The queen is also a big boss today

Chapter 22 Wolf Den Warning
"Well, it's not that I don't like it. Old man Kong's lectures are too detailed, and I don't have much interest in listening to them. What's more, I can understand them after reading them, so I like to be lazy."

There is no way, who made her born smart and have a photographic memory?
Tsk, there is nothing we can do for God to eat!

Jun Wuji was surprised, seeing the little man's shy appearance, he also bent his mouth for a moment.

"Your Highness is really smart."

Di Beiyao took a few mouthfuls to finish eating the noodles, and finally burped, squinting his eyes into the shape of a crescent moon: "You have vision!"

Touching his bulging stomach, he did not forget to boast: "The noodles are delicious, but you are not the prince of Nanyue, how can you cook?"

Old man Kong often said that a gentleman is far away from the cook, and a gentleman is far from the cook.

Any man with a little family background would not enter the kitchen, let alone a prince of a country.

Jun Wuji's silver eyes were stained with sadness, and he said slowly: "When my mother was still alive, every time I was born,

The queen mother would cook for me and make me a bowl of longevity noodles. Later, the queen mother left, so I learned how to make it myself. "

Di Beiyao wished he could slap himself with melon seeds, to make you cheap, to mention other people's sad things.

Scratching his head, he changed the subject and said, "Then what, when is your birthday?"

"April [-]th." Although Jun Wuji didn't understand why Di Beiyao asked this question, he told the truth.

"Next time on your birthday, I'll serve you longevity noodles." Di Beiyao raised his face and hooked Jun Wuji's shoulder with a hook.

On that exquisite and beautiful face, the words "Brothers are good" and "Justice" are almost written on it.

Jun Wuji looked at the little man hooking his shoulders with a funny face. He wanted the little man to be his wife, but she was fine. Look at this posture, does he want to treat himself as a brother?
This will not work.

The corners of the lips curled up a little, and the low and magnetic voice was coaxing: "In the future, on my birthday, may His Highness make longevity noodles for me?"

Di Beiyao was feeling guilty in his heart, and besides, he said that Jun Wuji would be his empress in the future, so he nodded and said generously, "OK!"

Without even noticing, he stepped into Jun Wuji's wolf den step by step.

The corners of Jun Wuji's lips became more curved, and even the corners of his eyes and brows softened. The snow-capped mountain aura that had remained unchanged for thousands of years had now turned into a puddle of spring water.

As the breeze blew, the curtains of the carriage were rolled up a little, and Qi Sha, who was guarding outside the carriage, happened to see this scene,
Turn away silently, it's over, the master has fallen, and it can be regarded as completely carried into the hands of the emperor,

He has been with the master for more than ten years, and he has never seen the master show such an expression to any woman.
Closing his eyes, he looked melancholy at the strangely shaped clouds above the sky.

So should I support the master, or support the master, or support the master?

Roushui Palace.

Incense curls up, and the shadow of the veil moves.

Lu'er, who was dressed as a court lady, stepped forward, and respectfully said to the figure with closed eyes behind the veil:
"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here."

Concubine Rou opened her eyes, and there was undisguised joy in her beautiful eyes: "Daddy is here? Quick, Lu'er, change clothes for this concubine."

"Yes."

Murong Yun was sitting in the front hall of Roushui Palace, sipping a cup of tea. Murong Yun is the Prime Minister of the court, and he is already fifty-five this year. The years have left many marks on his face.
But under those deep eyes, there is no trace of vicissitudes, more of the calmness and deterrence accumulated in the officialdom for many years.

　That's not what the birthday says, I know, but...

　　The concubine can't do it, so let's do it,
　　I really don't know how to calculate.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)