Chapter 459 The palace lord’s wife is male 40
Seeing him lowering his eyes and saying nothing after holding her hand, Qingwu blinked and his cheeks bulged.
The fingers pulled him with a little force.
The other party raised his eyes with a hint of confusion.
She almost laughed out loud.
My soul is confessing to you. Why do you still look like you are distracted?
Pulling his finger hard again, she asked: "Do you want to stay and be my palace mistress?"
Although he asked, his expression was a little fierce. It seems that if you don't agree, I will kidnap you.
Very cute.
Xiao Shuli looked at her and finally came to his senses, his pupils dizzy with waves of pleasure.
Holding the girl in his arms, he lowered his head and rubbed her shoulder, like a soft white cat, coquettishly coquettish with its owner.
His voice was hoarse and he responded softly: "Okay, I will be your palace mistress." Full of tenderness and joy.
Qingwu blinked, raised his hand to touch his soft long hair, and then rubbed it mischievously.
The other party indulged silently and rubbed her neck again.
After that, the cold young man seemed to have been freed from any restraints. When others were still like snow-capped mountains and white lotuses, unattainable, he always smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked particularly charming when facing the green grass.
In this way, Qingwu has to recite once every day that form is emptiness and emptiness is form.
Because she is still pretending to be a man, the two of them will not behave very intimately in front of the palace disciples.
Xiao Shuli said that he wanted to stay and be her palace mistress, and he really seemed to want to stay there forever.
Because the relationship was established, the young man didn't like living so far away from the Palace Master, so he set his sights on the Palace Master's room.
After just looking at it for a while, he sighed softly, looked away, and looked at the room next to the palace master's bedroom. His eyes were clear and shallow, but with a different kind of tiny light.
While eating, he mentioned the matter "casually" while picking up vegetables, and Qingwu agreed without hesitation.
Gu Yuling and others' eyes widened. Beauty is misleading, Palace Master!
Beauty is indeed misleading. So much so that Qingwu was immersed in the tenderness of youth every day and didn't want to deal with matters. This is a hardship for Cao Li. He is so busy every day that his head does not touch the bed or the feet of the floor.
He felt very tired to have such a palace master who was just a hands-off boss. He had to bear the responsibilities and pressure that a subordinate should not bear.
Half a month passed like this.
noon.
After tossing the little bastards at school, Qing Wu returned to the yard and saw a man in a crescent-colored robe sitting there, reading a book in one hand.
When she got closer and looked inside, she realized it was a book about cooking. There are many cooking methods recorded above.
She sighed. He's been studying this a lot lately.
Cooking for her in different ways every day, with those long white fingers washing vegetables and making soup for her, it was really sinful to watch.
When the other party saw her coming back, he put down the book, took out a bowl of hot pear porridge from the food box on the side, and greeted her with a smile to come over and drink.
The porridge is fragrant, rich and smooth.
Qingwu held the bowl and thought with emotion and satisfaction, it's a sin. His skills in cooking are really good.
Xiao Shuli put the bowl back into the food box, leaned over and took her into his arms, gently tapping his chin on her shoulder.
"Awu."
"Huh?" She raised her eyes lazily.
"Master received a letter today."
Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and then realized who the master he was talking about was, "The Master of Xuanni Palace?"
The young man played with her slender white fingers and responded lightly.
"What did the letter say?"
(End of chapter)