Chapter 1775: Habits Are Terrible

Fuzi was already kneeling, but the emperor's roar made his legs go limp in fright, and he really collapsed on the ground. Then he leaned back, and really rolled out of the imperial study in a snowballing way.

The guards outside the hall saw Mr. Fuzi who had rolled out and sat down on the ground. They asked curiously, "Mr. Fuzi, what kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

Fuzi shivered for a moment, patted his injured little heart, and said to himself: "Shoulder the head, shrink the head!"

With the head retracted, my life is saved, isn't it?

——Duoer dividing line——

In fact, our arrogant Ah San just wants to dictate nice words from Fuzi's mouth, for example: Your majesty is extremely noble, handsome and untouchable, and you are gentle and considerate to the princess, and you are very fond of her. The princess will definitely see your kindness and take the initiative Back to you and stuff like that.

Unexpectedly, that damned servant was so ungrateful, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he listed a series of potential enemies for him.

He doesn't believe in Tuobakuo, aristocrats, or suitors who have broken through the threshold. The woman he likes in Long Yutian, is there anyone in the world who dares to rob him?

Squeeze him to death in minutes!

Long Yutian didn't know where his self-confidence came from, but he was so confident that Rong'er couldn't leave him. Compared with how he missed her, this girl must have a deeper affection for him.

After all, in her body, apart from Qian Duoduo's aura, there was still the faint soul hidden in her body after the soul flew away and disappeared.

He knew that Rong'er's dependence on him was born with him!

In the world of love, whoever falls in love first loses!

But—however, he ignored it. In the world of love, whoever turns around first will be liberated.

The imperial dining room prepares some of his favorite refreshments, jujube paste yam cake, velvet antler chicken porridge.

Long Yutian took a spoonful of shredded chicken porridge and put it to his lips, only to find out, why did the chef's skills suddenly drop so much?

Try the jujube paste yam cake again, Nima, the tongue is so bitter that it is numb.

Long Yutian was annoyed, so he sent someone to take the imperial chef to the imperial study room, and scolded him severely.

That grievance of the chef, he kowtowed continuously to admit his mistake, then wiped his tears and explained: "Your Majesty, the servants made this dim sum according to the taste of the little princess in the past. If you don't like it, the servants will go and change it!"

After hearing this, Long Yutian slightly lowered his head and glanced at the opposite side. The small bench that originally belonged to velvet was empty and cold.

He waved his hand to let the imperial chef back down, and after putting down the chopsticks, he was in a state of confusion.

It turned out that the so-called his favorite food turned out to be Rong'er's usual favorite meal!

It turned out that it wasn't that the chef's skills had declined, but that he didn't know how to taste every meal without Ronger's company!

It turned out that while Rong'er was gradually inseparable from him, getting along with him all the time had become a habit of his, as if it had been deeply rooted in his blood.

It's only been six days, just six days——Long Yutian was already suffering like a needle felt. He was suddenly very afraid. In the future without cashmere, would he adapt, would he return to the past, the loss of money? After blossoming, lonely and lonely.

With this kind of restlessness, Long Yutian tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep, the more he hugged the quilt, the more he missed the fluffy sleeping in his arms, with his brows and eyes peaceful.

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