Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Chapter 1835: Wife Lord, I Hurt (17)

Lunch is still vegetarian.

Shenmu Baisheng held the chopsticks unwillingly, and his surroundings gave off an unparalleled smell of grudge.

Mel couldn't help but worry, "Is the Prince not hungry? ”

She glanced up at each other and was very impatient. She was not only having a bad appetite now, she also wanted to dig the tomb of the master of the country.

It's sad to cling a bite, the more white it is, the less flavorful it is.

Why, why is she the only one who eats vegetables in the great royal palace?

Shen Mubai was very angry, “Go and call the men in the backyard! ”

Meyer stunned and thought the king was alone and lonely, so she answered, “Do you want to call them all? ”

Shenmi Baili was upbeat, “Yes, call them all. ”

Don't let go of any of them!

Mel got the order and quickly called someone.

Soon, more than a dozen men walked in, “Your Majesty.”

The makeup was brilliant and the rouge powder cavity made her cough. Several men were fighting to sit on her thighs, and Shenmu white-cryed, “Stop, don't move! ”

“Prince ~” a few men stopped and cringed.

Shen Kibai covered his nose, “Sit down and eat for the king. ”

Men are unwilling to sit down.

Miaoren Ink looked at the men and frowned, "The king thought we were not enough, so he called the whole backyard? ”

Jun Shao Mei was faint and had already sat on the left side of the woman.

Not because he sees the position, but because it's ranked by name.

Ji Shuiyan, while Miao Ren Ink did not pay attention, his face patched on, “Your Highness, the slave family misses you so much, you don't even come to the slave house. ”

He wore a fiery red dress today. He looked gorgeous, except that the glamour and orchid fingers of Shenmu White were still unblessed and disgraced, with a wooden face, “Speak well, the king asked you to accompany the king to dinner today, what a system this is. ”

Miaoren was sullen and stared at Jishui smoke.

Ji Shuiyan revealed a proud look.

Jun Shaomei's voice cleared cold, “Did the king just invite us to dinner today? ”

Faced with him, Shen Mubai wouldn't dare to be too casual. After all, people set it up to sustain it. So he revealed a smile. "People are more lively, and this king hasn't seen you for days. ”

Jun Shao Mei bluntly said, "Didn't the king go to Miao and Yin Brothers these days? ”

The goosebumps on his arm were rubbed dark and white, trying to maintain the human setting, “Aren't you jealous, Shao Mei? ”

Jun Shao Mei Weiwei, no more talking.

Shen Mubai is awkward, you know she doesn't want to fool these men at all.

At this time, a cough came and broke the silence of a moment here.

The teenager was supported by green wood, pale skin, eyebrows as pictures, “wife owner. ”

His voice was clean and clear, combined with his weakness and pity, and the men present were watching.

“Is this Prince Xinna's princess? ”

“Hmm, another little fox. ”

“At first glance we know that it is not the Lord of peace. ”

If Yin Xueyuan did not hear this remark, he simply coughed lightly and went on to give a bowl. "Snow Yuan is late and expects his wife to understand. ”

Shen Mubai forgot this, but the male lead was ill and could not eat meat. She hesitated and said, “Aoki, bring your master here. ”