The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

“Oops!” The cold night slapped my head, hurriedly, “how could I forget the first thing! Your Highness, Miss Muang is awake and has returned to the courtyard next door. ”

“What?!” The emperor stood up violently and gazed at the cold night. "Why didn't you stop her? ”

“No, it's not!” I can't care less about the cold nights, even continuously. “Miss Muang said, in order to thank Your Majesty for your help, I personally cooked and prepared dinner for you. It is now time for dinner, Your Majesty, do you see...”

“I'll treat you when Benjun returns!!” The emperor drank the next sentence and instantly disappeared.

Such an important thing, I can't believe I just said it now!

Leave a cold night and bitter face, watch the emperor disappear behind, silent mourning.

It's better to fix the Immortal Continent. It's horrible to play the Wu Continent. Let him go back!

Whoo-hoo!

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In the evening, the sun was still burning.

The courtyard behind Junjie's drugstore was quiet, and there were no half-persons.

But in one of the cabins, a candle fire had been lit, and the candlelight shook, reflecting the masterful figure.

The emperor set his mind and pushed the door in.

There was a round table and drinks in the house, and a young girl with a slight twist on the strings.

The moment I saw Muang, the emperor poured in a breath of cool air, followed by a slightly disturbed heartbeat and breathing.

Weekday dresses are meant to make you look mature.

But this evening, she seemed to have just taken a bath.

With a soft inky hair behind her, the dusty moisture lining her beautiful face became dusty.

It's like the valley of the unseen, and the surviving world is independent, but with a weakness that people yearn to care for, and a flair that they yearn to capture.

And all she had was a white dress.

The waist is fastened with a tonal belt to reveal a sharp grip in the waist, such as a weak willow wind.

The delicate clavicle slightly revealed on the flap, along with the white to near-clear ice muscles, dries the tongue off the mouth of the emperor. A stream of heat pours wildly down the body.

When he heard the door open, Mu 'an raised his curtains and his eyes were clearly extinguished under the candle fire. “Finally, Your Majesty? ”

The emperor stepped forward and the negligence had come to her.

There is no wind closing the door behind you.

Two people look up, one looks down, and their gaze is staggered, as if there were some strange flames burning.

“I told you, call me by my name!” The emperor spoke, but this is the sentence.

That stubborn tone, and childish perseverance, made Muay couldn't help but want to laugh.

“Well, emperor. Aren't you here for dinner? Wouldn't you like to see the meal I prepared for you? ”

The emperor snapped his lips and said, "I'd rather eat you!"

But Mu Yan actually said that he had prepared the meal for her personally, and naturally he could not fail.

There is a round table in the room with seven or eight dishes on top of the drinks.

Every dish is covered with a porcelain bowl.

Next to the porcelain lid, there is hidden heat, obviously just prepared, as Muay said.

But when the emperor lifted the lid of the bowl,

Forgiveness is the cold face of His Majesty the King. This is a time for foolishness.

It's not a delicious dish with lots of colours, it's a black paint, a pile of scorching, unknown objects.

The scariest part is that the juice flowing at the bottom of the dish is still scary ink green.

One bowl cap after another was unveiled.

None of the food in it is visible.