Poison Genius Consort

Neither Long Fei Night nor Han Yen Xiao had returned to the sleeping palace, and Xiao Ruier slept in the arms of her mother.

For the whole pit motherfucker, Han Yen Xiao has no choice! When did she lose her last life???

Didn't expect to end up being broken by his own son's undefeated record and lost to his own husband.

Is that destined?

Reyer settled well, Han Yunxiao lazily stretched out her lower back, was about to change clothes, but Dragon pulled her over at night, wrapped her waist and let her sit on her thigh.

“Tired?” The dragon does not ask at night.

“I'm not tired, I'm pretty happy tonight, I'm just missing the red envelopes. ”

Han Yunxi pulled the dragon's non-night hand, lowered his head and played with his fingers clearly, long and beautiful fingers.

She has prepared Sister Zhao well and has identified all those who want to carry the black pot. Who knows, those ladies seem to be frightened by what happened to Baileys, but they didn't make a move.

However, Mu Linger would end up donating a red envelope, which was surprising to her. Mu Linger did not know about the empty red envelope, Han Yen Xiao thought about it, it should be Nanny Zhao who taught Mu Linger to do so, said so.

Sister Zhao, this fine old palace lady, is perfect for dealing with those ladies.

Dragon was not interested in the red envelope at night. He buried his head on Han Yunxi's shoulder socket and asked, “Are you hungry? ”

As soon as the words came out, Han Yunxiao stopped.

“No… not hungry. ”

However, just after answering, my stomach was not particularly angry and grunted. Even though she had a late night snack, it was a small snack, and she didn't eat much.

Dragon held her tighter at night, almost on her ear, and said perplexibly, "If you don't admit it on your mouth, your stomach is honest. ”

Han Yunxi hastily said, "It's too late to eat, you'll get fat. ”

Dragon touched her abdomen at night, squeezed her arm again before holding her again, lightly said, "It's fat. ”

“You!” Han Yen Xiaoqi knot, but pushed him away, “so I can't eat anymore. ”

“Not in the way, I'm fat...”

Before the end of the dragon's non-night words, Han Yunxiao first rebutted, “You like it, I don't like it! ”

He must have said, fat as he liked it.

Which man is not so flirtatious, fat is not himself. Besides, fat and thin first have to like to never be.

Dragon did not look at her at night, quite seriously said, “I don't like it either. After eating, you will not get fat if you move around with it. ”

Dragon night, you bastard!

Han Yen Xixi shouted in his heart, trying to break open, but unable to move.

“I'm going to sleep with Ryer!” She said righteously.

The dragon was very happy to let her go at night. "Shh. I'll go get the noodles. Soon. ”

Han Yunxi buried his head in the mattress and watched the dragon go out at night without tears. She bet if Dragon can cook in the middle of the night, she can go to heaven!

After the dragon left at night, Han Yen Xiao hesitated for a long time and finally snuck off to the fire room.

When she got to the fire room, she saw all the slaves in the fire room woke up, all standing outside, one word in a row, listening at the same time, whispering.

As soon as he saw Han Yen Xiao come, everyone knelt down to pay their respects. Han Yen Xiao hurriedly made a silent gesture to keep them all still and quiet.

The slaves have calmed down, but their hearts are confused!

First, I don't understand how the Emperor came to the fire room in the middle of the night, and drove them all out.

Second, I don't understand the silence of the night, the Queen's Empress also came, and they are not allowed to make a sound.

Han Yen Xiao carefully walked to the window, she did not dare to get too close, afraid that the dragon would not be found at night.

Through the window, the dragon was standing in front of the stove at night, his hands were untouched and his eyebrows locked tightly. And there's nothing swinging over the stove.

Han Yen Xiao almost wanted to go out. Turns out, there will be no time for this man!

Half a day, the dragon finally made a noise, “Somebody! ”

The chef's head rushed in, “Slaves are here! ”

Long Fei Night asked what Han Yunxiao would never forget in his life, and he said, "Where's the noodle? ”

Luckily, Han Yen Xiao covered her mouth in time and ran away. Otherwise, she would surely laugh to shock the dragon into the night.

So obsessed to come down to her, I can't find her face!

Of course you have to throw out the noodles!

Doesn't this guy understand?

Well, Han Yen Xiao doesn't really understand either. When she was down there, the people below helped. This dynasty food is insured for a short period of time, and noodles are, of course, made now.

I don't know where that cook's head came from. I can't help but laugh and answer very seriously, "Your Majesty, the face in the fire room has been used up today. Slaves will soon fall. ”

“Mmm.” said the dragon coldly.

So, the chef's head and feet rolled up, and the dragon did not come around the night fire room to find a pile of ingredients. Apart from the eggs and a few old hens locked in the cage, no other ingredients were found available.

“Nothing else?” He asked again.

