Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 925 If the prince ascends the throne, I want my fiefdom and title
The morning sun cast a faint halo, the girl's facial features were exquisite, her face was ruddy, and she obviously looked very good.

The two of them had already done the most intimate thing yesterday, but now they were much closer despite being shy.

Shen Qianqiao withdrew her hand from him and said in a low voice, "Go and do your work."

"Well," Xia Houjing's thin lips showed a slight smile, as if pampering: "I will accompany you to have breakfast later."

Shen Qianqiao nodded slightly.

Xia Houjing turned around and walked into the hall.

Shen Qianqiao led Xizhu to wander outside, and it took about two quarters of an hour before Ding Liu came out.

He also glanced at her.

Shen Qianqiao stood outside for a while before entering the hall.

At this time, the man was sitting in front of the dragon table with his eyes closed.

When she approached, he opened his eyes, stood up, went forward to hold her hand, his expression softened: "Are you hungry?"

Shen Qianqiao looked up at him and shook her head.

It was only the next moment that there was a sound of protest from my stomach.

Xia Houjing looked at her jokingly: "I think it was I who contributed yesterday, so you can still speak hard now."

Shen Qianqiao's face became hot as if it was on fire. She looked around and saw the waiters on both sides with their heads down, maintaining a posture, as if they didn't hear anything.

But she knew they must have heard it.

Everyone knew what happened yesterday, and Shen Qianqiao felt a little embarrassed thinking about it.

"Some people just pretend to be good when they get cheap."

Shen Qianqiao muttered in dissatisfaction, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tightly, and ordered: "Prepare the meal."

The breakfast was relatively light, and it was what she ate on weekdays. The two sat at a small table, very close to each other. He always hugged her first, and he would only think of himself when she was full.

Shen Qianqiao rested her chin with her hand and looked at the man beside her. His every move was full of nobility and elegance, which was simply a pleasing painting.

"Ah Jing, why did you keep Ding Liu by your side?"

Xia Houjing glanced at her, "Why do you ask this?"

Shen Qianqiao stirred the bowl with a spoon, and said in a low voice: "He is not a good person, I am worried that he will harm you."

When Xia Houjing heard this, a slight smile appeared on his lips, he put down the bowl, and reached out to hold her hand: "I have my own measure."

She met his eyes, then nodded slightly.

The circling giant dragon seemed to rise into the sky at any moment.

Ding Liu stood under the shade of a tree, looking at the majestic and majestic palace, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced over the waves.

A little eunuch hurried over and whispered something in his ear.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he took out the silver from his clothes and stuffed it into the opponent's hand.

"My lord has to be careful."

Ding Liu raised his foot to leave, went straight out of the palace gate, and got on his horse.

In Baxianju, operas were sung on the high stage, and the sound of applause and yelling kept ringing out.

A window on the east side of the second floor was opened, and the man inside, with his legs crossed, tapped on the table with a fan, with interest in his eyes.

After a while, the door was pushed open and a man walked in.

"Your Majesty, you are so elegant."

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at him, picked up the wine glass and saluted him, and then drank it in one gulp.

"Why, have you thought about it?"

"There's nothing you can't think about, it just depends on the sincerity of the son?"

Ding Liu raised his feet and sat down at the table, staring at the person opposite: "If the prince ascends the throne, I want my own fief and title."

(End of this chapter)