The two were very close, Zhou Wudi deliberately flanked his side and pulled in a lot of distance. The white mist that exited between his mouth and nose spread in the air and then wrapped around him.
Monsanto Elm is too focused by the man, too deeply eyed some hairs, naturally leaning against the back of the chair, trying to exit this breathing entanglement.
“I'd like some mushroom chicken congee and some jade chips.” Zhou Wudi put his hands on her knees and pinched the tender flesh on her legs. His attitude was natural and intimate, as if they had been together a thousand times.
“Ah?” Monsanto Elm first stunned, then reacted, scooped a spoon of chicken congee, served with a piece of jade, and sent to the man's mouth. Seeing the man's eyes, he enjoyed his expression and was very happy. She searched carefully on the man's handsome face and tried to find a glimmer of flaw that would prove his identity.
Sometimes it's hard to measure, sometimes it's intimate with nature, and she's going to be confused by this man.
“I'll eat it, leave it.” Zhou Wudi waved his hand, his mouth hung with a full smile. Even the daily food is unpleasant, sleepless, and after seeing the mulberry elm, it does not heal itself.
Monsanto Elm put down the bowl of chopsticks and prepare to rinse his mouth.
“No, I'll do it myself. You haven't used breakfast yet, have some.” Zhou Wudi pressed down on her wrist and couldn't speak softly. She made Mengsang Elm's scalp feel numb for a while. Really? Her heart grew closer to the latter.
“Your favorite red date rice congee,” the man pushed a bowl of congee in front of her, then picked up the silver chopsticks and put a little bit of the meal on the table in a lady's plate, “your favorite fresh soup bag, silver rolls, emerald egg sauce. Have some. ”
Yeah, it's all his favorite food, but how would he know? This man is either a fake or possessed by a monster! Monsanto Elm picked up the chopsticks and ate them under the keen eye of a man, and he thought in a trance.
Eating, the man suddenly leaned closer to her, the burning smell almost burned her cheek, some kind of deterrent emotion in the dark eyes, made her stiff. After three years in the palace, she had never sat like a needle felt and couldn't help herself.
“Your Majesty, what is it?” She ripped her lips open and smiled stiffly.
“The corner of the mouth is covered with pastry chips.” Zhou Wudi smiled heavily, reaching over her mouth corner, and his rough fingertips used a little force, as if he was carrying some. He wanted to lick it directly with his tongue, but he waited for it to get closer and saw the guard and alienation in her eyes before realizing that he was no longer Po and that his enthusiasm to accept it without reservation no longer belonged to him.
“Ah, the concubine has lost her ritual. Thank you, Your Majesty.” Monsanto Elm caressed the corner of his mouth and erased the man's breath from the top, his cheeks spreading just a tiny flush, only slightly lower in his eyes.
Seeing her move, Zhou Wudi's eyes darkened for a moment. She gently crushed her fingertips and showed her a layer of bright red lipstick stained on it. "Don't apply such thick lipstick in the future, though it is beautiful, but it is not good for your body to eat it in your mouth.” He has heard her complain more than once.
By the way, he picked up a white handkerchief and gently wiped away the reddish lipstick from her mouth. After grabbing her jaw, she lifted her big, beautiful face slightly. She definitely looked half-hearted. Her deep and unpredictable gaze caused Meng Mungyu to beat fleshly.
“That's it, love is naturally beautiful, even if you don't dress up.” Half a day later, the man muttered and his dark eyes covered a fog, covering his obsession deep in the eye.
In the beam, Monsanto Elm seemed to hear a gentle sigh swinging between the lips of the two, waiting to hear carefully, but had dissipated, like a hallucination.
“Your Majesty...” Her whole cold hair stood up. The man's movements were light and tender, but his hot nose told her that he was moving.
“It is still daytime, the concubine's body...” While the man breathed empty, Monsanto Elm turned his head, slightly pulling the distance between the two, the flushing face was not sure whether it was shy or angry.
“Sorry, I missed you so much!” Zhou Wudi's voice was dull and rubbed the woman's wet lips with her fingers.
You miss me too much? What do you mean? Mengsang Elm's head is hanging, quite a time fling, a feeling of turmoil in the wind. The man in front of you is so weird. Is he really possessed by a monster?
“Whatever you think, eat it or it'll get cold.” After the woman's horns were stirred to her ears, he twisted a piece of pastry into her mouth and took a friendly attitude, as if he had done it a thousand times.
Pressing the disturbing mood, Monsanto Elm focuses on the meal. Zhou Wudi single-handedly looked at her quietly, with a satisfied smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. It was at this moment that he felt the joy of being human again.
After breakfast, the Tai Doctor arrived on time to exchange medicine for the Emperor in Qingqing Palace.
“Treat Toshio first.” Zhou Wudi waved and sat Monsanto Ella beside himself.
“No, the Emperor's wounds are critical. The concubine's body only needs a few days of medication to nourish.” Meng Sangyu hurriedly refused, his eyes turned on Dr. Du's face. Dr. Du is the Queen's royal doctor, the doctor is very smart, the emperor has a fake, should not be able to hide it from him. Is this man really? Three years into the palace, for the first time, she felt that her brain was not enough.
“Diagnostic pulse!” Zhou Wudi pulled her sleeve straight away, rubbed it against her white wrist, pulled out her bright yellow handkerchief, covered it, and gave the order to Dr. Du.
“Yes." Seeing the Emperor so personally, Dr. Du dared not be lazy, sitting opposite Monsanto Elm and holding her wrist tight.
“How about that?” saw Dr. Du let go, Zhou Wudi quietly questioned, and the tone was a little rushed.