Charm of a Thousand Moons

"The emperor thinks today's drama can catch your eyes?" Yu Ling asked; Zola asked back with a smile, while taking the tea poured by Qianyue Tianqi, the high-quality wild chrysanthemum can reduce the fire, or does the emperor understand her? Heart.

Qianyue Tianqi didn't open her mouth, but picked up another cup and poured herself a cup: "The drama in the past is good enough." The slightly raised lips also had a bit of elegance, which looked a bit rough at a glance. Divided into the shadow of the Thousand Moon God.

I glanced at that exquisite face, that long hair flowing in gouache, and that pair of smart and indifferent eyes in my mind. He is really a lovely child like an elf.

"Of course you can watch the play, but it's the best way to watch it without being in the play." Yu Ling asked; How could the shining light in Qi's eyes escape her eyes.

God pray, although you are like your father, he is still young after all. His father seems lazy and casual, but you know that once someone violates his game, it will be the price of life.

"Qianyueche is beautiful, isn't she?" Yu Ling said; Zola put down the cup in her hand and got up on the chair, Qianyue Tianqi hurried forward to support him.

Pretty?

Undeniably, Qianyue Tianqi nodded: "It's beautiful."

It is said that knowing a child is better than a mother, but how many people know that the understanding between mother and child is mutual, mother concubine you understand me, and it is the same for you and me.

"It's really beautiful." Yu Ling asked; Zola could even imagine how magnificent Zhang Younen's face would be in another ten years: "It's just a very successful work of art."

Works of art can only be used for appreciation, they are fragile at the first touch, but you don't know who will be hurt when they are broken.

"Don't concubine Mu feel that it is a beautiful process to peel off a perfect piece of art?" Thinking back, it wasn't something he would do.

The dignity of the royal family does not allow it, nor does Qianyue Tianqi's childhood pride.

Yu Ling: Zola's body paused for a moment, but she didn't speak, but her eyes were replaced by deep worry.

Just one glance, Huanger, did your heart change?

But you know that while conquering a work of art, your heart will also fall, and that work of art is not something you can touch.

Five years ago, Yukie Ston Fry was about to pay dearly for what she had done.

Today, five years later, my son, as a mother, how can I let you go on the same path? No matter how perfect things belong to the emperor, they belong to the emperor after all.

"Are you full?" Qian Yueshen looked at the untouched rice in Qian Yue Che's bowl, and felt a little displeased: "Che'er usually eats so little?"

"Father, if you were fed the same things every day, you would get bored. This is what my father ate since I was a child. I almost lost my sense of taste after eating so much." Qian Yueche lazily protested, holding chopsticks to touch Touch the west and poke.

"It turns out that my little guy is disgusted. Don't worry about eating it. I'll eat more later at the banquet. How about I ask someone to prepare some light food from tomorrow?" Qian Yueshen put a piece of boneless fish into Qian Yueshen. Yue Che's mouth.

The maid who was serving on the side couldn't help laughing inwardly when she saw Qianyue God's flattering appearance, she was also surprised that although His Majesty loved His Highness in the past, the tenderness was different from today's.

His Majesty seemed to have some feelings in front of his little Highness that they couldn't see clearly.

"Yeah." Qian Yueche nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "Father was really shocked in the Royal Garden just now, and I didn't think about what to do if that woman was really a vampire. You must know that I was so close to him at that time. It's easy to get hurt."

Sensing a sour smell, Qian Yue Che couldn't help but feel amused: "The fact proves that Che'er was not injured, doesn't it?" The bottomless black eyes contained everything, and Qian Yue Che was taken aback. Just now, He just saw something clearly.

"Are the fundus of the father's eyes ice blue?" With a suspicious tone full of curiosity, his white and tender hands couldn't help stretching out, wanting to caress that layer of color that was as touching as the bottom of the sea.

It's really ice blue.