Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 261
"Is my little bowl sleepy?"

Xuanyuanchen flicked her on the head: "Little Misty, you have slept enough for a day and a night, and this is the next morning."

Ah!
next morning?

Every time she thundered, she fell asleep.

In the past, when my mother was still there, she would wake up with her.

Then it was Su Gu, after having A Yi, the weather after the thunderstorm, when Su Gu was busy, she would let A Yi stay by her bedside.

She didn't expect that one day, it would be the eighth prince of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, who would accompany her to wake up like this.

Mo Xiaowan had mixed feelings in his heart, clutching his brow that was sore from the blow, complaining to him: "It hurts so badly, it's really hard to hit."

Her small resentful eyes made Xuanyuan Chen feel as clear as after a storm, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"When will Xiaowan become less confused?"

"Uncle Xuanyuan, you are so strange today. It was the first time you called me Xiaowan, and you called me twice."

Mo Xiaowan clung to his arm as if discovering a new land, and raised his head curiously.

When did he become the same as Uncle Lu, affectionately calling Little Thing a little bowl?
Xuanyuanchen felt that he had lost all face and was a little embarrassed, so he turned his head away slightly.

After a while, he turned his head and patted the little Mo bowl that was rubbing against the brocade quilt.

"Are your feet warmer?"

"Are you hungry? Uncle Lu has prepared purple rice porridge to warm your stomach, as well as your favorite sauced beef. They are heating up on the small heater in the dining room. Since you slept last night until now, you are hungry and eat something... ..."

"Uncle Xuanyuan, why did you also get caught up in Uncle Lu's nagging?"

Xuanyuanchen was blocked by her words, and gave her an annoyed look.

"You don't eat?"

"No, no, eat, eat, my stomach is singing!"

Mo Xiaowan got up all at once, hurriedly put on the layered autumn clothes, and put on a warm robe outside, washed up hastily,
One big and one small went into the dining room.

After sleeping for a day and a night, Mo Xiaowan's stomach was empty, and he threw himself on the table, gobbled it up and started working.

Apart from drinking a bowl of purple rice porridge, she only stared at the plate of sauced beef and various dim sum.

"This sea vegetable is a tribute from Bianyuanfan Town. I heard that when fishermen go out to sea, they use it to maintain their strength. You should try it too."

Isn't it just a kelp?
In her previous life, she lived in a coastal city and ate seafood until she felt sick.

As soon as he smelled the smell, especially when he saw that the back kitchen had cooked the delicious kelp until it was rotten, Mo Xiaowan expressed a little disgust.

For the sake of the majestic Eighth Prince serving her food, she reluctantly stuffed the seaweed chopsticks into her mouth.

Seeing her frowning, Xuanyuan Chen raised his eyebrows: "Don't you like it?"

"Hey, I still like to eat meat."

Mo Xiaowan picked up a piece of sauced beef and waved it in the air: "Uncle Xuanyuan, I was so hungry in the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, and I have meat to eat every day with you, and the treatment is good."

Xuanyuan Chen's words were both funny and bitter.

"I've never seen a girl who likes meat as much as you do."

Xuanyuanchen picked up a chopstick of seaweed, and said in a slightly threatening tone: "Eat some of this, you will have the meat.""

"How many girls has Uncle Xuanyuan met? By the way, you haven't even looked at those aunts and concubines in the garden."

As soon as Mo Xiaowan was full, he started talking nonsense again.

She smiled strangely: "Do those bodyguards of yours all like to eat meat..."

As soon as the guard was mentioned, he deliberately added the word "good figure", so he knew that this little thing was talking about the time at the hot spring pool.

Could it be that he really looks like he likes men?
Cheng Cheng was very angry with her, fearing that she would misunderstand her further, Xuanyuan Chen was very serious about rehabilitating himself: "This king is not very masculine."

(End of this chapter)