Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 6

"Huh?" Qing Yange was stunned for a moment, her eyes were full of doubts.

Jiu Que stretched out his distinct fingertips, pinched Qing Yange's chin, Dan Feng's eyes were raised, charming, and his thin lips were lightly lifted, "Why? Don't you want to?"

"Oh yes, of course I do! Jiu Que~Why are you so enthusiastic~" Qing Yange hammered Jiu Que's chest shyly.

"..."

Only then did Qingyange pick up a piece of pastry and hand it to him.

The bunny-shaped pastry is still steaming, and wisps of mist are slowly rising.

Under Qing Yange's eyes full of hope, Jiu Que reluctantly opened her pink lips.

The pastry is soft and chewy, full of elasticity, and even the fragrance remains between the lips and teeth.

"How? How?" Qing Yange's eyes glowed with light, those round almond eyes were as cute and pitiful as a rabbit.

Jiu Que narrowed his eyes, withdrew his hand, and frowned slightly in disgust, "Normal."

generally?
How can this be?

Qingyange picked up another piece of pastry and put it into his mouth.

The soft and glutinous pastry is full of elasticity, lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, full of body fluid, and endless aftertaste!

It's delicious.

"Princess, I think this pastry is delicious~ Can I let the servants have a bite too~" Qing Yuan asked eagerly, drooling.

Jiu Que's eyes darkened, and he glanced at Qing Yuan lightly.

Qingyuan, who was still greedy at first, shook her body and shrank her head.

The regent's eyes seemed to be eating people!
She's really scared~
"Okay." Qing Yange picked up a pastry and handed it to Qing Yuan, but Qing Yuan stepped back.

The pastry fell back into the food box again, and the chubby rabbit rolled around and bounced a few times.

"What are you hiding from?" Qing Yange didn't know why, her black eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Song of Light Smoke." Jiu Que's thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was slightly cold, "You didn't come to me just to deliver pastries, did you?"

Qing Yange turned her head, smiled sweetly at Jiu Que, pouting her pink lips, and leaned in front of Jiu Que, "I~ I and the emperor are lonely, and rely on Jiu Que for your care on weekdays~ Naturally, I am grateful ! This pastry is just a thank you~”

The more important reason is that he hopes that the old man will stop and stop, and wait for her to become full-fledged before confronting her head-on, right?

"...Is it really for gratitude?" Jiu Que's lips were close together, and the two looked at each other, the breath they exhaled had a faint fragrance, their lips were almost stuck together, and the ambiguity circulated between them .

Qing Yange swallowed her saliva, this beauty is present, do you want her to agree with her body?
Her eyes lightly glanced across Jiu Que's chest, uh~ You look thin when you dress up, but you must have muscles when you undress~
She shifted her gaze down a little bit. She touched the abdominal muscles a few times through the clothes just now, and it seemed that there were eight pieces~
Qing Yange glanced down again, there is...

He pinched her chin with both hands and raised it, fixing her wandering eyes, "I'm asking you something~"

Qing Yange sighed with regret, and almost saw clearly what was related to her happiness just now.

But right now it is still important to please the regent.

She hastily nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Jiu Que smiled charmingly, and winked at Cen Bin, "Bring that robe."

Cen Bin, who had been standing beside him as the backdrop, and his thoughts were already in a mess, finally came back to his senses. He nodded and said, "Yes."

His body disappeared in place like a gust of wind.

"What kind of robe?" Qing Yange blinked her eyes with a hint of doubt.

Jiu Que smiled but did not answer.

"Master, robe." Cen Bin walked over with a pot made of crabapple wood, on which was neatly stacked a black robe with a dragon pattern.

The pattern on the robe is complicated, and the gold thread is lightly twisted, it looks like it is made of high-quality silk.

"The workmanship of this robe is really good~ It's suitable for a person like Jiu Que with jade and golden appearance! Look at this black color, it's simply noble black, it fits your temperament very well!" Qingyange upholds, as long as it is Jiu Que Que's objects must be the principle of exaggeration.

This flattering ability stunned Qing Yuan and Cen Bin present.

This……

Is this still a princess?

"Well~ I really like this robe." Jiu Que nodded, giving Qingyange a positive look.

Cen Bin's pupils dilated slightly.

Master, didn't you pick this robe at random?
How did it become your "very favorite" robe?
"Yeah!" Qing Yange's eyes were shining with glazed light, and she was right about her rainbow fart.

"It's a pity..." Jiu Que frowned slightly, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qing Yange asked.

"This robe is dirty." Jiu Que glanced at Qingyan Ge meaningfully.

"Dirty? When did it get dirty? How can I..." Qing Yange's voice became smaller and smaller, and her memory was instantly awakened.

She talked about the robe as if she had seen it somewhere.

Isn't this the same robe that Ye Jiuque wore when he came to rescue him in the palace that night?

She still remembers wiping a lot of blood on it...

"Remember?" Jiu Que's beautiful eyes were full of light, and his smile gradually became stronger.

"I remember..." Qingyange nodded.

"I like this robe very much, what should I do?" Jiu Que asked casually.

"I, I'll take it back and wash it myself!" Qing Yange winked at Qing Yuan, Qing Yuan immediately understood, and picked up the crabapple tub.

"Jiu Que, I'm going back to the palace first~ Remember to eat this pastry~ I made it myself~ I'll come to you next time~" Qing Yange reluctantly patted Jiu Que's cheek twice , and left in a hurry with Qingyuan.

The originally noisy room was instantly quiet as before.

Jiu Que lowered his eyes, looking at the empty bosom, thoughtful.

"Master, you were so kind to Qingyange just now, you were so kind, so she let down her vigilance, and we will definitely hit the next shot!" Cen Bin praised Jiu Que.

Jiu Que didn't say anything, picked up the pen and ink in Su Su's hand, and read the official document again.

Cen Bin saw that the pastry really blocked Jiu Que's eyes, so he took the initiative to step forward and picked up the food box, "Master, let me get rid of this pastry for you, out of sight and out of mind."

Jiu Que glanced at Cen Bin out of the corner of his eye, and was about to order him to put it down.

Unexpectedly, Cen Bin turned around and walked out of the wing with the food box.

When he returned, Cen Bin stood obediently on one side with empty hands, waiting for orders at any time.

Wisps of blue smoke are slowly rising from the censer in the wing room, and the breeze is blowing gently, making the official documents rattle.

Jiu Que pressed a corner of the official document with one hand, staring at the paperwork with eyes full of displeasure.

"Have you finished the pastry?" He asked suddenly.

"It's dealt with, it's dealt with, master, don't worry, I'll take the pastries to the dogs in the nursing home." Cen Bin responded immediately.

"..."

Jiu Que's hand holding the writing brush paused slightly, and he looked up at Cen Bin, with a beautiful arc on the corner of his mouth, "Have you not participated in the special training for a long time?"

(End of this chapter)