Looking at a table of various fragrant snacks, rice porridge and appetizers, Xia Lige felt appetite for the first time.
It seemed that those dark ointments yesterday were indeed effective, and today she felt that eating was a kind of enjoyment.
But after eating for a while, she felt that the breakfast dishes in front of her were basically Jiangnan flavor.
Duck blood vermicelli soup, soup dumplings, boiled dried shreds, braised duck tongue And a bowl of lily wine dumplings Looking at these familiar southern snacks in front of him, Xia Lige couldn't help but feel sore in his nose, and his eyes turned red unsatisfactorily.
Chunhua watched her secretly wiping her tears while eating, and couldn't help but asked: "Is the girl still feeling unwell?"
She shook her head hurriedly: "I just suddenly ate food from my hometown and felt very friendly."
Xia Hua next to her wanted to say that the owner put a lot of effort into making this by specially inviting a cook from Jiangnan.
But Chunhua stopped her from talking with her eyes, and just smiled and said: "As long as the girl likes it."
Xia Lige sighed quietly.
In fact, the Bai Wu clan was originally in the south.
Bai Xin'er also grew up in the south, but was sent to the capital when she was thirteen years old.
In her mind, these things seemed like they were in another world.
Half a year ago, Xia Lige's soul passed through her body, and she basically took medicine to get through it.
In fact, although these things may seem very common, they are extremely rare in Chang'an, a northern city connected to the northwest.
Dugu Mu must have spent a lot of thought on them.
When she thought of that moonlight-like man, her heartbeat would speed up, and then a sour feeling would spread throughout her body.
After all, he and he are not the same person.
Even if he allows herself to become his woman, they will not come together in the end.
She doesn't have much time left When Dugu Mu walked in, the woman in front of the dining table had a gloomy look on her face and a dazed look on her face.
She unconsciously stepped lightly and walked behind her.
The two Chunhua sisters quietly retreated out with understanding and closed the door.
Xia Lige looked at the Jiu Niang Yuanzi in front of him, who was lost in thought.
He was unexpectedly hit by a pair of big hands and was directly carried into a thick and hard embrace.
"Your Highness," she couldn't help but whisper, her cheeks immediately turned crimson.
The man held her and looked at her carefully, as if he was looking at an extremely precious work of art.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her forehead: "If you frown too much, it will turn into wrinkles."
Xia Lige hurriedly showed him a bright smile.
Seeing her fawning expression, Dugu Mu's heart tightened slightly.
She was still wearing an invisible mask towards him now.
"If you don't want to wear that thing, you don't have to wear it."
He hugged her, but his fingers placed her delicate hand in his palm to play with it.
"If it's not an imperial edict, you don't have to follow it."
Xia Lige was a little surprised.
He smiled: "In Prince Mu's Mansion, you don't have to wear it if you don't want to."
Xia Lige's heart trembled slightly, and she looked at him with a pair of soft eyes and said softly: "Thank you for helping me detoxify last night."
There was a hint of joy in the man's eyes, but his face remained indifferent: "How can I thank you?"
Xia Lige is speechless, how can I thank you?
She was all his at this moment, what else could she come up with to thank him?
He suddenly came close to her earlobe, and the fiery breath suddenly swept through her again, and the drugged voice sounded like a dream: "How about I promise you my body?"
Your Majesty, you lost a demon queen
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