Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 200 Gifts 2
When Lord Ling walked into the sleeping hall, he saw red candles burning brightly in the room. Qin Luoyu was sitting in front of the desk, with his chin resting on one hand, his head was biting, and he was already too sleepy.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she opened her eyes in a daze, and when she saw Ling Junxing, her eyes lit up immediately, and she ran over excitedly: "Your Majesty!"

"The concubine hasn't seen the emperor for a long time. The concubine can't go out, can't go to the emperor, why doesn't the emperor come to see him?"

The girl's voice was soft and soft, with a bit of grievance, like a small feather brush, gently brushing over his heart, arousing inexplicable emotions and agitation.

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

After a while, Fang Fang softened his voice and said in a low voice, "I'm a little busy these days."

"Oh." Qin Luoyu responded sullenly, and went straight to the point, "Your Majesty, have you been to Prince Zhao's Mansion these days?"

Ling Junxing: "Not yet."

"The emperor is free to go to Zhao Wang's mansion, okay?"

"Why?"

"The concubine prepared a gift for the emperor there. But the concubine can't say it yet, anyway, the emperor will be very pleasantly surprised when he sees it."

Ling Junxing stared at her for a while: "You asked me to come here on purpose, and waited for me to come so late, just to say this?"

Qin Luoyu: "Yes."

Otherwise he thought so.

It's not that I wrote a note in the past because I was afraid that he would not take it seriously, so I said it face to face.

Afraid that Lord Ling would not be able to go, Qin Luoyu pleaded: "Your Majesty, can you go to Prince Zhao's Mansion tomorrow?"

Ling Junxing: "OK."

*
The next day, Prince Zhao's Mansion.

In the originally clean and elegant Xiyuan Garden, a ring-shaped fence was surrounded by freshly split green bamboos.

Dozens of dirty little rabbits were raised inside the fence. The radishes and greens were gnawed to pieces by them, and the scattered feces of the little rabbits were scattered on the ground.

Although the servants clean the rabbit nest every day, there are still too many rabbits, and there is still an obvious smell when it is a little closer to the fence.

The old steward coughed a few times, "This rabbit was sent by Miss Wei. Miss Wei said that it was specially caught by the empress in the Daishan hunting ground as a gift for the emperor. The old servant dared not neglect, so he decided to give these rabbits in Xiyuan. The rabbit built a shelter..."

It may be that these rabbits look a little ugly now, and they cannot be called "gifts".

The old steward quickly added: "When these rabbits were first delivered, they were white and snow-white, so they looked good."

"It's just that the ground is dirty these days, and the weather is cold again, so this old slave didn't dare to bathe these rabbits..."

And there are too many rabbits, there are not many servants in the mansion, and they have to take care of Mr. Ji, even if they want to bathe the rabbits, they can't afford it.

While the old steward was talking, a fat rabbit tried to slip through the gap in the bamboo fence, but got stuck in the gap in embarrassment, unable to advance or retreat.

Ling Junxing slowly squatted down, rescued the trapped rabbit, and put it back in the fence.

Looking at the dozens of rabbits jumping here and there in the fence, he couldn't express his mood for a while.

The beauty left by the little rabbit raised in his youth seemed to have collapsed in an instant.

It may be that there was only one rabbit at that time, and several servants surrounded it to take care of it.

So every time he sees rabbits after school, they are like snow-white and lovely fluffy balls, and holding them in his arms makes people feel soft.

Unexpectedly...

Memory may beautify some things subconsciously, for example, that little rabbit.

Um.He was careless.

That day when she asked him what he liked, he shouldn't have told her that he liked rabbits.

(End of this chapter)