Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

And every time she expressed and implied, intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't respond at all.

Or, they just didn't come to Fengqi Palace.

Over time, Xiang Xing's anxiety grew bigger and bigger.

Could it be that, as the so-called emperor has been so ruthless since ancient times, he has lost interest in her little hairy girl?

still……

Because she was too self-willed and refused to give him the tourmaline bracelet, so he was angry?

But, is the first sentence such a stingy person?

The little guy thought about it, but suddenly he couldn't eat.

...

never mind! It's useless to think about it here, it's better to find a time to ask boldly!

After thinking about it, Xiang Xing nodded vigorously, and then ordered Xiaonan to prepare more good dishes tonight.

The more food she eats, the more confident she will be in her heart.

Um.

However, not long after Xiao Nan retreated to prepare, Eunuch Antu from the Yangshen Temple actually came in person.

"Niangniang, there are still many memorials to be reviewed by the saint, so I won't be here tonight."

Looking at the delicate face of the empress's empress's sudden loss, An Tu slightly concealed the smile on his lips, and continued to cup his hands, "But the sage invites the empress to come to the Temple of Mental Cultivation tonight... It is said that you are gone. , he will not be able to work with peace of mind.”

"...Then please ask Eunuch An to report back, saying that this palace is ready and will go immediately."

Xiang Xing, who was feeling down and up again, could only reply in the same way.

I became more and more suspicious.

For some reason, she always felt that the expression on Eunuch Antu's face when he said what he had just said seemed to be indescribably subtle...

After he left, the little guy tilted his head for a while, but couldn't come up with a reason.

Well.

Forget it, since the guy from the first resignation took the initiative to invite her, where did she ask?

...

In the evening, Xiang Xing took the large set of good dishes prepared by Xiao Nan to the Temple of Mental Cultivation.

But I found that the first speech was really busy.

At this moment, he is sitting in front of the review table where the memorials are piled up, reading one book after another carefully.

From his slightly tired eyebrows, the degree of folds in the dragon robe, and the fact that the table next to him is obviously cold and hot, hot and cold, Xiang Xing can almost predict that he is afraid that he will be busy from the next day. Until now.

Looking at the man's appearance, the little guy's question that had been brewing all day was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't ask it.

She bit her pink lips, and finally sighed softly, then stepped forward slowly and came to the side of the first resignation.

After looking away Eunuch An with his eyes, he took over his job, holding the small square ink stick in his hand, carefully grinding the ink for the man.

In the first speech, she saw her action in an instant, and the hand holding the pen paused lightly.

But he didn't say anything, just faintly hooked the corner of Qiangui's lips and continued to work.

The two of them performed their duties silently and tacitly, and two hours passed.

In the end, it was Xiang Xing who had been hungry all night, and a series of rumbling noises suddenly came from his shriveled stomach, which broke the quiet atmosphere of the paper flipping.

"..."

The little guy's face squinted in embarrassment for a moment, he couldn't help but quickly put down the ink stick, quickly covered his stomach with a long and wide palace sleeve, and stepped back.

Seeing this scene, the man finally couldn't help sneering and turned his head slowly.

There was a gentle smile in the eyes that were drooping due to exhaustion: "Isn't the Empress no use for dinner?"