The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

“Princess. ”

A sudden sound broke the (warm) ambiguity of the moment, the desire in the ink glazed eyes gradually faded, looking at the face of the people beneath, the annoyance, what is wrong with themselves? How could you do something so ridiculous? Not even that sensible...

“Princess?” Outside the door, Yue Yao saw no response in the house, then raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling softly.

“Come in!” Tidy your clothes with ink and sit on the chair, sayin 'softly.

The large dining table is filled with delicate dishes, while there are only two people sitting at the table, one indifferent and one panicking.

Ink leads by breaking the silent atmosphere, "I'm sorry just now. ”

Feng Du Spirit: “…”

Ink: “Eat more. ”

“Mmm.” Feng Du Ling answered a word and stopped talking, just picking up the rice in front of him.

Ink sees the wind and dust spirits only eat rice, and the discomfort in his heart gradually emerges. Can he eat fat like this? He is her food. She has a responsibility to support him. If he loses weight, doesn't she say that her owner is not doing well?

To think of it, the chicken with a few chopsticks in the ink poured goose meat into the bowl of the Dusty Spirit, “Eat more, don't leave it. ”

Watching the dishes in the bowl, the wind and dust spirits were flattered, from a young age to a large age, although he was also a man of the official house, but because of his father's civilian and side chamber, his mother had not always loved herself very much, and his brothers and sisters around him had been bullied casually. Although he could sing a good song, he still could not change his sad fate.

In fact, he was happy to learn that his mother had promised him to the Sixth Princess, because after all, marrying the royal family was the dream of many men.

I didn't want to, but on the day of the matrimony, the ink poured to the ink, and I couldn't help myself. The ink poured my hair into my eyes. In the days of the woodshed, the wind and dust spirits really wanted to commit suicide, but the ink spills put down the harsh words, and if he dares to commit suicide, his family will go down to the dungeon to accompany him.

Others, he could care less, but his father, he wouldn't dare to imagine the father who would take care of him. So he had to live carefully and secretly, leaving the maids to scold themselves, no matter how coerced they might be, to defend their final innocence.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the Dusty Spirit are red, although not crying, the stubbornness makes people feel that it is not much better than crying!

“What are you doing? I didn't mean to, I don't know why I jumped on you, but you don't have to do this, do you?” The ink is a little angry and the tone is even colder. Although it is a little wrong to just knock him over himself, I have already said modesty, what else do you want to do!

She hates men crying the most, men should look like men. If this man cries out in front of her at this time, Ink Tin can't guarantee that he will lift the table and slap him to death!

“No, no, it's not.” Feeling the fury of the ink, the wind and dust are anxious to explain, "I was... touched. ”

Now it's Ink's turn. Surprised, touched? Why is that?

Looking at the bewildered look on Ink's face, the Dusty Spirit smiled softly and the voice swung gently, "Because you touched me, princess. Besides my father, Princess, you're the best person for me. ”

The inky face was bright, a little faint, unnaturally left his face aside, and he thought to himself, if he knew I was feeding him “food”, would he still be moved?

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