Charm of a Thousand Moons

"Che'er...wake up...Che'er..." He vaguely heard Qianyue God's soft calling, and slowly opened his confused eyes, apparently still confused about the situation.

"Royal father." The voice carried a clear and coquettish taste, and she looked at the man in black in front of her.

Qianyue Shen bent down and pinched Qian Yueche's little nose: "If you don't get up again, you will be hungry in the middle of the night." With a deep voice full of pampering, he looked into Qian Yueche's eyes Bottomless.

Qian Yueche was lying flat on the gorgeous dragon bed, covered with a light yellow quilt, and on the quilt was a lifelike golden dragon pattern.

Stretching out a small hand from inside the quilt, he picked Qian Yueshen's long black hair, grabbed some of it and put it next to his nose to smell: "It's the smell of my father."

There was a hint of a smile in the mellow voice, the ice-gold eyes shone with a charming light, and the demeanor she inadvertently revealed was a little charming and a little coquettish.

Qian Yueshen's eyes became complicated and deep even after seeing countless beauties.

This little guy is sure to confuse more people when he grows up.

"Father's body smells like Che'er." Qian Yueshen lifted the quilt and wrapped the little guy in the quilt with a blanket, and then carried him out of the bedroom.

One is peerless with arrogance, the other is enchanting with laziness, but the atmosphere of the two together is unusually harmonious.

He is not greedy for his supremacy, nor is he greedy for his all-powerful appearance. The two of them are just acquainted with each other simply because they have found each other.

He likes that the little guy is lonely and unfeeling in his soul.

He liked the gentleness and coldness of this man who was deliberately hidden.

Maybe they met the right person at the right time, so they will be happy for a lifetime.

"That's right, the father is Che'er's father, so the father must have the smell of Che'er." Qian Yueche announced his ownership domineeringly, while using his small mouth that was almost drooling. Kissing Qianyue God's neck.

When Qian Yueche's snow-white skin left his marks, her small eyes were full of pride and pride, but she never thought that this would undoubtedly be a kind of torture for a man with a normal body and mind.

Qian Yueshen is also very indulgent and happy about the little guy's waywardness and overbearing. He likes to pamper and let him like this, so that his little guy can be more willful and arrogant.

Because every expression of his made him fascinated like this.

When the two of them sat down at the dining table, the maids quickly served dinner under the richness of Nuojie. They said it was dinner, but in fact it was almost supper.

"What time is it now?" Qian Yueche sat on Qian Yueshen's lap, looking at the darkness outside, and asked involuntarily.

"It's already Xu time (from 19:21 to [-]:[-] Beijing time), Your Highness." Nuo Jie picked up a small bowl and poured a bowl of ginseng soup for Qian Yueche.

"Xu time?" Qian Yue Che turned to look at Qian Yueshen: "It's so late, why didn't Father wake me up earlier?" There was a bit of complaint in his tone.

Qian Yueshen raised his eyebrows, this little guy actually complained about him, and he didn't think about who he was enduring his hunger until now, just to enjoy dinner with him.

"Father doesn't know that eating at night is extremely difficult to digest." He didn't want to become a consumption pig at such a young age.

"So it's because I'm afraid of losing my figure." Qian Yueshen immediately understood, this little guy is only five years old and he loves beauty so much, what's so interesting about a five-year-old figure.

Qian Yueche picked up a spoon, took a mouthful and put it in his mouth, saying that it was ginseng soup but it didn't have the bitterness of ginseng, and he could drink fresh and tender chicken juice, which was light, salty and very clear.

"Like to drink?" Looking at his satisfied expression, Qian Yueshen knew that this dish was to his appetite.

The little guy has a partial eclipse and hates meat dishes, and he is afraid that the little guy will suffer from malnutrition, which took him a lot of thought.

"Well, it tastes good. Che'er's future meals will be handed over to him. What do you think, father?" He picked up a small bowl and drank up a bowl of soup, and asked Nuo Jie to fill another bowl.

"Tell the imperial chef." Qian Yueshen said to Nuojie.

After a while, a relatively thin imperial chef came in: "See Your Majesty, join your Highness."

Ordinary and ordinary is Qian Yueche's first impression of this person: "Come closer, raise your head and let the main hall have a look." The door is so far away from the dining table, he can see clearly where Xu is.

"Yes." The imperial cook walked to the dining table, bent his body and raised his head, but lowered it quickly, as if a little timid. According to legend, the little highness has a face that is more beautiful than an elf.

He has never seen elves, but the beauty of all elves is the most beautiful among all races.

Although it was a glimpse just now, he did indeed see clearly the pink and delicate face of the little highness, and it was as beautiful as in the legend.

"Stand up straight, the cook of this hall doesn't have to be so timid, or do you think this hall is not worthy for you to open your eyes?" The unhurried voice suddenly became deserted, and the imperial cook quickly straightened up. waist, looked up at Qian Yueche.

"No... no, this servant dare not peek at your little Highness's holy face." His voice was a little trembling, but he persisted with all his strength, for fear that Qian Yueche would drag him out and chop him up if he got upset.

Director Nuo just gave a lecture, the words of His Highness are imperial decrees, which cannot be resisted or resisted.

"What's your name?" Qian Yueche asked while drinking the soup.

"Return to Your Majesty, the slave's father's family name is Huijue, and his name is Lerot." Lerot replied honestly.

On the contrary, Nuo Jie cried out when he heard Lielot's words: "The memory, is it the memory of the family of the God of Cookery in that generation?"