Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 242 My Beloved Thing (3)

"No?" The tail tone rose, and the emperor seemed displeased.

"No, no, no, I'll do it now!" Qu Changsheng lifted his skirt and ran out, like a flustered little rabbit.

Very cute.

There was a slight arc at the corner of the emperor's mouth.

Coincidentally, Chong Lin looked at him suspiciously, and Ying Chen caught his gaze, and instantly his face sank: "Who allows you to leave my side and wander casually?"

Just want to please her by her side.

Seeing that the master was inexplicably angry, Chonglin knelt down and was confused: "I don't have any other intentions, but I just want to ask Miss Changsheng how she is in the academy and if she wants to eat."

"I haven't eaten yet." Ying Chen raised the corners of his mouth treacherously: "You're starting to care about her."

When Chong Lin heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned pale: "This subordinate knows his mistake! It's my subordinate's fault!!"

The emperor's eyes were cold, and he warned in a low voice: "From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to talk to her alone."

"Yes!" Chong Lin slid down a stream of cold sweat, and nodded again and again: "This subordinate knows, from now on, this subordinate will never talk to Miss Changsheng again."

"What are you talking about with me?" Qu Changsheng hurriedly ran to the door from the outside, wiping his hands with his apron: "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

The faces of the two changed slightly, Chong Lin opened his mouth, and looked at the emperor with scruples.

Ying Chen's face returned to normal, and he cast a warning glance at Chong Lin, Chong Lin flinched and lowered his head even more: "I asked him why he didn't prepare roast chicken for you."

"Roast chicken?" Qu Changsheng blinked: "The emperor knows that I like roast chicken?"

"I know, especially the crispy roast chicken." There seemed to be a smile in Yingchen's eyes: "Is that right?"

He actually knows what he likes to eat, Qu Changsheng's face is absurd: "...how do you know?"

"I am the Son of Heaven, why don't I know?" Ying Chen raised his eyebrows and asked back, then turned cold for a moment, and looked at Chong Lin who kept this posture still: "Why don't you go soon?"

"Yes yes yes!" Chong Lin hurriedly stood up, his calves were still trembling: "This subordinate will let the imperial dining room make crispy roast chicken!"

After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind.

"It's so strange, why Chonglin asked him to cook a roast chicken so he panicked, as if it was killing him." Qu Changsheng thought it was funny, the emperor's eyes flickered, and he changed the subject in a timely manner:

"Why did you come back?"

"Oh yes." Chang Sheng remembered: "I want to ask you, I don't have any precious ingredients in my small kitchen, why don't I go to the imperial dining room to make it for you?"

"No need." Ying Chen pulled her slightly in front of him, raised his eyes and looked at her: "It's fine as usual."

"But won't that neglect you too much?" Qu Changsheng frowned: "I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"You are used to it, why am I not used to it?" Ying Chen raised his eyebrows.

"But why are you like a slave?" Chang Sheng laughed.

When the emperor heard the words, a faint light flashed in his eyes, he stood up slowly, and looked down at her: "Then what is Zhen in your heart?"

Qu Changsheng raised his head, and blinked when he heard the words: "You are the Ninth Five-Year Lord."

"Then what are you?"

"I... just a little slave."

"No." He leaned down slightly, his eyes met, his cool breath hit her face, and he was very serious: "To me, you are not."

His heart skipped a beat, and Qu Changsheng subconsciously took a few steps back, and was suddenly grabbed by his waist.

She was breathing slightly stagnant, and looked at him in a daze.

The emperor was still expressionless, looking down at her: "Don't fall. If you fall, who else will make dinner for me?"

(End of this chapter)