General, the little emperor ran away [System]

"What are you going to do tonight?"

He Ning was eating egg custard, he raised his face blankly when he heard his question, puffed his cheeks and shook his head: "What are you doing?"

He was lazy to go out at first, his body was weak during this period, and besides the kitchen, he just stayed in the room all day, and generally had no special activities.

General Lin wiped off the water stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips: "I have a meeting tonight, I'll take you there?" He poured out a bowl of tea and handed it to He Ning.

Holding the teacup, the little emperor gently blew on the tea stalks floating quietly on the water: "Lantern Festival? What is it?"

"It's fun, there are a lot of delicious food." Lin Zhao's words immediately caught the little emperor's full attention, and he nodded frantically, "Eat, okay, I'll go."

Looking down at the blush on that fair and tender cheek, Lin Zhao asked, "So happy?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard what it must be?" He Ning was eager to try, and couldn't wait until night.

Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes slowly: "Don't you like reading scripts, why don't you know these folk things?"

He Ning pitifully flattened his mouth: "But it's not written in the storybook?"

"Huh?" Lin Zhao asked with great interest, "Then why are you usually short?"

There are so many things to read, but how do I know which ones I can talk about and which ones I can’t?

He Ning hesitated: "General, don't you have to work this afternoon?"

"Why, you want to drive me away?" Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows, "I will accompany you in the afternoon, and go to the lantern festival together in the evening."

He's not a child, and he doesn't need your company at all. With a bitter face, He Ning searched his mind resignedly. He murmured, "Actually, I didn't read much."

Such a soft little rabbit exudes a sweet and delicious smell all over its body. Lin Zhao dare not open his mouth casually, for fear of accidentally revealing his sharp fangs and hurting him, but he loves him so much, his ears are red at the root Embarrassed, he took a sip of tea and took the time to "press": "Then there must be something to say."

"Just one hundred and eight people who will be forced to go to Liangshan?" The little emperor raised his face slightly, and asked tentatively, "Or, 36 tricks? Going forward is the best plan?"

"Am I wrong?" Seeing General Lin's unnatural expression, He Ning was a little nervous.

"No." Lin Zhao shook his head in a complicated mood. He thought it was a story about a young lady and a poor scholar, or a short story about a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for an exam and a beautiful fox fairy. After all, the little maids in the general's mansion like to read it Almost everyone has several copies of this route.

"But I don't understand it, I just watch the excitement." He Ning scratched his head, his small eyes flicked across General Lin's face lightly, and he picked up the spoon again, his small face was almost buried in the bowl.

"Like it?" Lin Zhao asked, "I'll tell you next time."

"No." He Ning repeatedly shook his head and refused, "I don't like it very much, but I just use it to pass the time. The general is so busy, so I don't want it."

Lin Zhao frowned slightly, and opened his mouth to speak, when a porcelain-white spoon was brought to his mouth suddenly, and he followed the spoon to look at the owner of his hand.

He Ning looked at him with a smile.

Lin Zhao: "...!"

He Ning poked forward with his hand, and the spoon touched General Lin's tightly closed pure white, leaving a small piece of clean water stains: "Taste it, it's delicious."

The egg custard is cooked just right, white, tender and smooth, with a few green onions floating on it, and a lot of warm and soft vinegar. When it smells, the tip of the tongue will unconsciously secrete saliva, and it will slide to the mouth of the throat automatically after swallowing it.

Lin Zhao subconsciously bit the spoon, just like biting his white and tender fingertips, soft and delicious.

He Ning tilted his head and looked at him expectantly, Lin Zhao's heart was itchy, and he didn't know how to swallow the thing in his mouth.

This was the first time the little emperor fed him, and I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future.

In an instant, Lin Zhao had lived his life while looking at the flowers before his eyes. A big house, a few loyal and obedient servants, and of course the most important thing was the little emperor. No one else knows that Xanadu lived a happy life.

"General? General?" He Ning raised his hand and shook it in front of General Lin, slightly flustered, and hurriedly took a bite and said to himself, "It's actually not that bad."

"Well, what did you say?" General Lin suddenly came to his senses when he saw the spoon that had just been taken out of his mouth and entered the little emperor's mouth again, "It's delicious, but a little sweet."

"?" He Ning was stunned for a moment, and then licked the remaining soup on the spoon, "Sweet? No." He seriously doubted whether General Lin swallowed it without tasting anything at all.

and--

The little emperor looked at him sadly: "Don't the general feel that something is missing?"

Lin Zhao's mind was muddled, he could only see his red and tender lips, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

He Ning waited for a long time but didn't see him talk to him, his cheeks were puffed up, staring at him with a pair of cat-like eyes, and muttered softly: "There is no soy sauce, it's not fresh anymore."

