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The person who came was naturally ink-sealed. He was dressed in a black brocade robe with dark patterns painted in gold and trimmed with a jade belt around his waist. Ignore his natural superior momentum.

In front of the desk, a pair of deep and dark eyes were firmly locked on Ji Ziyang, with a condescending posture to take a panoramic view of everything, and her thin lips parted lightly: "During the day, the princess said that she misses the king, and the king came to see it."

"You... who misses you!" Ji Ziyang was embarrassed for a moment, his cheeks flushed with blood, he was just playing with Xuehe, thinking that Xuehe would definitely not be able to say it, so he It doesn't matter if you talk nonsense.

As soon as he thought about it, he knew that Ah Liu must have made a small report behind his back. Thinking of his nonsense, he panicked and said indiscriminately: "Don't come here! I didn't take the wrong medicine today!"

What is embarrassment, this is embarrassment, he can't wait to slap himself.

Ji Ziyang's panic-stricken appearance, as if facing an enemy, turned into a kitten with fried fur in Ran Mofeng's eyes, which was very interesting. A smile flashed across his eyes, and he picked up the paper on the table, Said: "This king just came to see what you drew in the study."

"Woman?" Ran Mo Feng held the drawings, only paying attention to the gender of the characters on the drawings, and his voice sank suddenly.

"What woman, I drew clothes! You...don't make a mistake!" Ji Ziyang jumped up to retort, but he didn't realize that he was actually explaining more.

"Really..." The figure of the woman in gorgeous costumes is slim and lifelike, and they all have the same face. To be honest, Ji Ziyang's paintings are really good.

"Why not!"

"Then who is this woman?" Ran Mofeng asked, approaching her step by step.

Ji Ziyang was a little flustered. He backed up and bumped into the armrest of the chair. He was pulled back by the tall man in front of him, and bumped into a warm and firm embrace. Do you have to change a face to paint a piece of clothing?"

"really?"

"Really, it's more real than real gold." A hand had already wrapped his arms around him, and there was no way to retreat.

After finishing speaking, he turned around, and before he could cry out in surprise, he was hugged and sat in the chair just now, but it wasn't him who sat in the chair, but he sat on Mo Feng's lap.

Between the mouth, nose and breath, there is the breath of the other party. Just now, he was afraid of falling, and his hands were tightly grasping the other party's clothes, but now he is in the posture of snuggling in the other party's arms.

Ji Ziyang started to yell again in his heart, Mo Feng is a shameless bastard, but he couldn't restrain his heart beating wildly. That feeling wasn't fear, what happened to him?

Luan'er just came in with food, just raised his head, then lowered it in a panic, arranged the dishes and chopsticks swiftly, and retreated again, closing the door of the study.

Suddenly he felt embarrassed, he was bumped into such an ambiguous scene, his face was flushed immediately, but his jaw was pinched, forcing him to look directly.

"Yang'er is shy?" There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Ran Mofeng's lips, which seemed to be narrowed.

Ji Ziyang fell into his arms and was imprisoned again. Being teased like this made him even more annoyed. His eyes widened and he wanted to bite him, but Mofeng's eyes were like a deep lake, reflecting his Look and expression at the moment.

He has never seen himself like this before, he looks like a big girl, he is ashamed to speak, this...is it him?He opened his mouth to defend himself, but couldn't say anything.

"Dinner first." But Mo Feng stopped teasing him.

"I haven't finished the painting yet." Ji Ziyang protested. The painting was interrupted in the middle, and he might not be inspired later. He wanted to work hard and finish it quickly.

"If you don't eat, don't even think about using this king's study." His tone was firm, there was no doubt about it, the small body in his arms was not much flesh, and it was very light to sit on his lap, which he was very dissatisfied with.

Ji Ziyang was still a little reluctant, but an exquisite porcelain bowl had already been handed to him. He was in the midst of blessings and didn't know his blessings. He was the first one who could let a dignified generation of princes personally serve him bowls and vegetables.

Such a scene, if those subordinates of the King of Zhenbei saw it, they would probably be shocked to drop their jaws. Their high-ranking princes, who usually make people frightened by their words, would coax a man to eat like this, or So soft-spoken.

Simply incredible.

"My lord, how can I eat like this?" Ji Ziyang took a full bowl of rice, the rice grains were covered with vegetables, piled up like a hill, and he blushed suddenly: "Please let me go first, my lord?"

The other party raised his eyebrows, obviously refusing: "You can only paint when it's used up."

Ji Ziyang was angry, how can there be such an unreasonable person, so he picked up the chopsticks on one side and ate voraciously, just wanting to eat quickly and let the other party let him go first, so his mouth was full and bulging after a few bites Yes, it looks very cute.

"Don't worry, eat slowly." Mo Feng's eyes were gentle, and his finger gently brushed the corner of the other's mouth, wiping off some vegetable stains, and said: "What do you usually like to eat, tell Butler Li to let the kitchen prepare it for you , Eat more on weekdays, it’s not good for a man to be too thin.”

Ji Ziyang froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the man beside him, his round eyes were somewhat dazed and unknown emotions were rising.

Is this caring about him?

When he was very young, his parents divorced and went their separate ways, so he was thrown to those relatives, who treated him coldly. Later, when he went to the street, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and his uncle walked away with him. scattered.

Only then did he fall to the point where he was picked up and trained to become a killer.

And during that time, no one cared whether he was full or not, and whether he ate well. He only knew that he had to complete the high-intensity cold-blooded training on time every day, and his life was hovering on the edge of life and death every day. It is life.

Until he later excelled, had his own private residence, and made money, it didn't matter even if he went home cold every day, he got used to it, and he didn't care whether anyone cared about him.

"What's wrong? Doesn't suit your taste?" Seeing that he was yelling for food but not swallowing it, he asked.

Hearing the question, he came back to his senses, interrupted those thoughts, and said: "No, the food in the palace is exquisite and delicious, very good." Blood river sparring." There seemed to be a warning.

"Why?" Ji Ziyang was puzzled.

"My king is afraid that he will hurt you by mistake." How could he not know how capable Xuehe is, but he has very few people in the heavenly court: "That day, you were just lucky." He has to take good care of his kitten is.

Ji Ziyang didn't take it seriously, but his heart warmed up.

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Dear little cuties!You read that right, Wenwen is indeed going to be on the shelves. It is really difficult for me to give testimonials on the shelves. I feel that I have a lot to say, but I don’t know how to say it.

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