The moon is misty and illusory.


    Someone is secretly protecting Princess Lanxi in jiangxueyuan, so Zhao Wanxi can rest assured.


    Back at Qionghua palace, Zhao Wanxi felt hungry. She went directly to the kitchen to see if she could find something to eat.


    The back kitchen is quiet. By the dim moonlight, Zhao Wanxi quickly adapts to the dim light. There are many dishes in the kitchen. There is a long row of dried chicken hanging on the roof beam, fish in the water tank, and ducks and geese in the backyard.


    Zhao Wanxi swallowed. There are many dishes, but she can''t make them.


    Her eyes fell on the eggs in the bamboo basket, and there was leftovers on the stove. In the closed door of the stove, there was a faint light of fire. Zhao Wanxi''s Apricot eyes were shining. The only thing she could hold was the oil salt egg rice.


    Roll up your sleeves and do it!


    The cooking smoke is everywhere, and Zhao Wanxi''s skill of fried rice with eggs is very skillful. The strong smell of eggs diffuses in the air, and she can''t help swallowing.


    As soon as she picked up the spoon to eat, a man''s deep voice with a smile and banter came from the kitchen door: "Xi''er is becoming more and more considerate -"


    without losing her voice, Zhao Wanxi only felt that she had a light hand. The bowl of fried rice with eggs in her hand was empty. The man standing opposite her was eating with relish, holding the spoon.


    Leng Jun''s chewing is not forgetting his serious evaluation: "it''s worse than the heat, otherwise it will taste more fragrant."


    Zhao Wanxi''s cheeks were bulging, and she murmured in a soft voice: "you have a good mouth..."


    When the man ate her meal, he was still choosy. He could not help but look at him. Zhao Wanxi, taking advantage of the fire, stir fried a bowl again with a strong aroma.


    She fried a meal. In such a short time, Leng junao''s bowl of egg fried rice has reached the bottom, and the man''s mellow voice came again -


    "I dare say that your egg fried rice this time is better than the one just now, and I''ll have another bowl!"


    Zhao Wanxi shakes her hand and almost doesn''t drop the bowl. Holding a spoon, she deliberately keeps a certain distance from the man. She quickly takes a mouthful and blurs to him -


    "I''ve already eaten this bowl."


    Don''t want to, the evil spirit of the man don''t think of a smile, lightning flash to her in front of the speed: "I don''t mind."


    Zhao Wanxi couldn''t be prevented. The bowl of fried rice with eggs in her palm had already fallen into the hands of the man. This time, she quit. Apricot eyes glared angrily: "the bowl was given to you just now. Do you want to rob it?"


    Leng junao said lightly: "the heat of the bowl was a little bad just now, and this bowl seems to be barely enough."


    "Don''t force the seventh prince to give it back to me."


    Zhao Wanxi reaches out her hand to grab the egg fried rice in a man''s hand, but the man teases her. Every time, it seems that she is about to snatch it, but he always misses it.


    Finally, Leng Jun Ao fed her mouth, and then put a spoon on it and handed it to her mouth: "this bowl is really more fragrant than the one just now. Try it."


    But the woman puffed her cheeks and said, "I don''t want to eat your saliva."


    He ate it just now. She didn''t want it.


    As soon as her words came out, the man''s big hand had grasped the back of her head with lightning speed.


    Just when Zhao Wanxi was almost out of breath, the man slowly let go of her, raised his eyes and just bumped into the ink like eagle pupil. The voice of banter came from the dark -


    "is this the saliva of the king?"