The Anarchic Consort

The little boy's thick eyebrows wrinkled, and the sound quality was a bit cold: "You don't eat? You don't eat why you just stared at these things? I knew you didn't eat, and the temple didn't take it."

Listening to this, these cakes are for her sake?

In an instant, Helian Weiwei gave a smile and grabbed the cake: "I thought about it and thought that I should finish it. After all, it is shameful to waste food."

"With you." The little boy sat next to the fire, as if he was too lazy to look at her again.

Helen Weiwei ate a piece with a low head and ate it deliciously. He picked it up and kept it for him.

In the cold and clear palace, it was because there was more than one person, and there was more warmth, which made this winter less cold.

The next day, when the little boy got up, he found that there was one more person in the bed. She was different from herself. She was warm all over the body and gave him the quilt, as if he was afraid of freezing at night.

There was a small casserole on the wooden table, and the casserole was still hot, and everything looked so good.

For a moment, the little boy felt that everything was unreal.

He never experienced the word warmth.

In addition to the summer, the heat in the palace is uncomfortable.

Most of the time it is cold here, even the food is like this.

In addition to the grandfather's grandfather in memory, those people will smile and please him.

When the grandfather is gone, it is cold words.

Like now, even the hands are warmly squatting... He is a little too used to.

Rather than being unaccustomed, it is better to say that he has not seen the woman in front of him until now.

What is she close to for?

Even at the expense of writing a set of rhetoric.

Said that they will be together in the future...

What is with what.

The little boy's finger moved, holding the broken hair in front of his forehead, and the light was dull.

Everyone in the entire palace knows that although he is a prince now, there is no difference between him and him.

Therefore, he could not see her purpose...

Helen Weiwei saw that he woke up, did not immediately get up, but in the position of the expensive lying flat, look like a wake up, do not want to sprout, and then slap it.

Little boy: ...and her habit of not being able to move her relatives, how can a woman be as bold as she is.

The Bailijiajue could not help but press the forehead of the pain.

"Come here, get up." Helen Weiwei has no experience in taking care of children, but he also came from childhood. The appearance of His Highness should be in the long body. At this time, it is the most outstanding. It must be Balanced nutrition: "I left the remaining fish heads yesterday, smashed a pot of fish soup, and put in your favorite mushrooms, just as you get up, you can drink hot."

A hundred miles of Jialijia: "Does the temple like to eat mushrooms?"

"You never know what you like to eat, but after you eat it, you will know." Helen Weiwei stood up and said.

The little boy's eyes swept over the food on the wooden table, and the voice was faint: "Where did you get these things?"

“Yuyingfang.” Helian Weiwei smiled and said: “You can rest assured that no one finds me. I am very good at doing this kind of thing.” Although the people in the Imperial Diet Room check the poison, they will not check those in the cauldron. Something inside, she takes a little bit here, stealing a little over there, and there is no idea. After all, it is a military origin, and avoiding some guards can still do it.

The little boy did not continue to ask, he saw it yesterday, and her foot is not simple.

It’s rare to see such a beautiful person who can hit the rack.

I am afraid that even the banned army in the palace can not do so fast and side kicks...

"You taste it, is this soup?" Helen Weiwei took a bowl and handed it over to him. Some of his princes loved to eat fish, but his tolerance for astringency was limited, so she added a lot to the soup. The something that is embarrassing, the honey is to make the fish more tender, the **** and white wine are thoroughly infiltrated, plus the mushrooms to enhance the taste, the special insulation of the casserole to remove the odor, this fish soup should be drunk.

The Baili Jiajue took the bowl and took a bite. The indifferent face immediately changed, and even brought a smile: "Woman, you are not nothing."

Helen Weiwei knows that this is what he likes to drink. The way a certain priest expresses his liking is always different from others. She does not care about him.

Sitting on a wooden chair, I also gave myself a bowl of fish soup. The soup is hot and hot, but the hotter the soup, the more delicious it is.

The time of the cockroach is very good, so even the fish bones are turned, and with the tender and smooth mushrooms, the taste and taste are so good.

Although the little boy did not say anything, but he drank three bowls in a row, his face became red and fluttering, so that the eyelashes were longer.

Helen Weiwei looked at him with his chin: "Do you feel good to drink? As long as you promise to go back with me, I will give it to you every day."

The little boy lifted his throat and took the handkerchief next to him. He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "You stay here, you can still do it for the temple."

Helen Weiwei: ... This is not the case.

"The things in the imperial kitchen are not so casual. This casserole has been used once, so don't keep it." After that, the little boy stood up.

At this time, two people were walked in and out of each other.

The two figures are also very small. One is a girl wearing a kimono, and she is only about nine years old and ten years old. The other is wearing a **** and her knees are still bleeding.

Helen Weiwei saw the two men walk in and could not help but pick Liu Mei.

But see the guardian boy kneeling on the ground, and yelled at the Bailijiajue: "His Royal Highness."

"You still have injuries on your legs. Get up."

I don't know why, Helen Weiwei always felt that when Bai Lijiajue said this sentence, his eyes were a little sinking, like hiding in his heart.

The palace lady also came over and voiced: "Your Highness, this thing does not blame the shadow, the Queen Empress is just no way to beat him twice, the penalty slaves mourned the Buddhist scriptures for a night, after all, big The emperor is not forgiving, he has to give the other party an account, and the Highness does not rush to get angry with this kind of thing, the minions are all right."

"The temple knows." The voice of the Barry Gregory was very light, and the voice of the scorpion was half-slung, and people could not see any emotions.

Helen Weiwei suddenly raised his head and glanced at the two little peas. The original **** was a shadow.

That little palace girl...

Isn't it the blue sky?

"This sister is?" Bilu also noticed the extra person in the palace, turned his head off and looked at Helianweiwei on the side...