General Lin's heart was like a trumpet before leaving, and the roar exploded in his ears one after another. Thanks to the little emperor speaking, he could hear some sounds faintly.

He picked up the spoon with two fingers, and seemed to be able to feel the soft touch that belonged to the little emperor: "Your wound is not fully healed yet, and the scar will change color if you eat soy sauce."

"But..." the little emperor wronged Bala, and glanced at him and the egg custard, "but it won't taste good if you don't put it in."

"Put more salt and more vinegar." Lin Zhao said solemnly, "This way you won't be able to taste it well."

He Ning's eyes widened. He hadn't expected this kind of operation at all. Seeing that General Lin was about to stand up, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and said in a resigned compromise, "Let's forget it."

He baldly glanced at General Lin who shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and muttered, "Anyway, Auntie Zhang is good at cooking, so it's delicious even without soy sauce." It seemed that after self-hypnosis, soy sauce really wasn't needed.

Lin Zhao stroked his hair: "Well, you're so good, it's delicious." He stared at He Ning's lips, licked the dry corners of his lips, and even swallowed hungrily.

"Want to eat?" He Ning felt the movement of swallowing on the top of his head, and the bowl protruded a little bit. After getting General Lin's nod in response, he scooped up a spoonful of custard with juice and passed it over. Her lips were retracted suddenly, she bit the spoon, and smiled vaguely with the corners of her eyes bent, "Ha, I just won't let you eat, mine and mine are all mine."

As soon as the spoon touched his mouth, Lin Zhao's throat tightened: "It's so delicious at the Lantern Festival, are you sure you don't want to save some food for later?"

"But you just said you can't eat those messy things." He Ning looked at him suspiciously with the slyness after the prank still flashing in his eyes.

Lin Zhao spread his hands: "Today is an exception."

"Why?" He Ning suddenly became interested, moved over excitedly, and looked at General Lin expectantly with sparkling eyes, "Exception, why, is there anything special about the lantern?"

"Well, it's very special." He pinched the little emperor's face, "Today is a special day, and I will buy you whatever you want."

"Ah, that's great." Before General Lin could react, a soft and sweet weight fell into his arms without warning.

He looked down and saw the little emperor blinking his eyes and smiling at himself, and leaned his face up and sipped lightly on his chin.

"I'll eat it for you, I'll eat it all for you." He Ning nestled in his arms, holding a bowl and looking at him eagerly.

Lin Zhao's breathing was a little unsteady, and he turned his face to look elsewhere: "I suddenly found that I don't want to eat."

"Come on, General Lin, it's really delicious." With his hands occupied, the little emperor twisted his body and rubbed his butt against General Lin's thigh, "Didn't you want to eat just now?"

General Lin was annoyed by his rubbing. He wanted to stand up but couldn't bear to be limp. He turned his head sullenly: "I won't eat."

"Don't." He Ning was a little anxious, reaching out to touch his face.

He leaned forward slightly, almost hanging on Lin Zhao's body. He tilted his head and thought for a while, carefully took a spoonful, looked at Lin Zhao, and slowly brought it to his mouth.

Lin Zhao's heart melted at the sight of his soft eyes, and he opened his mouth with a stern face.

Seeing his loose attitude, He Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and even tried his best to feed him. His slender and thin wrist kept dangling in front of Lin Zhao's eyes, his skin was white and shiny, and he ate a bowl of egg custard. His heart was full of fire, but the bottom of the bowl was empty. When he heard the sound of the bowl being put down, Lin Zhao felt a little lost again.

But I didn't expect that after He Ning coaxed General Lin, he didn't use him to get off him. Instead, he rubbed his head in his arms and smiled: "General Lin is so kind. Let's hang out together, general."

Lin Zhao's naturally hanging hand hesitated and finally placed it on the little emperor's head, rubbed his fluffy hair, and murmured, "I'm looking forward to it too."

The system is unknown, so: "What kind of riddles are you two playing, what's so special about today? You're not that obsessed with food, are you? If there's anything to look forward to, it's not like the General's Mansion can't afford it."

He Ning raised his head and rubbed his cheek against Lin Zhao's solid pectoralis major: "I don't know what the general means, but I'm really looking forward to tonight."

The system suddenly became vigilant: "Fuck, you don't want to take the opportunity to escape, do you? You're crazy, and the one who went out with you was General, General Lin. If you are caught, you will feel better!"

He Ning had no choice but to roll his eyes: "How come, I'm not stupid."

The system didn't believe it, and asked cautiously, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I won't tell you." He Ning giggled, hugged General Lin's waist but did not let go, and buried his face in front of Lin Zhao's belly to cover his slightly naughty smile.

The system felt cold all over, and always felt that the little emperor still had something to hide from him!