Quick Transmigration System: Female Supporting Wish Letter

Chapter 722 Wife Lord, Please Come to Couch (20)

The next day, someone woke Ji Luo up early, and she was just married, so it was inevitable that she would go to the palace to face the saint.

Before the drowsiness dissipated, Feng Chime had already come in, still holding toiletries in his hand.

He first brought water to rinse Ji Luo's mouth, and after cleaning her mouth, when he was about to wipe her face, he suddenly saw Yun Zhewu looking at him with unclear eyes.

Yun Zhewu is naturally not a fool, and as a man, he can immediately see what Feng Ling'er is thinking.

After Ji Luo noticed Yun Zhewu's expression, he said to Feng Ling'er: "Go and serve Yun Zhengfu."

Feng Ling'er bit her lip, thinking that in just one night, the princess is already so biased.

Yun Zhewu was just about to say no, but Feng Ling'er had already handed the thing over resentfully, and he could only take it in confusion, wondering if he had done something that would make people angry.

After Feng Ling'er helped Yun Zhewu get dressed, Ji Luo said, "Feng Ling'er, step back first."

"But Princess, you haven't done it yet"

"Get out!"

The door was closed, and Ji Luo glanced at Yun Zhe Wu, and said, "Feng Ling'er has served you, so should Zhe Wu serve as his wife?"

She pointed to the copper basin next to her. When Yun Zhewu heard the word "wife", he was both shy and angry. Finally, he wrung out the towel in the copper basin and helped Ji Luo wipe his face little by little. .

After wiping his face, Ji Luo stretched out his hand directly to signal him to get dressed, and the two naturally had some intimate contact. After everything was done, Yun Zhewu felt that his skin seemed a little thicker.

The carriage was already prepared at the gate of the Imperial Palace, and before getting into the carriage, she thought of asking someone to fetch a cloak for Yun Zhewu to put on.

It doesn't matter when she is alone, this body is not very afraid of the cold, but if there is one more person, she naturally has to take care of it.

In fact, Yun Zhewu didn't feel cold either. After all, he had been practicing martial arts since he was ten years old, and he has been practicing martial arts for eight or nine years. Naturally, his health is better than others. The temperature in this autumn is nothing to him.

But Ji Luo helped him fasten the strap of the cloak, and he didn't say anything.

After getting into the carriage, Ji Luo saw the snacks on the small table over there. The servants should have prepared them early and put them on top. She doesn't like to eat this, and she wanted to have someone change this rule before. , Later, there were too many things and I forgot. Now I saw it, and I was just thinking about ordering people to leave. After seeing the clouds and fog next to me, I asked him: "Do you like to eat cakes?"

"I don't like it very much."

Ji Luo directly understood that she didn't like it. She lifted the curtain and said to the person next to the carriage: "Don't prepare pastries in the future."

Hearing what she said, Yun Zhewu probably didn't like pastries, but if he didn't like them, why would he prepare them?

Is it for him?

Thinking of this, Yun Zhewu suddenly reached out, took a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth. When Ji Luo saw that he started to eat, he said, "Don't you like it very much?"

"Origiri wants to try it."

What a contradictory person, anyway, there are a lot of cakes, Ji Luo said generously: "Then eat slowly, don't worry."

Yun Zhewu tried his best to swallow the innermost piece of pastry, realizing that he was being affectionate again, and after eating, he never touched those pastries again.

She didn't really like Yun Zhewu's behavior. There was no essential difference between him and Siliu Jun Fengling'er, but she knew that his other personality was much more interesting than this.

Ji Luo still hopes that he can be the same as before, at least she won't feel strange.

(End of this chapter)