“Your Majesty, in order to ensure that the ingredients are fresh, all the ingredients in the fire room arrived that morning. Now... Not yet, not yet.” The chef's head answered honestly.

Dragon didn't hesitate at night, "Go kill a chicken. ”

The cook immediately asks someone to kill the chicken and bears the noodles. Half an hour later, the noodles and the old hens were in front of the dragons.

Dragon waved at the cook's head at night, "Get out. ”

Han Yunxi has returned to the window, looking at the pile of noodles and the naked old hen, a face of suspicion. Is Dragon planning on stewing chicken soup late at night and bringing it down? Does he know how to cook chicken soup for half a day?

The dragon didn't really know, he looked at the ingredients in front of him and fell into contemplation again. After much thought, he finally thought about it.

At this point, he found that the fire in the stove had been extinguished.

Han Yunxiao laughed, she wanted to see how the dragon made fire at night. Who knows, the dragon didn't reach in at night, lucky enough to easily fire firewood.

He started putting water in the large pot, using the time he waited for the water to burn, drawing the knife from the side and starting to treat the old hens.

In that order, Han Yen Xiao still agreed, and she nodded. Dragon held the knife at night, chopped it and broke the old hen.

Sure enough, people who know martial arts can cook without any effort! Han Yen Xiao is still very well recognized and thinks the dragon is excellent at taking knives at night.

After the water burned off, the dragon told me that the chicken nuggets were thrown in the water and cooked. Lean aside and watch your arms wrap around your chest.

It has to be said that this man, handsome to the lower kitchen, is overbearing and noble.

Han Yunxi couldn't help but look at him a few more times and turn around and leave.

She thought, let him wait. Anyway, let him cook the chicken thoroughly, at least until dawn. She was just getting some sleep.

Han Yunxiao left so relieved, but didn't know. Shortly after she left, the dragon put a pile of noodles in a large pot and stewed them with the chicken.

He waited for a while and couldn't smell the smell of the chicken stew coming out, so he started working his way into the stove to help the fire burn. The fire made him fall back on his own, a little unbearable.

The more the fire burns, the more powerful the soup boils, while the dragon boils the chicken soup at night, beating an egg down. It won't be long before the chicken soup comes out.

The dragon was satisfied at night, but when he opened the lid, he was shocked. Because, not only did he not see the noodles, he did not see the chicken, not to mention the eggs, all of which were glued together, like porridge.

“Too much fire?” The dragon mocked himself at night.

Though nothing was sold, he was satisfied with the flavor, and he personally served a bowl and said to the chef's head before leaving, "The rest of the noodles have been given to you. ”

The head of the chef was incredibly surprised and led to kneeling down to Shane.

You know how honorable it is to be able to eat something made by the Emperor himself! Forget the chef's head, it's the slaves behind him all angry and excited.

After the emperor left, they rushed into the fire room in fear, but they didn't find the inside of the fire room except for a pot of thick white paste in a large pot, like a spoon and soup!

“Boss, where's the noodle?” A slave asks curiously.

The chef took a serious look and opened almost all the pots covered in bags, but still didn't see the noodles. He was blind, too.

The other slave just opened his mouth, "Boss, do you have this in the pot? Didn't the Emperor just let you kill chickens? This thing smells like chicken. ”

The chef took a serious look at it. Apart from the taste of chicken, he was stunned to understand what was in the pan. He hesitated again and again, and finally made a decision. “You all wait, I'll ask Nanny Zhao. ”

He has to be cautious about this!

If the face given by the Emperor is not eaten and broken, it is a great sin. And if what's in the pot isn't the face of the emperor, and you eat it, it's a great sin.

Whatever the crime, they can't afford it.

Before the chef's head was far away, she saw Nanny Zhao walking towards the fire room. Sister Zhao came to stew the old hen every day before dawn to make up for Lady Jing.

After the chef's head had gone over the situation, Nanny Zhao looked at the pot of paste and was confused.

“The Emperor just left?” She asked.

“Just walked away, probably hasn't slept yet. Sister Zhao, you have all the little heads! You must help the little ones to find out!” The chef almost knelt down and begged.

Nanny Zhao was mean to outsiders, but she had always been very polite to her own people, and she patted her breasts, “Don't worry, old man, ask now. Your Majesty and Queen Mother bet you didn't sleep so early! ”

When Nanny Zhao went to the sleeping palace, neither Long Non Night nor Han Yen Xiao had slept.

The two were sitting in the outer hall, and Han Yunxiao looked at a bowl of unspecified objects sprayed with incense in front of him and feared. She said, "Dragons are not nights. We agreed it was noodles. What is this? ”

“Just noodles.” The dragon is serious nonnight.

As she was saying, Nanny Zhao came in, and she was surprised, “Oops, Emperor, Empress Queen Mother, it's almost dawn, don't you want to rest? ”

“Sister Zhao, come here and see what it is!” Han Yen Xiaoqi said.