The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

He glanced at her and saw her pale and sweaty face, which made him feel faint.

She held her hand tight and frowned for a moment.

“Nantong."

His tone was inadvertently harsher.

Your Highness.

Nan Tang, who stood at the door, walked in and was called over before he had the courtesy.

“Come and see."

When Nantang looked up and saw a woman fall in His Highness's arms, he was shocked.

He hurried over. When he was heading north, Nantong had studied medicine.

He gave Su Smoke a pulse. After a long time, he made a noise.

“Your Highness, everything is normal from the pulse up, nothing serious, just the body is weak. ”

“Why faint? ”

South Tang replied respectfully.

“Happy, hungry. ”

At this time, Su Smoke also slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were moist and her gaze was on the bag of sugar after sweeping Nantong and Xuanxuan forever.

Xuanxuan watches her wake up, gauge, breathe with a tone of laughter or ridicule.

“I've never seen a chick who can faint from hunger. Today, it's a long time ago. ”

When he said it, Nanton next to him looked at himself as if he had nothing to do with it and consciously retreated.

Su Yan, stand up. Soft voice.

“The slave withdrew first and sent Chunhua in to serve. ”

Lift your legs and leave.

“Stop."

Slow sounds coming out.

Su Smoke stopped, the whole hungry people were grumpy, nothing spiritual.

Xuanxuan looked at her wind as if it was about to fall, and her eyes flashed with darkness.

Little flower squeak, just now I thought the male lead was so heartbreaking and fragile, now I feel, hum, bad guy.

Just listen to him.

“The palace lacks a tasting dish, you come. ”

Su Yan looked up.

“Hmm?”

She walked back unconsciously.

Watching her listen to the dishes, her eyes flashed brightly and she looked quite well.

He had his lips hooked and his eyes drooled.

Sit down.

Su Yan listened at this time. She said to sit down. She didn't even resign. She pulled the chair and sat down.

Then look at the delicate dishes at this table.

Ask nicely.

“Which dish would Your Highness like? ”

“The palace doesn't have much appetite. You can eat whatever appetite you want. ”

Su Yan respectfully sandwiched the nearest dish.

Eat in your mouth, chew carefully, swallow.

Heads up. Seriously.

“No poison."

Then he picked up the chopsticks next to him and gave them to Xuanxuan forever. At this time, he lifted the chopsticks and took a taste of them.

Save the Su Cigarette cabbage.

His eyes drooped low and his lips slowed.

“Continue”

Su Smoke turned to another dish. After the scent, she ate the dish all over the table.

There is also a white bun and a bowl of silver-eared swallow nest porridge.

Su smoke itself is thin and can't eat much.

I'm so hungry, I ate so much, I ate so much.

She put down her chopsticks and, after eating them, her face looked less miserable and she was wearing a red spot of fainting.

Eyes of the Spirit, like... not as stubborn as just now.

Xuanxuan thought in silence for a while.

Su Yan stood up and put the tea pot in front of him.

“Your Highness, please.”

His eyes sparkled, smiling and not smiling.

It's different when you're full. Your brain is brighter than it was just there.