The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Luo Qinghan turned around and went back to the room, walking to the bed.

At this time, Xiao Xixi was still sound asleep.

She sleeps very badly. The quilt is rolled up in her arms, her right leg sticks out from under the quilt, and her trouser legs are piled up at the knee, revealing a section of fair and slender calf, with her fair and white feet resting on the edge of the bed. , the round and small toes will occasionally move slightly.

This look, I don't know who is seducing?

Luo Qinghan sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to hold her little feet, and brushed her fingertips lightly across the soles of her feet.

Xiao Xixi: ! ! !

She suddenly woke up from her dream, and a salted fish sat up straight.

Apricot's eyes widened, and her face was full of panic.

"What are you doing?!"

Luo Qinghan had already let go of her feet at this time, and said casually, "Get up."

Xiao Xixi retracted her feet into the bed, and said aggrievedly, "Then you can't scratch the soles of my feet."

The soles of her feet are her dead end, and she can itch a little with a little touch.

Luo Qinghan looked at her calmly: "I pinched your cheek before, you said no, now I touch your feet, and you say no, tell me directly, is there anything on your body that I can touch? "

Xiao Xixi thought for a long time and stretched out a finger from under the quilt.

Luo Qinghan: "Can you touch your fingers?"

Xiao Xixi: "It's not a finger, it's a fingernail."

Luo Qinghan: "..."

Xiao Xixi: "Silk hair is fine too."

Luo Qinghan decided to skip the topic that might make him angry.

He directly stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "Don't grumble anymore, get up quickly, there is something for you to do."

Xiao Xixi quickly ducked back: "Your hand just touched my foot!"

Luo Qinghan looked at her funny: "I don't even despise you yet, but you despise yourself instead?"

Xiao Xixi snorted twice, stretched out her hand and dragged her clothes, and put them on herself one by one.

After being tossed about by His Royal Highness just now, she is no longer sleepy at all, and has put on her clothes, shoes and socks in three or two times.

In the middle of the night, she was too lazy to comb her hair, so she just tied her hair with a hair tie, and she lived together.

Luo Qinghan asked: "Do your Xuanmen people often run out?"

Xiao Xixi squatted beside the box and rummaged for something to eat, when she heard the words, she moved.

"Have you seen the people from Xuanmen?"

Luo Qinghan: "There is an old Taoist priest in the county government who claims to be a member of Xuanmen, and his Taoist name is Qianshan Jushi."

He briefly explained the affairs of the Qianshan layman and the county magistrate Yang.

Xiao Xixi finally found a package of dried radishes.

She opened the oil paper bag, smelled the aroma of dried radish, and showed a happy smile.

Luo Qinghan frowned: "Why do you still eat in the middle of the night?"

Xiao Xixi picked up a dried radish and threw it into her mouth, chewed it loudly, and said vaguely: "I didn't eat at night, you insisted on waking me up, I would be hungry when I wake up, Eat something when you're hungry."

"So it's all my fault?"

"No, no, you are a prince, and your status is noble. How could you be wrong? Even if the world is wrong, you can't be wrong."

Luo Qinghan: "..."

Can this flattery be made more perfunctory?

Xiao Xixi ate several mouthfuls of dried radish, and then started talking about Xuanmen.

"My Xuanmen is not the only one who went down the mountain, but as far as I know, there is no one named Qianshan Jushi in our Xuanmen."