Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

But how can there be such a good way to achieve immediate results.

She's a little worried.

So he didn't go to class, but secretly ran to the back mountain of the palace.

It's not the first time she came, but she didn't bring willows for the first time.

Zhao xinrou ran crazy here for a while. She was a little hungry. She bent her bow and arrow and shot a pheasant.

It's not the first time she's done such a thing.

While humming an unknown tune, she sprinkled a handful of seasoning on the cleaned wild pheasant, then picked up a brush and coated the chicken with a thick layer of honey.

The fire had been lit, and Zhao xinrou's cheeks were red.

This was the first time she made honey roast chicken. She was a little scared, but she could only harden her head and follow the book step by step.

I don't know how long it took, the air finally filled with a mellow smell of meat.

Zhao xinrou could not help grinning proudly. She put out the fire and was about to tear off a piece of meat, but at this time, "Your Highness five, did not go to class, but did you roast pheasant here..."

A voice sounded behind her.

This is the unique clear sound line of nangongli, like a spring left by a high mountain.

Zhao xinrou turned around with a smile. The man was dressed in a bright red long shirt. His hair was simply tied with a bamboo hairpin. He was standing tall and beautiful, and his eyebrows were picturesque, with a trace of evil charm.

It was Nangong Li.

Zhao xinrou jumped in her heart and blinked at Nangong Li behind her: "Mr. Nangong, this roast chicken has just been made. Come and have a taste."

Against the light, I can't see Nangong Li's expression clearly, but I can vaguely see his delicate eyebrows and eyes and high bridge of nose.

Nangong Li's narrow fox eyes narrowed slightly. When Zhao xinrou thought he would turn around and leave, the man nodded, walked over, tore off a piece of chicken and tasted it gently

Looking at the bright but nervous eyes of the girl in front of him, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "delicious."

Zhao xinrou was relieved to get the affirmation of Nangong Li, and then tilted her head proudly: "I don't want to see whose craft it is."

Then he tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.

Nangong Li's eyes flashed and looked at her with a smile.

Zhao xinrou looked at Nangong Li's expression and thought it was delicious, so she stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation. Suddenly, a fishy and spicy feeling spread between Zhao xinrou's lips and teeth.

It's neither eating nor not eating. Zhao xinrou's face was wrinkled all of a sudden. It turned out that there was too much pepper. She swallowed it with disgust. Then she said to Nangong Li dejectedly, "Mr. Nangong, it's not delicious at all."

Nangong left the corner of his mouth with a faint smile and joked: "Your Highness five made it himself. Naturally, it's to give face..."

Zhao xinrou looked at the beautiful man in front of her. She was stunned, and then pouted, "Mr. Nangong, if it's not delicious, why don't you tell me..."

Nangong Li smiled faintly, "because I think it's OK."

Zhao xinrou looked at Nangong Li somewhat puzzled and blinked. Was this person lying to her or really feeling delicious.

Zhao xinrou feels a little confused.

But one advantage of her is that she doesn't think about it if she doesn't understand it.

She looked at Nangong Li and suddenly remembered what her father had said yesterday.

Father Huang was serious yesterday and wanted Nangong Li to be her teacher.