Chapter 951 Young Prime Minister: Princess, the 1st Favorite (22)

There was a silent tacit understanding between the two, and no one noticed the weak interaction between Ranbai and Mu Ye in the chaos.

It was not until the general who rescued the car came and arrested all the assassins at the moment that he panted: "My subordinate is late for the rescue, please forgive me."

Leng Ting was shocked to see the empress, who was usually weak and weak, once bored him, bravely jumped on him and blocked a sword for him, looking a little dazed.

Shen Momo held her hands tightly, restrained the hatred deep in her heart, and smiled weakly at Leng Ting, pretending not to care about Leng Ting: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Leng Ting's face was gloomy, and he quickly shouted: "Call the imperial doctor! The imperial doctor!"

Then he took the queen and strode away from the banquet where the fruit desserts were scattered all over the place, ignoring Huang Xixiu at all.

Huang Xixiu gritted her teeth and looked at this scene with hatred. Since she crossed over, when has Leng Ting ignored her like this?

All because of this cold white!

If it wasn't for Leng Bai to make trouble, now, she should be lying in Leng Ting's arms, accepting Leng Ting's pity and trust, and becoming a favorite concubine!

Receiving the notification sound that Huang Xixiu's hatred value was rising, Dye Bai happily hooked the corners of his lips, and the smile in his bright eyes became even more prosperous.

"Ding, the hatred value increased by 5%, increased by 13%, increased by 16%..." A series of system prompts sounded, and the final deadline was: "The current task target outsider Huang Xixiu hatred value: 67 ."

Dye Bai snorted lightly, it's good.

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Prime Minister's Mansion,

In the incredible peach blossom forest in the backyard, the pale pink petals fell with the breeze and fell silently on the ground. The blooming peach blossoms embellished the backyard beautifully and romantically.

The peach blossom forest is blooming, the pavilion stone table, the young and the young.

The beauty is like an ink flower, like a picture scroll that has been carefully unfolded.

The young prime minister was dressed in a white robe, cold as jade, with a bowl of soup in his slender and beautiful fingers, and gently walked to the girl sitting on the stone table, his clear and clean voice was a little warm: "Drink Have some soup."

The people who make the soup are very skilled, and the decorations on it are beautiful, exuding a mouth-watering fragrance, which constantly tempts people to taste it.

The girl still had a black chess in her green fingers. She stared at the chessboard without blinking. She heard the familiar voice and the delicious aroma, and she took a breath and took her eyes off the chessboard decisively. .

His eyes first fell on the delicate and slender hands of the young man, and then on the fragrant soup in the porcelain bowl.

Dianbai's gaze paused for three seconds, then took the soup from the boy's hand, took a sip from the porcelain spoon, and said vaguely, "What did you do?"

Mu Ye sat on the side, his casual black eyes looked at the girl softly, and nodded lightly, "En."

The scent from the taste buds made Ranbai give Mu Ye a compliment gesture, "Your craftsmanship is really getting better and better."

This culinary skill is unmistakable and impeccable.

The young man with black hair in a white shirt slightly raised his crimson slender lips, and his clear voice was particularly pleasant: "If you like it, just drink it."

As long as she likes it, he can make it for her to drink every day.

In the past, the young prime minister, whose ten fingers did not touch the spring water, was clearly dressed in white and was as cold as jade, which had nothing to do with the atmosphere of the fireworks in the kitchen.

But he chose to cook because his beloved girl said "I like the food he cooks".

No one would have thought of it, just like the unattainable white-clothed boy in the kitchen.

Still incredibly beautiful and refined.