddenly took a step backwards!
what happened to him?
Why did you seem to be possessed just now, out of control?

At this time, Feng Qian also turned over, and the quilt covering the mother and son fell off the bed and slid to the ground.

Xuanyuan Che subconsciously reached out and caught the quilt. Looking at the unhealthy sleeping appearance of the mother and son, he chuckled lightly, a hint of pampering that he didn't even notice flashed in his eyes, and gently covered the mother and son with the quilt. , After watching for a moment, he left the room without a word.

The moment the door closed, Feng Qian woke up. She opened her eyes, turned her head in a daze, and found that there was no one in the room.

Is it an illusion?
Feng Qian lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, walked to the table, and poured a cup of tea.

When the teacup was about to touch her lips, she paused and pursed her lips subconsciously.

It's strange, just now she clearly felt someone touch her lips, it was so real, it was so crispy and numb, it tickled her heart, could it really be just a dream?

In the dream, she vaguely saw the person touching her lips, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, it was clearly Xuanyuanche.

impossible!impossible!
She shook her head suddenly, it couldn't be him!

His ice Buddha was terribly cold, how could he do such ambiguous things to her?

Besides, so what if it was him?
She will leave the palace sooner or later, they are like two parallel people, there will never be an intersection!

Even if you have a good impression occasionally, it is just an illusion!

Just as Feng Qian shook his head and sighed, the little prince also woke up, sat on the bed, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and felt sleepy.

"Mother!"

Feng Qian looked back at him: "Ye'er, get up quickly, the queen mother will take you to school."

The little prince changed into a black brocade robe, with a white jade crown on his head, inlaid with the North Sea Pearl, his fair skin was like an egg membrane that could be broken by blowing, and there were two lumps of baby fat on his cheeks, very cute, with long and dense eyelashes Like two small brushes, the black jade-like eyes radiate sparkling stars from time to time.

Feng Qian looked at the son who was carved out of the same mold as Xuanyuanche, and the more she looked at it, the more proud she was, she couldn't help stretching out her claws, pinching and rubbing his face: "Why is my son so handsome?"

The little prince was rubbed by her, and sighed helplessly: "Mother, can you stop being so superficial? People who don't know think that the child has no other advantages except being handsome."

"Uh..." Being despised by her son, Feng Qian had black lines all over her head.

Holding his son's hand, he came to the upper study room. From a distance, two little boys walked up, dressed in martial arts, one in a blue robe and long gown, each with a small schoolbag slung over his body, each of them looked like a little boy carved in jade. .

Walking closer, the two of them bowed to the little prince together, and said in a childish voice: "Luofeng (Xinggu) pays homage to His Royal Highness the prince!"

Regardless of their small stature, they are five or six years old, but they have a good shape and order when they make a bow.

The little prince waved his small hand: "Be flat."

The three of them looked like monarchs and ministers saluting, respectful and respectful, and there was no room for sloppy, but the next moment, the three happily held hands and started chatting on twitter.

"Have you all reviewed yesterday's homework?"

"I asked my brother for advice. He is a big idiot. He doesn't understand anything. His chess skills are not as good as mine."

"My father is very busy and has no time to teach me. He casually threw me a chess book and asked me to learn it by myself. There are many characters that I don't know."

"His Royal Highness, what about you?"

"Yesterday my father played chess with me and taught me a lot of terms."

"I'm so envious."

"I heard that the king's chess skills are very superb."

"Now Taifu Han will never hit your palm again."

"..."

Feng Qian looked down at the three little buns who were chatting with each other sentence by sentence, and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that these two little guys were Luo Feng and Xinggu in his son's mouth. Somewhat similar, and both have the surname Luo, so probably the idiot brother he is talking about is Luo Ying, right?
So cute!
Thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

The two little buns looked up in surprise.

Luo Feng asked curiously: "His Royal Highness, who is she?"

The little prince smiled and rolled his eyes: "She is my mother."

Luo Feng sized Feng Qian up and down in an old fashioned way: "Is she the queen?"

Xinggu opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Queen?"

Seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of the two children, Feng Qian couldn't help but want to tease them, bent down, smiled at them and said, "You two children, haven't you seen a young and beautiful aunt like me?"

The two little buns immediately looked at her with a strange expression. After a while, Luo Feng took the lead and said, "His Royal Highness, it's getting late, let's hurry to class."

Xinggu nodded: "Yes, Taifu Han hates students being late the most."

The little prince waved at Feng Qian: "Mother, let's go to class first."

After finishing speaking, the three of them held small hands, turned around and left.

"Uh..." She was flamboyantly ignored.

Feng Qian suddenly had black lines all over her head, and shouted at them with her hips on her hips, "Hey, you little devils, what's your attitude? Do you know how to be polite?"

The three walked into the upper study room from a distance as if they had never heard of it.

Feng Qian suddenly laughed: "Little ghost, you have quite a personality!"

She was relieved that her son was accompanied by two such friends.

Turning around, just about to go back to the palace, unexpectedly bumped into someone.

Under this collision, the chess pieces in the opponent's hand fell to the ground, the chess pieces made of jade crackled and fell to the ground, and the flawless white jade chessboard also fell to the ground, with a slender crack in the middle .

Feng Qian was stunned.

The opponent is an old man with white beard and silver hair, about 60 years old, with white hair and a childlike face, quite strong, but at the moment he is panicked, he squats down, picks up the chessboard, his hands tremble: "My chessboard, my chessboard! !"

(End of this chapter)