Wearing a secret agent with many tricks, the cold and proud prince flirts easily

Lin Yunxi sat across Murong Hao's legs on the gold dragon chair in the Imperial Study Room, with her long black hair hanging down on her shoulders.

With rosy cheeks and watery eyes, she watched Murong Hao put on her clothes.

"Murong Hao, we are actually on the Dragon Throne..." Thinking of the two of them having sex secretly in the imperial study just now, his face immediately became hot again.

"What's wrong with the dragon chair? It's just a chair. Someone once said that she would be satisfied wherever I wanted her to be. What? Didn't Xi'er's words count that day?"

Murong Hao dressed her up and began to tie her hair.

"Why do you always remember these things?" Lin Yunxi laughed at him.

"I remember every word of what Xi'er said." Murong Hao smiled and held her glossy black hair with a happy face.

"Murong Hao, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter." Lin Yunxi didn't believe his sweet words.

"Xier, what gift do you want for your birthday?" Murong Hao tied up her hair, held her shoulders, and asked her with a smile.

"I don't lack anything. I don't know what I want. My husband can give it to me. It will be nice to have my husband by my side that day." Lin Yunxi is not a particularly materialistic person. She seems to lack nothing.

"Okay, then I'll see you off. Don't make fun of your husband then." He inserted the gold hairpin for her and looked at her tenderly.

"When have I ever laughed at my husband? What do you want to give me?" Lin Yunxi became interested and looked at him with bright eyes.

"I can't tell you now. It won't be surprising if I tell you." Murong Hao pretended to be silent.

"Okay, Xi'er is looking forward to it."

What gift will he give himself? Lin Yunxi was really curious.

……

Three days later, it was the eighth day of February. The eighth day of every month was the official holiday. Murong Hao didn't have to go to court today. He woke up before dawn. Today was Xi'er's birthday and he wanted to surprise her.

The two of them were in love until the middle of the night last night. Lin Yunxi was extremely tired and hadn't woken up yet.

Murong Hao quietly got out of bed, went to the bathroom downstairs to wash up, and then went to the kitchen.

On Xi'er's birthday, he would personally cook for Xi'er. Don't modern people like to eat birthday cakes the most? In the past few years, Xi'er made it every year for their birthdays. He saw Xi'er cook it several times, and even watched her cook it. Checking out recipes on your phone doesn’t seem too difficult.

Murong Hao took a look at his mobile phone. His mobile phone didn't seem to be useful except taking pictures. He secretly checked what software Xi'er used a few days ago. If he scrolled up, he could see all kinds of interesting videos of modern people.

He can now download the software. After downloading the video software, he searched for birthday cake recipes.

Murong Hao laughed after watching the video twice in a row.

"It turns out it's so simple." As he said that, he opened the Western kitchen tool box, took out all the Western kitchen tools and started tinkering with it.

After working on it for half an hour, when the oven made a "ding..." sound, he opened the oven and found that the cake embryo he had made was successful, and his face instantly showed joy.

He followed the instructions in the video, measured the weight of the whipped cream in the refrigerator, and put it into a food processor to whip.

"Modern people's cakes are quite troublesome, but they are interesting." Murong Hao said to himself, put the whipped white cream on the cake base, and slowly smoothed it out with a cake knife.

He followed the example in the video and used cake-specific tools to draw flowers on it, but the flowers he drew were different from those in the video. Xi'er liked orchids, so he drew orchids.

When the entire cake was completed, Murong Hao raised a satisfied smile on his lips.

"It seems that I am the first emperor who can make cakes." Murong Hao said as he put the cake in the refrigerator.

He took out some of Xi'er's favorite fruits from the refrigerator, such as cherries, blueberries, mulberries, and strawberries. After washing all the fruits and placing them on plates, he took off his apron with satisfaction.

After checking the time, he left the technology library.

He went to Changchun Palace. When the servants of Changchun Palace saw him coming, they were surprised and saluted him one after another.

He walked to the dining room and saw Ze'er looking out. He should be waiting for Xi'er to come and have breakfast with him.

Murong Ze was a little surprised when he saw his father coming.

"Good morning, father, where is the queen?" the little guy's soft voice sounded, and he looked behind Murong Hao.

"My mother slept late last night and hasn't woken up yet. My father asked her to sleep a little longer and didn't wake her up." Murong Hao said with a loving look on his face.

"Oh, Father, don't you have to go to court today?" The little guy had a lot of questions.

"Today is a day for the ministers to take a day off from bathing. My father also takes a day off from bathing. Today is a special day. It is the mother's birthday. The father wants to accompany the mother and Ze'er wants to record the mother's birthday. Did you know that?" Murong Haoti When it comes to Xi'er, her face is always filled with deep love.

"Wow, it turns out that today is the queen's birthday. Ze'er is going to say hello to her now." The little guy's favorite person is his mother, and he wants to bless her on her birthday.

"My mother is still sleeping. You have breakfast and go to school first. It won't be too late to greet your mother when you get back from school." Murong Hao didn't want the little guy to disturb their world today.

"Oh, okay then, will Ze'er go to school by herself today?" The little guy still hoped that his mother would send him to school.

"Ze'er has grown up and it's time for him to go to school by himself." Murong Hao said seriously.

"Okay." The little guy didn't dare to refute, and looked down at the breakfast on the table in aggrieved manner.

"Let's have breakfast." Murong Hao reminded him when he saw that it was getting late.

"Yes." Murong Ze picked up the chopsticks and looked at his father.

"Father, don't you want to eat?" In the past, his mother and queen would accompany him to have breakfast.

"Father, I'm not hungry yet. I'll eat later," Murong Hao lied, leaving his stomach to eat delicious food with Xi'er.

"Okay, then Ze'er will use it first." The little guy learned the etiquette very well. Murong Hao was very happy to see that his two-year-old son could be so well-educated. It was all thanks to Xi'er's good teaching.

Murong Hao kept watching his son finish his breakfast and saw him carrying his schoolbag with obvious displeasure.

"Father, Ze'er has gone to school."

"Ze'er is unhappy?" Murong Hao asked directly.

"No." The little guy was still a little afraid of his father.

"Let's go, father will take you to school." Today is a good day, but we can't let our son be in a bad mood.

Murong Hao stood up and picked up his son.

"Father, Ze'er can walk on his own." The little guy was a little ecstatic that his father would actually carry him to school.

"Today, my father will take you flying to school. Ze'er will support you." Murong Hao was in a good mood today. He walked out of the dining room door and flew up to the roof.

"Wow, Father, you can fly just like Uncle Tiansi and Uncle Tianwu?" The little guy was in his father's arms, his eyes widened in surprise and extremely excited. It was the first time for him to see the palace from such a high place, and Still in my father's arms.

"Well, this is called Qinggong. My father will teach Ze'er in the future, okay?" Murong Hao saw his son smiling in his arms, and he speeded up.

"Okay, Father, Ze'er wants to learn Qing Gong." The little guy's eyes were really opened today. Father's Qing Kung is so powerful. He flew steadily in his arms and was not afraid at all.

"Then Ze'er needs to eat more. When he grows up and has the strength, he can learn." Murong Hao said while speeding up.

When he approached the entrance of the Imperial College, Murong Hao slowly landed and gently placed his son on the ground.

"Ze'er, don't tell anyone else that my father sent you to school."

"Okay, Father, don't worry, Ze'er won't say anything. Father, will you come to pick up Ze'er in the evening?" The little guy hasn't had enough of flying yet.

Murong Hao scratched his little head and smiled...