Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 137

at night.

Jiu Que finally returned to the Princess Mansion.

He looked at the bag of pastries wrapped in kraft paper in his arms, and handed it to Cen Bin's arms, "Send it to Qingyange."

"Yes." Cen Bin took the kraft paper and was about to head towards Linglong Pavilion.

Jiu Que continued to return to Tianxin Pavilion, but he paused after walking a few steps.

In the next second, he stepped directly into the path beside him, and passed in front of Cen Bin.

"Master, who is this?" Cen Bin asked with some doubts.

Jiu Que stopped, snatched the kraft paper from Cen Bin's hand, and said, "I'll send it myself."

Linglong Pavilion.

"Woooooooooooo."

Qing Yange was lying on the bed, her tears were streaming down uncontrollably, the tip of her nose was red from crying, she looked like a little rabbit.

Qingyuan sighed, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and was about to wipe away Qingyange's tears.

Suddenly, a black figure flashed past, accompanied by a strong wind.

When Qing Yuan came to her senses, she saw a handsome iceberg man with long black hair sitting in front of the bed. She rubbed her eyes and said in a high voice, "Prince Regent?"

"En." Jiu Que replied in a cold voice.

Afterwards, he picked up Qingyange from the soft bed, hugged it in his arms, and asked aloud: "Wronged?"

Qing Yange was so frightened by the sudden embrace that she stopped crying, and after seeing the person in front of her clearly, she shook her head, "No..."

"Then why are you crying?" Jiu Que stretched out his fingertips and wiped away the tears from Qing Yange's face.

Qing Yange took the notebook in the book and shook it, "This... this story is so touching, I couldn't help crying."

Jiu Que glanced at the cover of the storybook.

"Love and Hate between the Gentle Prince and the Cruel Regent".

He vaguely felt that this name seemed to have been heard somewhere.

Before Jiu Que could make a sound, Qing Yan Ge began to explain the content of the script by himself.

"This book is about the story of the cruel Prince Regent who couldn't love him, and finally got mad and wanted to imprison the gentle prince! This plot is really ups and downs. In just over 100 chapters, there are captivity, misunderstanding, amnesia, poisoning, and confession. Waiting for the plot, it's too cruel!"

Jiu Que did not continue this topic, but took out a pack of kraft paper from his bosom, and handed it to Qing Yange, "I saw shortbread cakes when I returned to the palace just now, and I thought you liked it, so I bought some back."

When Qingyange saw the delicious food, her eyes were shining brightly, she directly threw the notebook aside, and quickly peeled off the kraft paper bag with both hands.

When the kraft paper was opened, there were ten beautiful shortbread cakes inside, and the aroma lingered in the nostrils.

Qingyan Ge happily picked up a shortbread cake, opened a small mouth of the cherry, and took a bite.

The crisp chewing feeling, the oil stained her thin lips, making the whole lips as bright as lip balm.

Jiu Que stared straight at Qingyange with a pair of beautiful eyes, seeing her eating happily, her cheeks were puffed up, as cute as a hamster, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out his fingertips, stroked the crumbs at the corner of Qingyange's mouth, and pushed them away, "Don't eat so rudely."

Qing Yange chewed on the shortbread, and said joyfully, "Because it's so delicious, the one you bought happened to be the one I like! They are the only ones in the whole capital that can make shortbread. So crispy."

Qing Yange's eyes were curved, and she couldn't help but be full of praise.

Cen Bin saw all this in his eyes, and secretly complained in his heart.

This is not a coincidence, it is clear that the master knew which one you like, princess, and abruptly called the owner of the shop, and insisted on making ten shortbread pancakes.

These ten shortbread cakes cost the master 100 taels of silver!
Seeing Qing Yange's smiling face, Jiu Que let her go.

After a while, Qing Yange ate three shortbread pancakes. She took the water glass Jiu Que handed over, and gulped it down.

"Comfortable~" After drinking a glass of water, Qingyange caressed her chubby belly, feeling very happy.

After eating and drinking, she asked aloud: "Jiu Que, why did you come to me suddenly at such a late hour? Is it to give me a pancake?"

Jiu Que replied unnaturally in his usual cold voice, "I'll sleep with you tonight."

!!!

Qingyange's pupils dilated little by little, and there was a glint of glass like water in those eyes.

Could it be that tonight, the wish she has been thinking about these days is about to come true!
Seeing that Qing Yange didn't answer, Jiu Que's dark eyes dimmed a bit, and he asked, "Would you like to?"

Qing Yange hurriedly pulled Jiu Que's big palm, and nodded cheerfully, "Yes! Of course I do!"

Jiu Que smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed Qing Yange's hair.

It feels so good, like a furry little fox.

"Qing Yuan, fetch water." Jiu Que's thin pink lips parted slightly.

"Yes." Qing Yuan replied.

After a while, a basin of clear water and washing tools were placed in front of the two of them.

Qing Yuan wanted to help them wash up, but Jiu Que waved her hand.

He grabbed the towel with one big palm, soaked it in the water, carefully wrung it dry, and handed it to Qing Yange, "Wipe your face."

Qingyange looked at the steaming towel in front of her, a trace of disbelief flashed across her eyes.

Jiu Que would actually serve her to wash her face...

Jiu Que saw that Qingyange hadn't answered for a long time, so he walked up to Qingyange and wiped off the stains on her face himself.

His expression was still clear and cold, and he even looked unapproachable.

But his strength was just right.

In a short while, Qingyange's face, which was stained with stains from crying and eating scallion pancakes, instantly became as translucent as a peeled egg white.

Seeing the towel put into the water basin, Jiu Que called to Qing Yuan, "Change the water."

"Yes."

Soon, another basin of clean water was replaced.

Jiu Que skillfully cleaned his face.

Qing Yuan took the toiletries and retreated out, and closed the palace gate thoughtfully before going out.

Jiu Que walked to the bed, took off his robe, took off his boots and climbed onto the bed.

Qing Yange's eyes followed Jiu Que's every move from beginning to end, when he felt the bed beside him was sunken, accompanied by Jiu Que's unique fragrance.

Qingyange only felt that her heartbeat was faster than ever.

Are you about to start?
Qing Yange swallowed her saliva.

She waited excitedly.

Yet a quarter of an hour passed.

Jiu Que still didn't make any move.

She pouted her lips unwillingly, and complained: "Jiu Que~ You won't be with me—"

Qing Yange turned her head while talking, and met Jiu Que's probing eyes directly, swallowing all the rest of her words in her stomach.

With a wave of Jiu Que's palm, all the candles that were still on were extinguished. His long arms wrapped around Qing Yange's waist, and he embraced her in his arms.

In the darkness, the magnetic voice sounded in Qingyange's ears, "Wait a little longer, I will give you a satisfying night."

In an instant, Qing Yange only felt that the roots of his ears were red, and there were bursts of numbness in his waist and extremities.

"Go to sleep," he said.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)