The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

"Don't you say that it doesn't work to approach Mo Yan with this move?"

Chu Wuxu said: "it's just that the cakes are useless. I didn't say that the dishes are useless. The palace thinks that maybe he's tired of eating pastries. As a mother, I'd like to come up with more tricks to comfort my good son. "

The muscles on Dan Tai Hong's face twitched.

I can't say how it feels.

It's disgusting to watch this woman play.

What kind of "Motherhood" or "consolation to my good son"? If you were really so affectionate to mother and son, why did you try so hard to put your five-year-old "good son" to death.

It's one thing to despise in your heart, but you still have to do it superficially.

On the surface, I have to flatter and serve.

"You don't need to taste it. You can't miss your royal highness." With a smile, Dan Taihong sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, took two mouthfuls, and put them in his mouth to taste.

To tell you the truth, he is in a bad mood now. He is so angry by ziqianmo that he vomites blood, not to mention the four dishes and one soup made by Chu Wuxu, which is the delicacies made by the top imperial chef. When he eats them, he probably tastes like a fish.

Symbolically, one mouthful of each dish makes Tan Tai Hong a little hungry.

But he still tried to swallow it. He had to pretend to be very delicious and enjoyable: "good! Good! Good! Very good

Chu no mood immediately in full bloom: "that's great. I'm going to send a copy to Mo Yan."

She made two as like as two peas, and packed two lunch boxes.

Take it to Dan Tai Hong to taste, and you can't take it to Mo Yan to eat again.

"The rest of the dishes will be used as lunch by the vice president." Then he turned and left.

Waiting for Chu Wuxu to go out, Dan Taihong empties all the dishes into the garbage can, with no nostalgia at all.

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Chu Wuxu with exquisite food boxes, personally on the day wheel Pavilion.

She was well groomed before going out.

With white gauze, covering most of the face, only a pair of eyes.

Fortunately, there is no burning sore around the eyes.

Otherwise, there will be no one to see.

Her clothes have been like a day for decades, still white clothes, skates, all white. I don't know. I thought I came to mourn.

There are few people in Japan's lunge.

When I went up the mountain, I didn't even have a disciple to guard the mountain gate, let alone announce something.

So Chu Wuxu came in like this.

She walked for about 20 minutes. At last, she stopped under the administration building of rilunge.

Look up at a window on the high floor.

Behind the window is Mo Yan's office, she knows.

"Why are you here again?" Seeing Chu Wuxu and the food box she was carrying on her arm, Lao Chen said, "our pavilion leader has already told us that he doesn't want the food you sent. You can go back quickly. If found by the cabinet leader, I'm afraid the consequences will be unimaginable. "

"Of course my palace came to see my son." Chu Wuxu is very upright and vigorous.

Old Chen was stunned: "what? What... Son? "

He thought he was an admirer.

The name of Chu Wuxu, the eldest princess, has long been spread throughout the capital. There are a lot of male favourites in the house, but they have affairs with Lord Ren and many ministers in the court.

Therefore, when Chu Wuxu came to find the master of Mo Pavilion, Lao Chen thought that the eldest princess wanted to eat grass again.