The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 90
Everyone was talking in a twittering manner.

The concealment of singing and dancing made them a lot bolder.

At the banquet, tentative narratives with different thoughts spring up like mushrooms after rain.

A fluttering look in his eyes can arouse infinite conjectures.

Lan Yao didn't notice the undercurrent at the banquet.

In his eyes, this banquet is everyone sitting together to eat.

He was eating very happily, and Si Ming looked at him sideways, extremely gentle.

The corners of Lan Yao's mouth were stained with oil.

Si Ming smiled helplessly, raised his hand, and gently wiped the corner of Lan Yao's mouth with a handkerchief: "Lanlan, eat slowly."

The extremely pampering words are like the helpless connivance of a lover.

In fact, only Si Ming himself knows.

He wished he could dig out the eyeballs of those who looked at Lan Yao straight.

In the high position, the emperor waved his hand slowly.

The singing and dancing was still going on, but Si Ming was called over.

Everyone in the audience stared nervously at the emperor's actions.

Sikong lowered his eyes, looking at the abnormally smooth tea in his hand.

"Royal father." Si Ming smiled softly, not being obedient.

The emperor responded in a low voice.

He glanced at the petite child in the corner under the stage, and said, "Ming'er, I heard that you and Mu Yangguo's proton are very close?"

The title "Zhen" made Si Ming's eyes light up slightly.

He nodded lightly: "Return to Father, yes."

Displeasure flashed across the emperor's eyes, and his voice was low: "Ming'er, do you know that child is spreading bad rumors about you and the mermaid?"

Si Ming was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that what the emperor said was actually this.

On the emperor's thin, yellow and frail face, there was a bit of care that Si Ming couldn't see through.

"Father, specifically... what is it?" Si Ming suppressed his voice.

The emperor said word by word the rumor that "mermaids inhale dragon's breath" has been widely spread in the palace recently.

Si Ming listened, his eyes sank a little bit.

The corners of his lips curled up, and he replied: "Thank you father for telling me, my son knows."

The emperor pulled Si Ming and whispered something.

**
Under the stage, Lan Yao, who was enjoying the delicacies, was attracted by the wine glasses on Siming's table.

The golden bronze wine glass contained a transparent liquid.

The faint scent of bamboo and wine makes people feel a little drunk just by smelling it.

Lan Yao licked his dry lips, took the wine glass on Si Ming's table, and drank it down in one gulp.

Slightly spicy wine, but the aftertaste is extremely fragrant and elegant.

Lan Yao blinked and stared at the wine glass in his hand: "Well, although the taste of this wine is not as good as that of the God Realm, but, it does, it does have a different taste..."

The pure boyish voice with a thick nasal voice spoke in a low voice.

The soft tone made it hard to hear what he was muttering.

Lan Yao's body wobbled, and there was a double image of the wine glass in front of him.

Lan Yao shook his head and tried his best to hold his eyelids: "2, why am I so dizzy?"

The ambiguous words did not allow others to hear a word.

229 was frightened, afraid that Lan Yao would say something else.

Fortunately, during its prayers, Lan Yao successfully planted on the table and fell unconscious.

Sikong, who had been watching him all the time, smiled knowingly.

The wine glass was placed on the lips, blocking the curved lips.

Oh, it turns out that a mermaid with great martial arts skills can be brought down by a glass of wine.

The movement of Lan Yao falling down was a bit loud, and Si Ming turned the wheelchair directly to look at Lan Yao.

He didn't care about the emperor at all.

The person beside him who had secretly poked at Lan Yao many times raised his hand boldly, wanting to call out to Lan Yao.

Si Ming's pupils shrank suddenly.

The wheelchair was turned extremely fast by him.

Hastily moving, dark and scarlet pupils, went straight towards the sleeping person.

He looked a little scary.

The senior official who stretched out his salty pig's hand was frightened by Si Ming's low word "scroll", shivering his body tremblingly.

Si Ming carefully picked up Lan Yao, who was sleeping soundly, with a slightly cold face: "Father, my son is leaving first."

The emperor nodded and let Si Ming's unreasonable request go.

The protagonist of the banquet left in public, and even gave the emperor a cold face, but the emperor was not angry at all, and even indulged in every possible way.

The eyes of the people who stayed on Sikong were a little subtle.

I don't know, I think His Highness the Second Prince is not the heir of the Emperor.

**
The moonlight is slightly cool, and the earth is covered with silver frost.

Lan Yao slept soundly, but Si Ming stared at him darkly.

Moonlight shines through the windows into the room.

It was reflected on Si Ming's body.

A black shadow covered the person on the bed.

Si Ming stared at Lan Yao for a long time, smiled softly, and murmured: "Lanlan, I really still hate you being stared at by others."

Si Ming stood up slowly.

The shadow swayed a little bit, following Si Ming's movements, the shadow completely covered the person on the bed.

The body that has not fully recovered still has some difficulty in moving.

The feet seemed to be stepping on sharp and sharp needles.

The excruciating pain caused Si Ming not to change at all.

Only his complexion became a little whiter.

Like a ghost.

He moved and sat beside Lan Yao's bed.

Bending over, her lips parted, revealing her well-arranged teeth.

Spreading his hands on both sides of Lan Yao, his mouth kept moving, biting Lan Yao's side neck with a sense of venting.

"Woo..." Lan Yao, who was sobbing because of the pain, frowned.

Sweet red blood flowed into the mouth.

The blood entered the throat, and the warm current instantly filled the limbs and bones. The severe pain in the legs seemed to be cut by someone with a knife, and sweat stained Si Ming's forehead.

The dark light in his eyes flickered away, and he looked up.

Lips stained with blood, red like a demon.

Si Ming gritted his teeth and lowered his head suddenly in pain.

Lan Yao's pursed cherry lips were imprinted on the blood-stained lips.

With anger and a loving kiss, Si Ming successfully dyed Lan Yao's lips red.

The leg pain gradually disappeared.

Only then did Si Ming stop venting his anger.

He straightened up, and his white fingers viciously rubbed against Lan Yao's lips, wiping the blood for him.

"Lanlan, you should be better behaved." Si Ming's face was cold and his eyes were cold.

The voice was hoarse and dark, with a heart-burning ruthlessness at the end.

Simple Wei Lanyao treated Si Ming, who was wounded, and walked out.

Heizi was waiting outside.

Seeing Si Ming standing completely, Heizi's excited body trembled twice.

"Master, you can stand up completely!" Heizi wished he could wave his flag and cheer for Si Ming.

"Yeah." Si Ming tilted his head, "How's the investigation going?"

Heizi quickly came back to his senses, and replied: "Master, my subordinates have checked. The rumors that the emperor said are true. But, it wasn't made by Mu Yangguo's proton."

(End of this chapter)