Quick Wear Peace

The system touched its flushed face, tears welled up in its big round eyes, its tongue stuck out, and it kept fanning itself with its hands.

"Host...Host...Host." A hoarse voice came from the system.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with your voice?"

"It's... so spicy." The system endured the spiciness.

"Then can you come out and drink some water?" An Ning moved the water cup next to her.

“Yes, yes, yes.” The system nodded frantically.

A flash of light passed by, and a little man sat on the chair, picked up the water cup, and poured it into his mouth frantically.

An Ning took the small teapot and poured cups of tea for the system one by one.

Only when the redness on the system's face faded did he slowly put down the cup.

"Your system has a sense of taste!" An Ning looked at the system with amusement.

"Every part of our body has an imitation system. It can imitate spiciness and pain." The system pointed to its mouth and arms.

"Oh." An Ning accidentally glanced at the other person's chair leg.

Because the system's legs were relatively short, they were not touching the ground, and its two feet were lifting up and down unconsciously.

The system held the teacup in both hands and looked at it: "Host, what are you going to do?"

"Hmm?" An Ning withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the system.

"You know, if Emperor Donghua must complete this tribulation, if he fails this time, there will be a next time, and we won't be so lucky next time."

The hot steam from the tea floated up, making An Ning feel that she could not see through this system that had accompanied her for several worlds.

"I understand." An Ning nodded and looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

The system took a sip of tea and jumped up instantly: "It's so hot, so hot."

For a moment, it seemed as if everything that just happened was an illusion.

An Ning quickly poured warm water from the teapot, handed it to the system, and said helplessly: "Can you be more careful."

The system's eyes are filled with tears, crying T^T

Spring is the season when all things come back to life. The willows are like a graceful girl, dancing beautifully in the wind.

The flowers are in bud, like a shy girl.

The breeze brings bursts of fragrance, making people feel good.

Junze sat in the pavilion, picked up the plump grapes with his slender white fingers and fed the fruits into An Ning's mouth.

An Ning lazily lay on the table, squinting her eyes. She didn't need to move her hands, just open her mouth to enjoy the sweet fruit.

A pair of eyes in the dark saw this scene. The delicate petals were crushed and scattered on the ground, putting an end to its life.

No wonder the emperor only sat in his palace for a while and then left in the past six months. It turns out that there was such a vixen who bewitched the emperor.

Fengjiu saw her passing by in the garden. Seeing Concubine Chen coming towards her in anger, she let out a long sigh of relief, saluted Fengjiu with a smile, and left in a hurry after Fengjiu nodded. After Concubine Chen left, she walked towards the direction where Concubine Chen came from with confusion.

Seeing this dazzling scene, Fengjiu felt as if her heart was stabbed. For some reason, her heart felt a little sour and she felt like she could hardly breathe. Tears fell involuntarily.

She didn't know what was going on with her. Didn't she come here to repay her gratitude? Fengjiu quickly rubbed her eyes and wiped away her tears.

She made up her mind.

She didn't want the Emperor to be deceived. Such a good person as the Emperor shouldn't be deceived.

Fengjiu can only wait for the opportunity.

Finally the opportunity came. That day, Junze brought Xiao Zhuzi to the Imperial Garden, wanting to pick the most beautiful flowers to give to An Ning.

"Xiao Zhuzi, how about this flower?" Jun Ze looked at the gorgeous peony flowers, his eyes full of tenderness.

He touched the peach wood hairpin in his sleeve, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more dazzling, and the tenderness in his eyes was so gentle that it seemed to be drowning in water.

It was Junze’s birthday a few days ago. Since morning, Junze had been looking forward to what kind of birthday gift An Ning would give him. He was very happy the whole time.

Even the impatient birthday party couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Those ministers secretly glanced at Junze's expression, wondering if their emperor had taken the wrong medicine.

Junze looked at An Ning happily, not knowing what she was doing.

Some can't control their expressions.

"Have you forgotten something?" Jun Ze said with a dark face and a depressed tone.