Love in Xuancheng

Sitting at the table foolishly, staring at the food on the table in a daze.

The master of the kitchen changed one crop after another, and the dishes were cooked in different patterns every day. Feng moye even used the Black Hawk department, which specializes in exploring the news of national politics, and ordered them to look for chefs everywhere. Those who are famous and unknown can bring them to the king's house as long as they are good at cooking.

In recent years, all the chefs recruited by the king's residence of Jin have been able to gather five or six capital patrol camps.

But there are so many chefs that no one can make Shen Xingyue eat more meals, which makes Feng moye often have a headache.

I can only order the canteen to set up more dishes for each meal as much as possible. I can only do it for the purpose of feeding her with a taste of one dish. There is no other way.

"From today on, the three brothers have people to protect, spoil and love in their hearts. They have a family. That's a good thing!"

Shen Xingyue advised herself again and again not to be sad. My brothers will marry my sister-in-law sooner or later, but no matter how comforting they are, they still can't get through that barrier.

It's just that she didn't see or appreciate it with her own eyes. Today, she watched her brothers who cherished themselves as eyes suddenly become other people's men.

Their own existence is like air, no! People will take a breath of air and have to breathe if they dislike it.

But I am nothing! Nothing!

This gap, she needs time to digest.

"If you were around at that time, you wouldn't be so lonely as now?" Shen Xingyue stretched out her hand and grabbed a jar of wine from the space, which was unique to Feng moye.

Take out the wine seal and look up. It's a burst of fierce pouring.

The knuckles of wind Mo Xie's fingers were white layer by layer. Finally, I can't bear to be a bystander.

The moment Shen Xingyue put down the wine jar, there was a face so beautiful that people were jealous and desperate. This face --

Shen Xingyue hesitated: "is the wine strong?"

She muttered to herself, looking fixedly at the face that drove her crazy.

"If I knew I could see you when drinking, I wouldn't go to bed early to look for the smell of nothingness."

Feng moye looked at her so quietly. There were unspeakable feelings surging in her eyes. There were doting, heartache, guilt and more happiness. He liked her to look at him like this. He liked her to care about him so much.

"Why don't you talk?"

Shen Xingyue hiccupped and Leng Buding asked.

Not waiting for Feng moye to respond, he smiled and patted his smooth forehead.

"No one asked the phantom! Ha ha ―― don't mind. I drank too much. It seems that it's wrong. How can I drink too much! I'm in a hurry! I'm in a hurry! HMM! I'm in a hurry!"

A man asked and answered himself. His little red face, charming and lovely, with some simple behavior, instantly dispelled the gloomy color accumulated in Feng moye's heart for many days.

"Don't mind!" Feng moye smiled connivantly.

"If you don't mind, just... Just..."

Then the little brain tilted and fell on the table.

Feng moye didn't catch it for a moment. He looked at his frozen hand, smiled helplessly, got up, picked up Shen Xingyue and entered the inner room.

"So unhappy? Huh?"

Feng moye frowned and stared at Shen Xingyue, who was drunk into a pool of mud and unconscious, whispered softly.

Happy to meet a bosom friend, a thousand cups do not fall, sad to the extreme, a cup can be drunk for three days.