Happiness wants to lie down again
"I certainly listen to what you say."
Zhao Cuo was really tired. He didn’t want to make mistakes because of such a trivial matter, so he obeyed.
Her skin is an unhealthy snow white, which makes her feet thinner and tender, and the veins are clear.
When people shake hands with the princess temple as cold as Yu Lian’s feet, they will feel that they are holding a delicate and smooth ice cream, and they will involuntarily give birth to the idea of having a taste.
"Where should I hide? If you see me, your palace will crush me. "
Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong pretended not to be interested in her little feet.
"You go to the table."
"Is it better under the bed?"
"Wrong"
Anle got up after wearing embroidered shoes.
The monarch temple is still as cold as ever.
She adjusted her clothes and then pointed to the side of the round table and said airily
"The emperor and I are going to have dinner at your table. I can send you something to eat."
Zhao Cuo is convinced that she just wants to be close to herself.
"I see."
Little grandpa didn’t have much to say. He lifted the tablecloth and hid in it.
Will he reveal his happiness?
This is something that she can completely control.
"Can an afternoon nap be comfortable?"
Zhao wrong heard the door always according to the emperor sound near seems to be at the table.
"Chu Fei is refining a method of insect in the backyard of my palace. He has a good talent and is a genius."
Princess Anle’s indifferent tone answered irrelevant questions.
"It is also a blessing that he can be seen by Anle."
Yong Zhao di sa ran a smile
Of course he won’t have any doubts.
After all, the identity difference between the two is too wide.
"It will be a while before the imperial dining room sends dinner to me. A painting has not been inscribed. Would you like to write it down?"
It’s self-evident that it’s a good idea for the emperor to spread the painting table in his hand into his eyes.
"I see."
Happiness said quietly.
Table Zhao thief suddenly frowned.
As soon as I dyed the ink, the brush suddenly fell in front of him.
What does this little witch mean?’
Zhao wrong a face of wonder.
The doubt in his heart was quickly solved.
See the tablecloth in front of him suddenly lifted the comfortable skirt and appeared in front of him, and then a pair of beautiful legs like white jade gradually emerged.
"I’ll grind the ink for you. Please be at home."
Yong Zhao Di’s bright and clear voice rang again.
Little grandpa stared at the pen in his hand.
Is this ink or waste grinding?
"Shout …"
Zhao’s wrong breath became heavy unconsciously.
He reached forward and touched a piece of white and left a black stain.
Swing a pen! He doesn’t want to expose that he can obey the witch’s request and write a "wrong" on the jade!
Chapter two hundred and seventy-two Always according to the emperor’s wedding but Zhao thief bridal chamber
"An Le’s face seems a little hot?"
Always according to the emperor looked at side happiness infanta in amazement.
Her innocent face has always been indifferent, but now it is blushing and delicate.
What surprised the teenager even more was that she never looked like an ancient well, but her eyes were blurred and trance, and her eyes rippled like autumn water.
"I’m hungry …"
On the face of Anle County, I feel drunk and feel the stroke of landing leg.
At this time, her heart was full of ambition and almost overflowed.
No, she left her own mark.
"Go to rush!"
The emperor Chu Yong turned to look at the eunuch.
"You send someone to the imperial kitchen and ask them to send dinner quickly. Don’t delay."
He is obedient to happiness, but he doesn’t know that his fiancee has been engraved by other men.
"What the hell am I doing?"
Hiding Zhao’s wrong words and staring at the white jade "wrong"
He listened with bated breath to the sound outside the tablecloth, and it seemed that he was calm and not fooling around.