On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can't Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

  Chapter 161 161: Is it that bad?

  The lotus steps are moving lightly, coming slowly, like a lily swaying in the wind.

  Shang Kong stopped her and said respectfully: "Second Miss, His Royal Highness is discussing matters in the room, please stop."

  Lin Yanran raised her eyes to look at him, her voice was as soft as water:

   "I'm here to deliver soup to His Royal Highness, and I'll wait by the fire for three full hours before it's ready. It won't taste good when it's cold. Could you please go in and report it?"

  Long sky: "..."

  Beauty is like a flower, Wu Nong speaks softly, a piece of infatuated soup, and has a special relationship with His Royal Highness, how can you refuse?

   "Second miss, please wait a moment."

  Nangong Jue came out to pick Lin Yanran in personally.

   This made Lin Yanran very flattered, her heart pounding like a deer.

  Following Nangong Jue half a step behind, she raised her eyes and glanced at him secretly from time to time, her daughter's mind was shy and obvious.

  Lin Yanran personally served a bowl of soup to Nangong Jue, blessed her body, and said in a shy and soft voice: "His Royal Highness, please taste the soup made by Yanran herself."

   When handing it over, he accidentally slipped his hand and spilled the soup on Nangong Jue.

   "Ah!" Lin Yanran exclaimed, her face paled.

   Taking a handkerchief, she hurriedly wiped the soup off Nangong Jue's body, "How are you doing, Your Highness? Are you burning hot? Yan Ran didn't do it on purpose!"

   Nangong Jue raised his hand to block her hand, and smiled softly, "It's okay, don't panic."

  But the bright yellow brocade clothes were soaked with soup, even if they were not scalded...

  Lin Yanran bit her red lips lightly, with an apologetic expression on her face, "His Royal Highness, could you please move to the side hall to clean it?"

   Nangong Jue stared at him, and the beauty's eyes were looking at him clearly, the eyes were filled with water vapor, and the tears were about to fall.

  As if as long as he said a rejection, her tears would immediately fall.

  He smiled lightly, "OK."

  …

  In the hall, the servant girl brought water, Nangong Jue was cleaning his hands, and Lin Yanran followed in.

   "His Royal Highness, why don't you take a nap here? Take Yanran's coat and wash it for you and then put it on after drying, okay?"

   Nangong Jue looked around the side hall. There are couches, tables and chairs, and dressing tables in this room, which are elegantly furnished and the environment is quiet.

  It is indeed a good place to rest.

  He lowered his eyes, looked at Lin Yanran who was standing in front of him with his head slightly lowered, and said in a gentle voice, "Just let the servants do the rough work."

   "No, Yanran doesn't want to lie to others about His Royal Highness."

  Lin Yanran raised her head, glanced at him affectionately, then quickly lowered her head, twisting the silk handkerchief lightly with her fingertips, her voice delicate and soft.

   "His Royal Highness, can you...can you let Yanran undress you?"

Ah!

   Nangong Jue hooked the corners of his mouth playfully, "Then... there is Lao Yanran."

  Lin Yanran's eyes moved slightly, she stepped forward lightly, and lowered her head to take off Nangong Jue's coat.

  Furong powder noodles, full of shyness.

  Getting closer, a wisp of seductive and dark fragrance floats into the breath, with traces of seductive breath, like a small hook, easily arousing the deepest love in the heart.

   Nangong Jue's eyes were dimly lit, and he narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.

  The voice is still as gentle as a spring breeze, "The fragrance today is not the same as in the past?"

  Lin Yanran took a breath, her eyes trembled, did he find something wrong with this fragrance?

   No, not possible!

  Niang said, this incense comes from South Vietnam, Tianchu is very rare, and most of them are used by women, so few people know about it.

  Prince... he probably didn't know.

  Moreover, this fragrance confuses the heart and makes people feel secretly, and it is difficult to control themselves. Even after the fact, I won't notice the difference, I will only think that I am distracted, I can't help myself, and everything will happen when it is ripe.

  Lin Yanran calmed down a bit, raised her eyes slightly, shy and timid:

   "Well, when I went to buy rouge yesterday, the store said that a new batch of spices had arrived, so I took a box to try, and I will use it today."

