Empress True Colors

Here, greet warmly, "Come here, here is a good soup, let's have a sip together."

"Your Majesty." Meng Hu looked at her soup sadly, her hot face was full of enthusiasm, thinking about Gong Yin who hadn't eaten or gone out yet, and felt sad, "Thank you for your kindness, It's just that the national teacher hasn't eaten yet, so I shouldn't use it first..."

"Ah, Gong Yin hasn't eaten yet, why don't you come and eat with me? Are you afraid that I will make a bet?" Jing Hengbo looked outside, the courtyard next to the wall was dark and deserted, and he looked pitifully of.

"I'll go and bring him soup." She asked Yongxue to pack a porcelain jar of flower maw, ginseng, and chicken soup for her, and she carried it herself to offer her love.

It would be great if he could take advantage of the profit, depending on Gong Yin's attitude, he decided to sanction his bet.

Meng Hu seemed to heave a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and hurriedly left one step ahead.

I have to go back and hint the good news to my master.

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"She wants to bring me chicken soup?" Gong Yin sat with his back to Meng Hu, motionless, as if he was concentrating on reading the brochure.

"Yes." Meng Hu smiled and lowered his hand, "She prepared it herself."

"It's not that she made it herself. Of course, you can't eat it if she made it herself." Gong Yin turned over a page of the booklet coldly, looking indifferent.

"It's always a thought." Meng Hu suppressed a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Your Majesty saw me passing by, and asked me if you had eaten. When he heard that you hadn't eaten, he immediately got up and scooped up the soup for you. She hadn't eaten yet."

"It's best not to eat, or I'm afraid I'll drool." Leng Leng's poisonous tongue made him deadly. He adjusted his sitting posture quietly, and turned his face slightly to the direction of the next door.

In the darkness, the next door was brightly lit, and it seemed that there was a rich aroma of chicken soup. The flickering lights reflected on his face, his eyes overflowed with soft lines.

Meng Hu was a little anxious - he just took a step first, why hasn't the Queen brought the chicken soup yet?

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Jing Hengbo carried the chicken soup and walked to the next door.

Of course, you can't climb the wall with chicken soup. She weighed the length of the yard, and felt that the curved distance from the main entrance, then around the main entrance of Jingting to Gong Yin's study, was a bit far.

Then she saw two connected walls in the backyard, with two side doors next to each other, one facing the outside, facing the palace road and office outside, and the other facing inside, facing Gong Yin's study.

She naturally took a shortcut and walked towards the door opposite Gong Yin's study.

Kankan walked to the door, before he pushed open the inward door, the door near the palace road suddenly opened.

A pair of arms stretched out and rested in front of her. With one hand, he took her chicken soup lightly, skillfully and naturally.

A familiar voice that I heard just now smiled hatefully and said, "Ah, is this for me? It smells so good!"

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