Chapter 1,082 What’s Going On?

That look was even more adorable. The fierce aura in Ning Zheyan's body disappeared at this moment, and she looked like an innocent child.

No... It should be said that from the time Cang Chu saw Ning Zheyan, he no longer had that sharp and vicious aura in him.

Irene looked at Cangchu and Su'er, her eyes became increasingly moist, and she turned her back. When Mu Jin saw Irene like this, she asked the nanny to carry the little princess down, and whispered in Irene's ear. Said: "She...is our Su'er?"

Erin nodded, then shook her head: "She looks like it, but she's not."

Su'er was only five years old at the time, how could she be so old?

Unless Su'er also traveled through time like her, but even if she did, she couldn't take her original body with her, right?

So this girl just looks like Su'er when she was a child, but who knows if their Su'er will look like this when she grows up.

As for why he was also named Su'er? Maybe it's God's will in the dark?

"Wait a minute, let's ask Cangchu in detail, right? He seems to like this Su'er very much. He said he is his apprentice. Is he the one he likes?"

Aileen nodded. It was not easy to make Cangchu like someone. After all, the princess had a mark in Cangchu's heart that could never be erased.

And Cang Chu also knows that he won't live long, so no matter what, Cang Chu will not provoke any girl again, let alone be tempted by anyone.

But I was attracted to this Su'er...

Mu Jin had to ask carefully about the reason for this.

Irene nodded, gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, then put on a smile and greeted everyone to the table for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Then the palace servants brought the prepared ingredients and tools to the table one by one.

What came on the table were some cold dishes first, and then a few exquisite and delicious stir-fries, but these were just appetizers.

The real kohlrabi is hot pot.

Ning Zheyan frowned slightly, watching a palace servant bring thinly sliced ​​mutton to him, and murmured, "Isn't it good to eat raw food in this winter?"

Su'er also didn't understand why so much lettuce was served? She didn't eat raw food even when she was begging for food?

I wondered in my heart whether the way of eating in the palace was different from that of common people like them.

Except for these two people, everyone else at the table understood that it is best to have hot hot pot in winter.

"Mr. Ning, these mutton slices are meant to be boiled in a hot pot. They are delicious." Yi'er, who was sitting next to Mu Jin, explained to Ning Zheyan.

"Today, when we sit together, we are a family. There is no need to be restrained. Miss Zheyan, Cangchu, and Su'er, just think that this is an ordinary family." Mu Jin spoke first, and there was no trace of talent in his words. The unattainable aura suddenly became much calmer, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

It seemed like everything that had happened just now had disappeared like a passing cloud.

Su'er was originally afraid, but she didn't expect that the emperor and the queen were easy to get along with. They were not like the opera with a lot of red tape, and they could lose their heads if they said the wrong word. .

Ning Zheyan's narrow eyes looked at the scalding hot pot, looking at the tumbling red food inside, which was just like the clothes on his body, as red as fire. Soon after, a curl of white mist emerged from the hot pot. , the rich flavor of spices inside also spreads.

Ning Zheyan took a sip, and then knocked on the golden nanmu table with her shiny and clean hands: "Normally, people wearing dragon robes are meant to kill the nine tribes." His tone was neither gentle nor indifferent, with a lazy tone.

It was as if he wanted to return all the anger he had given Mu Jin to Mu Jin.

"I was in a hurry and forgot about it, so I just greeted everyone to sit down. Cangchu, you and Su'er rushed back to the palace overnight. Your clothes may have been contaminated with a lot of cold air, so you went down and changed into something clean and fresh. Clothes?" Irene's words were soft and gentle, but they were particularly weighty.

Then Aileen stood up and said to Mu Jin, "You and Cang Chu should go change clothes first? I'll take Su'er to change."

"Yes." Mu Jin nodded lightly, and his dark eyes fell on Cang Chu with unknown meaning.

Cangchu understood Mu Jin's meaning in an instant.

Then he turned around and looked at Su'er, looking at her dark eyes that were wandering around. He was not worried that Su'er was scared, but he was worried that Su'er would have some small thoughts.

"Follow the Queen."

Over there, Ning Zheyan slammed the tea cup in her hand on the table, making a crisp sound. Yi'er and Yu'er thought that Ning Zheyan was angry again, and hurriedly tried to comfort her, but Ning Zheyan was holding on evilly. At the corner of his mouth, a pair of cold eyes glanced over everyone's faces, as if he had understood everything. His bright red thin lips opened slightly, with a cold and cold meaning: "In this case, why bother treating this young master?" Call me over? In this case, I won’t bother you anymore.”

Yi'er and Yu'er naturally didn't understand what Ning Zheyan meant, but others did.

Yes, it was just an excuse for them to change clothes.

In fact, he wanted to ask Cang Chu something.

And now that Ning Zheyan is left alone here, he is deliberately avoiding Ning Zheyan, so Ning Zheyan naturally said these words.

"Mr. Ning, I see that the clothes you are wearing seem to have been stained with a lot of mud just now. Why don't you come with us and change into clean clothes?" Mu Jin narrowed his eyes and hoarse his voice.

"That's pretty much it." After hearing this, Ning Zheyan's cold eyebrows softened, and then she stood up lazily and walked to Mu Jin's side unhurriedly.

So the five men divided into two groups and went to change their clothes.

Three handsome men walking together really made the whole world lose its color, and the beautiful scenery became eclipsed in front of them.

"Mu Jin, what's going on?" Cang Chu said directly after entering the room.

"When Yuan Wei gave birth to Wanyu, it was difficult to give birth. It was Ning Zheyan who saved them." Mu Jin glanced at Ning Zheyan and said, "Now I treat Ning Zheyan as my younger brother, so Cangchu, don't be too nervous."

"That's it." Cang Chu understood.

But Ning Zheyan had already walked to the front of the house, sat down and pursed his red lips: "Cangchu, it's time to talk about your affairs. Zheyan just looked at the Su'er you brought back. The expressions on Mu Jin and Wei Yuanwei's faces are wrong."

"Yes, what's going on?" Irene said that Su'er was very similar to the Su'er they had when they were young, but it was not their Su'er.

He just wanted to understand how Cangchu met this girl named Su'er and how he fell in love with her.