   "Is it specially prepared for orphans?"

  Nangong Jue stared at Lin Yanran, the sun shining through the window paper fell on him in shades of shades, standing against the light, making those black jade-like eyes more profound and vast, bottomless.

  Lin Yanran's heart beat suddenly, and for a moment she couldn't tell the meaning of his words.

  He lowered his head shyly, "Then...does His Royal Highness like it?"

  Nangong Jue looked at her, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Ah!

  Under the moonlight, Nanyue Ligong.

   Unexpectedly, this thing appeared in Tianchu Jingdu, and it was used on him.

   Interesting!

  …

  Yun Ran lazily nestled on the rattan chair, lying in the yard basking in the sun.

   Nangong Mo was busy sorting petals and making peach blossom cakes.

  Yes, you heard it right, he just wants to make peach blossom cakes.

   Those peach blossoms were just bought by Fengxuan in such a hurry.

  The reason is that Yunran's appetite is extremely poor today, and he only drank some soup for lunch, and didn't eat anything.

   It wasn't that she was in a mood, nor was she deliberately torturing him, or that she simply had no appetite. Although she was hungry, she didn't want to eat anything.

  Nangong Mo asked her what she wanted to eat.

  She thought about it seriously for a long time, and thought of peach blossom pancakes and roasted sweet potatoes.

  Although these two are Rouran's specialties, Tianchu is inclusive of everything, and you can still buy it in this bustling Kyoto.

  The reason why Nangong Mo did it himself was because he heard the conversation between Yunran and a certain fairy bird.

  【I really want to go back to Rouran! I really want to go back to the sect! I really miss my brothers! 】

  【Nympho! Look at how promising you are! I either think about money or beautiful men all day long! 】

  Yunran snorted, changed his posture and continued to bask in the sun and miss... home?

  【I miss the big brother... the beggar chicken! 】

  【I miss the second senior brother... the elixir! 】

  【I miss the roasted sweet potatoes of the third senior brother...! 】

  【I miss the peach cake made by the fourth senior brother...! 】

  【I miss Fifth Senior Sister’s boiled grass... Uh, I don’t want to. Think about Liu...Senior Brother Liu is nothing but food! In no mood! 】

  【Aside from food and money, can you think of anything else? 】

  【No, I just want to eat peach pancakes and roasted sweet potatoes right now. 】

  Nangong Mo quietly squinted his eyes.

  The reason why she misses her senior brothers so much is because of food?

  Each of them has a special dish for her to remember?

Ah!

  They can, and so can I!

  If he controls everything by himself, it means that he squeezes them all out?

  Then she will only miss him in the future?

Ok!

   So good!

  Peach Blossom Cakes take time. During the waiting time, Nangong Mo set up a fire and started roasting sweet potatoes without wasting a second.

  Sweet potatoes were also bought by Feng Xuanxian.

  Compared to making peach blossom cakes, Nangong Mo seems to be much more comfortable roasting sweet potatoes.

   After a while, the smell of roasted sweet potatoes wafted in the wind.

  Yunran got an appetite when he smelled it, and couldn't help taking two more breaths of air in the direction of Nangong Mo.

  The man raised his eyebrows with a rather smug expression.

  Look at that girl's greedy look, she will conquer her with Nangong Mo brand roasted sweet potatoes later.

  But after thinking about it again, with her staring eyes and fascinated and longing face, she is greedy for sweet potatoes, but not him!

  Nangong Mo: He might as well be roasted sweet potatoes? !

  Thinking of this, the man who was smug and complacent one second had a dark handsome face the next moment, with a gloomy expression and a hint of resentment.

  When will the dead girl be greedy for his people like roasted sweet potatoes?

  The man stared at the sweet potato in his hand, with traces of cool murderous intent in his black eyes.

  In terms of figure and appearance, how could he be inferior to this roasted sweet potato?

  The dead girl is greedy for money, baked sweet potatoes, and peach blossom cakes, but she is not greedy for him.

  Is Grandpa that bad?

  For a while, the man was immersed in his own small world, his expression flickered from bright to dark, the light in his eyes flickered, his murderous aura swirled.

   "Nangong Mo, it seems to be blurred? Is it blurred?"

  (end of this chapter)