Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"When are you going to struggle until?"

At this moment, seeing Xiang Xing frowning and thinking for a long time, he couldn't help laughing first.

His eyes swayed slightly, as if he deliberately raised his delicate eyes, the curvature of the corners of his lips was still faint, "Rather than doing all these useless work on Gu, you might as well go out of the palace and forget it."

"Don't worry about it, why not do it?"

After all, Xiang Xing saw him gesture towards the door of the palace.

Soon, I saw a dark guard wearing a black suit, rushing in at a speed as fast as a gust of wind.

Afterwards, he presented a small black porcelain bottle with both hands of his master.

"Go down."

The first speech was lightly sounded, and the dark guard nodded heavily, and then flashed ghostly.

Disappeared instantly.

The dark guard made no sound during the whole process, and Xiang Xing couldn't help but swallowed his throat.

What a strong light work.

No wonder the emperor directly ignored her martial arts.

In a blink of an eye, the man wandered back to Xiang Xing.

Pass the black porcelain bottle in front of her, "Drink it, you will be free when you drink it."

"..."

Xiang Xing raised his small face and glanced at him quietly.

He clenched his hands subconsciously.

Finally, he mustered up the courage again, raised his small hand, and gently pushed the slender hand holding the porcelain bottle aside.

"The emperor, of course the concubines will know more than what you said."

The little guy raised his face very seriously, as if he was about to say something very serious, but his voice was still soft when he heard it.

I saw her erect her small body solemnly, and continued to speak, "The emperor, the concubines can also tell stories!"

"..."

The surrounding air was silent for a few seconds.

It wasn't until a certain emperor's sneer that seemed to be finally uncontrollable sounded, that the weird deadlock was broken.

"Telling a story... What does the queen mean, is it a storyteller?"

The first speech dropped his head amusingly.

This smile, on the contrary, made the shadow between his eyebrows and eyes faint, and it faded a lot in an instant, and even the depressing breath of the whole body was alleviated a lot.

It's just that, with his broken smile, Xiang Xing's cheeks are instantly flushed, and he is very embarrassed not to pass the small face.

Seeing her extremely shameful and charming appearance, the smile on the man's lips became stronger.

After a while, he coughed softly and kept his breath calm.

"Do you think that being alone as the king of a country, there will be a shortage of people to tell the lonely story?"

He turned his hands sideways, his tone slightly contemptuous, "Or do you think that although loneliness is the prince of a country, he is ultimately talented and shallow, and the world is not omniscient?"

"...That's not what the concubines meant!"

Hearing his tone that seemed to look down upon himself, the little guy suddenly became unconvinced.

I couldn't help but muttered eagerly, "The concubines and concubines can tell you...No, it's a story that no one in this world has ever heard!"

Humph.

She is a woman who owns an encyclopedia of Duck and Duck, plus an encyclopedia of classics.

The outside world is so big, in this small ancient time, she still doesn't believe in the first words...Have heard the story of Snow White!

(Duck: ... Hani, can we be more mature...)

"Is it?"

Hearing this, the first remark was another smile.

However, between the reddish-brown, jewel-like pupils, a hint of interest arose inexplicably.

Seeing him nodding slightly, he seemed to think for a while.

Immediately he laughed, brushed away his clothes, and sat directly at the table of the Eight Immortals covered with red brocade.

"Then, Queen, you can tell Gu one one now."