The Royal Princess Fox

Ye Xingyu's face sank, and his whole body exuded a faint sense of oppression, and his voice was low and said: "Yes, it is useless for this prince to want you as a disobedient slave. Now knowing that the rebellion is coming? How can this prince believe you? Innocence?"

Ye Xingyu yawned lazily: "Forget it, this prince still doesn't want your disobedient and innocent slave. Pack your things as soon as possible and leave tomorrow!"

Menghui grinds his teeth secretly, what a second prince, you really hit me with her.

This time he was going to catch her and blow her up severely.

A little sullenly, he turned his head and said in a dull voice: "Menghui dare not, Meng replied that it is the second prince."

Always threatened to drive her away, but she was fooled every time and had to be fooled.

Ye Xingyu looked at the embarrassed dream-back with his angry face, very proud, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He likes dreaming back to the look of being anxious by him.

His face was slightly flushed, and a delicate face was a bit more beautiful than a woman. If he was dressed as a woman, he would definitely be a beautiful beauty! The title of No. 1 Beauty in the World would definitely fall on him, and even his two concubines would be thrown away by him.

Ye Xingyu was taken aback by the thoughts in his heart. How could he think of his dream as a woman? People just look a little more feminine, and talk a little bit more, but aren't all eunuchs like this? Compared with other eunuchs, Menghui is the most pleasing to his eyes. Well, the voice is better than other eunuchs. Other eunuchs speak harshly, sounding like male ducks. But listening to Menghui's words made him feel particularly pleasing to the eye.

Ye Xingyu coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment: "Well, it's okay not to dare."

But then he regretted making Menghui cook for him himself.

because……

The dream returned quickly and asked the court ladies to prepare a few dishes for Ye Xingyu that looked good.

It really seemed like that, and it was almost the same as the palace chef.

Standing anxiously in his heart, he watched Ye Xingyu pick up his chopsticks and grab a piece of tender meat.

Before putting it in his mouth, Ye Xingyu put it down again.

Dreaming back to Ye Xingyu nervously, he couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Second prince, how is it?"

This was taught to her by the old chef in the palace she invited. Although she hasn't tasted it yet, looking at the color and fragrance of these dishes, they must be good.

Thinking of this, I felt a little frustrated. My elder brother had never eaten the food she made by himself, but was preempted by the second prince. He was not his own.

Ye Xingyu looked towards Menghui with a smile, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure these can be eaten?"

Menghui just wanted to nod, then shook his head: "Menghui hasn't tasted it, so I don't know yet."

Ye Xingyu picked up the chopsticks and put a little bit into his mouth, his face changed suddenly, and the chopsticks stiffened in his hands.

Seeing Ye Xingyu's expression in the dream, he secretly sighed that it was not good, wouldn't it be too bad? After all, it was her first time cooking and she had no experience.

Who knew that Ye Xingyu returned to normal soon, he actually ate it, and smiled gently and praised: "Menghui did a good job, and said that he can't do it, you are too modest."

Menghui slowly lowered the hand holding his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine for the second prince to like it, but Menghui is afraid that the second prince will not like it."

Ye Xingyu's eyes flashed a hint of joking, and he said generously and seemingly: "This prince thinks that you are cooking for the prince this time, and he will reward you with all this big table dish. I must give it to you. After you finish eating, this prince will let you supervise you!"

Dreaming back, he looked up at Ye Xingyu puzzledly: "Second prince, since it's good, why doesn't the second prince eat more?"

What the **** is he doing?

It was not that she was suspicious, but that she was planted on Ye Xingyu too much.

Ye Xingyu stretched lazily, and stood up lazily: "This prince is not hungry today, so go and rest first. Remember to wake up this prince in the middle of the night, and you can enjoy it here! "

Then he shouted out loudly: "Sound and painting, wait for Father Meng to finish this big table of dishes."

"Yes." As a female voice remembered in a crisp and blunt voice, a delicate palace lady dressed in a light red palace dress slowly walked over and stood quietly beside Menghui.

Dreaming back to cry without tears.

Which one did the second prince do? Is she still hungry now?

...

Seeing Ye Xingyu's moody back, Menghui was even more puzzled. Sitting in the seat where Ye Xingyu had just left, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and scanned a dozen dishes of his own dishes on the table, and thought of Ye Xingyu. Will you be so nice to her suddenly?

There must be adultery in this. Is the food she cooks terrible, so Ye Xingyu deliberately tortured her and let her finish it? But the look on his face just now doesn't look awful! Also praise her comer.

If she didn’t eat, Ye Xingyu would definitely think of other ways to deal with her. After thinking about it for a moment, she dreamed about it and decided to try it. Maybe it’s delicious. Just picking up a little bit and putting it in her mouth, her face changed suddenly and she immediately bent over. Spit it out, it was so bitter, it was a hundred times more bitter than that of Huanglian. Who can tell her what she put in?

When he had enough vomiting, he stood up weakly, and looked at the big table in front of him with a sad face, looking at the delicious food.

Seeing Menghui's motionless appearance, the audio and video had a stern face, and he said solemnly: "Mengfu, the second prince let the slaves and maidservants supervise the father-in-law to eat all of these, the father-in-law should continue!"

Menghui smiled forcefully, and turned around to discuss with the sound and painting: "Good sound and painting, you can forgive me, who knows that these foods are so unpalatable? I can't swallow it!"

The sound and picture glanced back at his good-looking dreams, his eyes turned, without any hesitation, and his face was righteous: "No, the slave must watch Father Meng eat them all by himself."

Meng Hui shook her hand and almost threw away the chopsticks. She followed the old chef’s practice. She had a good grasp of time and heat. However, she could not tell which cooking materials were used for what they were used for. According to her feelings, she put a few indiscriminately, but in fact she had no idea what she put.

This dish is already unpalatably the best, what's left?

She can imagine how "beautiful" the taste will be.

Gritting his teeth secretly, this Ye Xingyu is really too much.

He picked up the chopsticks shivering, and vomited out before even eating.

It's not unpalatable in general, pig food is much better than this.

Either it's salty like eating salt, or it's spicy like burning someone, or it's light like drinking boiled water, which is the best...

Oh my God, why not kill her?

After taking a few bites, the bitter-faced Menghui couldn't help it anymore, and he threw the chopsticks on the table and quickly stood up.

The sound and picture that was watching the good show were taken aback. Just about to stop, I felt dizzy on my head and fell back softly.

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