Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 319

Of course, she was an explorer who often traveled around the world before crossing, and being able to bandage wounds was just a basic operation.

But of course she couldn't say this to Jiu Que, she might be exorcised in the next second.

She turned her back to Jiuque, thought for a while, and then explained slowly: "Because my knee is damaged, I have seen Mingyue and others bandaging my wound a lot during this time, and I understand a little bit. Once bandaged, I can bandage so well!"

After finishing speaking, Qing Yange turned around, but saw Jiu Que sitting motionless, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Jiu Que's thin lips curled slightly, with a little teasing, "I want to sleep with you tonight."

Qing Yange's cheeks flushed, and she immediately stopped her and said, "No, no, this lonely man and widow is not proper."

"Didn't you just ask me to promise you with your body?" Jiu Que raised his eyebrows and asked.

Qing Yange waved his hand, "I was just talking casually, Jiu Que, you still—ah—"

Before Qing Yange finished speaking, she was hugged by Jiu Que by the waist, she knew that Jiu Que was injured and did not dare to struggle, so she could only chatter endlessly with her small mouth: "Jiu Que, let me down, what are you doing? "

In the next second, Qing Yange fell into a soft bed.

Qing Yange's eyes widened, only to realize that she was brought back to the bed by Jiu Que.

Without saying a word, Jiu Que rolled onto the bed and lied on him.

Seeing that delicate face getting closer, Qing Yange felt like her heart was beating a drum, "plop", "plop" non-stop.

Qingyange swallowed, trying to stop it.

However, before she could decide what to say, Jiu Que lay directly beside her, picked up the quilt and covered her body.

With the strong wind, the big palm exerted its internal force slightly, and the candlelight in the whole palace was extinguished in an instant.

Jiu Que circled Qing Yange's delicate body, and whispered in her ear with a magnetic voice: "Hey, sleep."

Qing Yange's body froze slightly, feeling the well-defined muscles, she was at a loss.

Soon, Jiu Que's very shallow breathing came from behind.

Slow and steady.

He fell asleep……

It turned out that she was thinking too much.

Thinking of this, Qing Yange stopped thinking about it, and soon she also fell into a deep sleep.

When she fell into sleep, Jiu Que opened those glazed eyes, staring at Qing Yange's sleeping face for a moment, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

A good night's sleep.

……

Golden Palace.

"Zi Jin, try this pastry, is it delicious?" Qing Yange held a bunny-shaped pastry and handed it to the little glutinous rice dumpling, her eyes were crooked and her tone was soft.

The little glutinous rice dumpling's eyes were shining like stars, he opened his cherry mouth, bit down the little pastry, and praised happily: "Wow! It's really good! Auntie, where did you buy it?" ? I want to eat every day."

The face of the little glutinous rice dumpling is round and round, and the skin can be broken by blowing bombs. People can't help but want to rub it, and the eyes are full of anticipation.

Qing Yange smiled, placed the plate of pastries directly in front of the little glutinous rice dumpling, and said softly: "Auntie made this by herself. If Zijin likes it, Auntie can make it for you every day."

"Good! Good!" Xiao Nuomi Dumpling happily clapped her hands.

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi was afraid that Qing Yange would go back on his word, so he stretched out his small hand and made a hook shape, pouting his shiny lips and said, "Auntie pulls the hook, don't go back on your word."

Qingyange stretched out a hand and pulled the hook of the little glutinous rice dumpling, "Auntie promises, I will never regret it."

"My aunt is the best aunt in the world~" Xiao Nuomi Duanzi praised eagerly.

Qing Yange had never seen Xiao Nuomi Duanzi express his emotions so enthusiastically. Right now, he was as carefree as a completely five-year-old child, with childish words and no taboos. She felt a little relieved in her heart.

Soon, this relief turned into a touch of distress.

How indulgent the little glutinous rice dumpling is today, how depressed he was when he was well-behaved and sensible in the past.

At the age of five, he should be as happy and at ease as he is now, but because of Tiancang's heavy responsibility, he suppressed his heart and became what everyone expected.

"Auntie, I still want juice." Xiao Nuomi Duanzi said suddenly.

"Juice? Isn't there soup here?" Qing Yange asked, pointing to the soup specially made for the small glutinous rice dumplings.

The little glutinous rice dumpling pushed the soup away, shaking its head like a rattle, "But I just want to drink juice, not soup."

Qing Yange sighed slightly, and stood up slowly, "Okay, aunt, I'll get you some juice, eat it well."

"Yeah!" The small head of the little glutinous rice dumpling kept lighting up like garlic.

Before Qingyange could move, a cold voice came from the gate, "Does Zijin want to drink juice?"

Qing Yange looked back and followed the prestige, and saw a bright and beautiful face in front of her eyes, a pair of sword eyebrows curved, there was a gleam of halo in those eyes that were as cold as glass, and her lips were slightly hooked. Immortal in painting.

Nine Que?

Why is he here?

Seeing Jiu Que, Qing Yange remembered what happened last night.

That cheek flushed slightly.

Seeing this strange and aggressive face, Zijin, who had been eating obediently, immediately put down her chopsticks and ran back to the bed, wrapping her body tightly with the quilt, leaving only The next pair of round eyes stared at Jiu Que anxiously.

Seeing this, Qing Yange was afraid that Jiu Que would be unhappy, so she quickly explained: "Because of the poisoning, Zijin has left sequelae, and now he is relatively timid, not because he rejects you. When I came here before, Zijin was almost the same. For me, don't take it to heart."

Jiu Que had a casual expression on his face, he sat beside Qing Yange, clapped his hands lightly, "Papa."

Soon, the plate after plate of delicate and delicious dishes was put on the table, and the already hearty lunch became even more hearty now.

In addition to these dishes, there are even many fruit juices in a variety of flavors.

Jiu Que waved to the little glutinous rice dumpling with big watery eyes like elk, "These are all prepared for you."

The little glutinous rice dumpling wrapped in the quilt moved slightly, but refused to get off the bed for a long time.

Jiu Que did not urge, but waited patiently.

Qing Yange said with a smile: "Zijin, don't you want to drink juice? This beautiful brother brought it for you, come and taste it~"

Jiu Que corrected him very seriously: "I am his uncle."

Qing Yange immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, Zijin, this is my son-in-law and your uncle, both of them are from my own family, come quickly, don't be shy."

Zijin looked at Qing Yange's smiling face, then at Jiu Que's cool and unserious face, and gradually let go of his guard.

He put down the quilt and slowly got off the bed.

Seeing that there was no abnormality between the two, they went to the table again.

As soon as he was on the table, a glass of grape juice was handed to him.

"Try it."

Jiu Que said.

(End of this chapter)