Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

Xiang Xing's cheeks were even redder.

Isn't that right, it's better now, and the dishes she brought over have been cold and hot, hot and cold, together with the original imperial meal, for several rounds!

And every time it was reheated, there would be a tempting smell of delicious food, which made her almost shed saliva several times.

Just now has also reached a critical point, can't help it, will...

Seeing this scene, the first words laughed even more, and shook his head helplessly.

Immediately, he grabbed the little hand that was still holding him tightly, clasped it in the palm of his hand, and then got up slowly.

With her, I came to the table of dishes that had been heated for many times.

"Gu is also a little hungry, the queen can accompany Gu to eat."

The man pulled Xiang Xing and sat down slowly.

The little guy, who was already so hungry, couldn't remember the etiquette and rules of the palace in front of the delicious food in front of him.

As soon as she finished her first words, she slammed to the table, grabbed her favorite salt-baked chicken thighs in the imperial kitchen, and gnawed it loudly.

So fragrant!

Xiang Xing sighed with a full face, while munching on chicken thighs like an old ghost who had been hungry for decades.

That funny, charming and naive look made him laugh at the first word next to him.

Not only is he not disgusted, but he likes it even more.

Also, it made him more sure of the plan that was about to start in his heart.

...

Soon, Xiang Xing swept over half of the table's meals, and finally patted his belly contentedly, slumped on the chair and slowly reminisced.

Until a slender long hand slowly covered her small head, rubbing gently.

He whispered softly in his ears: "Xing'er, are you full?"

"Um……"

Xiang Xing didn't even open his soft eyes, and answered vaguely.

I just heard a faint chuckle coming from my ears.

"Then, rest early."

"..."

The little guy couldn't help smacking his lips.

For some reason, when she said the first words, she felt an extremely strong sleepiness, and suddenly attacked her...

After a while, Xiang Xing tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that she was asleep, the first word laughed again.

Immediately, he picked up the little man who was as light as a feather in his arms and sent it to the dragon couch in his temple.

After carefully covering the bedding for her and putting down all the bed tents, those slender eyes, which were still a little tired, flashed back to their clear color.

After only staying in front of the dragon couch for a moment, the man suddenly took a deep breath, then turned around and walked out of the Temple of Mental Cultivation.

At that time, the courtyard of the Yangshen Temple was already full of several people.

After the first word indifferently glanced at the crowd, he nodded and chuckled: "Let's start."

"Yes!"

...

That night, almost all the people in the palace were busy and busy preparing for everything that came next.

However, the shouting and shouting that was imprisoned in the lonely palace wall and the clanging sound of building something did not wake up a little guy who was sleeping soundly in the whole palace.

It wasn't until the next morning that Xiang Xing slowly woke up from this particularly good quality sleep.

However, when she dazedly opened her wet and sleepy eyes, what she saw was Xiao Nan laughing and holding a red makeup.

The little guy suddenly looked confused: "Xiao Nan, this is..."

"Niangniang, don't ask, after all, if you ask the little one, the little one won't say anything!"