What kind of bad thoughts can a drama host have?

Chapter 81 I Married the Prince Regent After Dressing Up as a Man (10)
"Unfortunately, the assassin failed to find out who was behind the scenes, so the assassin committed suicide by taking poison."

"It seems to be a dead man, that's a pity."

The uncle and nephew exchanged a few hypocritical greetings.

"Come here, pass on the meal."

With Huo Zhiheng's order, the palace servants got busy.

Huo Zhiheng took his seat.

Huo Jue also pulled up a chair and let Huai Li sit down first.

He then sat next to Huai Li in a logical manner.

Sitting closer, with thighs close together, knees touching knees, is a very intimate and ambiguous posture.

Looking at it this way, the two still look like a loving couple.

Huo Zhiheng looked at the two of them, feeling that the scene was extremely glaring.

Soon, the table was filled with delicate and rich delicacies, and the fragrance wafted away.

Huai Li's appetite, which was not too hungry, was hooked again.

It's almost lunchtime now.

[Sub-quest: Give Huo Jue food, 500 points. 】

Huai Li: "???"

What kind of mission is this? If you grab a dish, you will get points.

[Literally, the host will receive many side tasks like this in the future~] The system is very awkward.

Huai Li picked up a piece of fish, lowered her head to pick the thorns, and put it into Huo Jue's bowl after picking, "My lord, try this, it tastes very good."

Huo Jue was in such a good mood that he looked like a little star.

The man ate his meal gracefully, chewed slowly, and ate the food in the bowl, but he still didn't stretch out his chopsticks, and gestured for Huai Li with his eyes.

Huai Li: "..."

Does this mean to let myself continue to pinch him?
[...Probably so. 】

Huai Li had no choice but to keep picking up vegetables for him.

Soon the porcelain bowls in front of Huo Jue were piled up into a hill.

Huo Zhiheng's face was darker than the bottom of the pot when he was left to dry.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and the fire spread rapidly, engulfing his internal organs.

But this unknown fire has nowhere to vent.

"Uncle Huang eats so happily, how can there be no singing and dancing?" Huo Zhiheng clapped his hands.

Soon, a group of beautiful women with instrumental music came in.

They were all wearing smoky yellow skirts, the skirts were as light and thin as gauze, and they were layered and smudged like ink, with a hazy charm like misty rain.

All of these women had beautiful faces, but the one in the head covered her face with a light veil, revealing only a pair of delicately made-up eyebrows.

The music of silk and bamboo orchestras is pleasant to the ear, and the dancing posture of the dancers is elegant and elegant.

Just one song.

Huo Jue had almost finished eating, and unknowingly ate an extra bowl of rice.

Seeing this, Huo Zhiheng ordered coldly: "Xu Xu, take off your veil and let General Wei and the Regent have a look."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Huo Jue raised his eyelids to take a look, but his face became colder and colder.

There is no other reason, but because the woman in front of me is five points similar in appearance to Huai Li.

But the similarity is just the facial features, Shen Yun is completely different.

Huai Li wondered, this person looks a bit like her.

Could it be another substitute?

again?Could it be that the previous task world is also.

The concubine named Xu Xu also looked at Huai Li.

She remembered that His Majesty always liked to stare at her face, so she thought that His Majesty was greedy for her beauty.

Looking at it now, it may be that she is regarded as a substitute for the person in front of him, thinking of others with others.

Huo Jue's deep eyes swept across the emperor.

Huo Zhiheng smiled sinisterly: "Uncle Huang, what do you think my concubine looks like? Does she look a lot like General Wei, or in other words, she looks like General Wei's dead sister."

Huai Li felt that the emperor was trying to scare her.

"Not like."

Huo Jue took Huai Li's hand, squeezed her little hand like a toy, closed his eyes, and said lazily: "How can vulgar fans compare with this king's concubine."

(End of this chapter)