My Little Mom is the Richest

"Huh?!" What is the strange reason? "Actually...that...the beds of Madam Hanyue and Madam Mingyuejun are also very comfortable!"

"Haha... Girl, are you trying to drive me away?"

Feng Xueyang smiled lightly, with an indescribably relaxed tone. It could be heard in Mingyue Jun’s ears, but there was a tremor in his heart, "No... the servant dare not... the servant should..."

"Okay! I scared you!" Feng Xueyang opened his eyes and looked at Mingyue Jun gently, but saw the little girl pouting her mouth in a grievance, her cheeks were bulging, she was very cute. "In fact, I slept comfortably with No, it has nothing to do with the original implantation bed, but you are quieter here..."

"The two ladies...are you still angry?" The bulging cheeks were flattened down, and Mingyue Jun wrinkled a small face.

"What are you like?" Feng Xueyang looked at Mingyuejun with a bitter face. "This has nothing to do with you. Don't think about it, go to sleep!" Flicked his sleeves, the candlelight went out, and the room went out again. Back to the darkness "And... don't call yourself a slave and maid in the future, I don't like it."

"No..." answered softly. He... Isn't he going to leave now? Mingyue Jun carefully wrapped his quilt with his back to Feng Xueyang to sleep, sniffing his elegant body between his nose, a little nervousness and embarrassment, a little excitement and sweetness in his heart, and a little melancholy and helplessness inexplicably. While sighing secretly, I felt that the tightly wrapped bedding was suddenly pulled apart, a warm body was pressed against the back, and the strong and slender arms crossed in front of him. An elegant voice sounded in my ears, "Still not sleeping?" Feeling the warm breath from Fengxueyang's nose and mouth behind his ears, Mingyue Jun suddenly felt a tingling, and his whole body quickly covered with goose bumps. A jealous spirit quickly shrank his body, closing his eyes and dared not make any more movements. ...

Xueji Chuqing, Ci'an Temple, elegant and secluded, in the mellow piano sound, beautiful women skillfully and gracefully high, low pouring, foaming, and covering, the snow porcelain tea bowl is filled with green tea soup, and it is delivered to the opposite table. The sitting grandparents leaned forward and said softly "Please!"

"Yeah! The green soup is so green and the color is even!" The average-looking middle-aged woman gracefully held the tea to the tip of her nose, sniffed it for a moment, "Fragrant nose, tastes like chestnuts!", and then took two sips slowly. Sip, squinting his eyes slightly, and sighed: "The head is bitter and the tail is sweet, and the bitterness is sweet. It is indeed the Taodu cloud and mist that is unique to Chaoyue Country. It does have its uniqueness. No wonder its name is famous throughout the vast universe!"

"Chaoyuexiang is good at producing tea. Clouds and mists are the best. They can dissolve the stagnation and wash away the Shenhe. Grandma likes it!"

"Hehe... I know you have a heart, and I know you love grandma!" The woman raised her mouth, her eyes filled with warmth, and she was very happy. She looked at the person who cooked the tea, "But! It's useless for the tea alone. The tea-cooking person has good skills, otherwise the best tea will have to be ruined! In my opinion... This girl Hanyue’s tea-cooking skills are getting better and better, and she can almost compete with Ruoshui girl. Isn't it? Hanyue girl"

"The empress dowager is absurd! Han Yue is ashamed!" Qian Xue Han Yue was dressed in a royal blue palace costume, obeying the blessing.

"Yo! Look at this girl! She's still shy!" Empress Zhao Yan put down the tea bowl in her hand and smiled to the man and said to the man: "Yang'er! You are a master of tea tasting, you are telling me, grandma, am I right?"

Feng Xueyang also chuckled, holding a bowl and taking a sip, and said: "Yes! It has made a lot of progress. Although it is a bit worse than Ruoshui's previous level, it can compete with Ruoshui at this moment."