My Empress is My Bad Girl

He turned around, looking at Qian'er with a smile on his crown-like face: "Princess."

Qianer was stunned.

"Little...Zhuang."

"I have seen the princess in a humble position." Xiao Zhuang came up to salute.

Qian'er grabbed his wrist and said anxiously: "When is this, do you still talk about these pompous courtesies."

Xiao Zhuang stood up straight and looked at her: "The princess's dress is very unique and beautiful."

Qian'er glanced at him, and said with no good air: "You are not bad too, Master Longbo!"

In the last four words, she emphasized her tone.

Xiao Zhuang laughed.

"dare you laugh?"

Seeing his familiar expression again, Qian'er's emotions were mixed.

There is peace of mind, but also fear, and more joy.

His cold eyes previously made her worry, what happened to him, or he really wanted to stay here as the high priest of Rao Shizi.

But now, all these worries have disappeared.

Qian'er knew that he was still that Xiaozhuang.

There is no slight change.

"Isn't someone watching outside? How did you get in?" Qian'er worried about his safety first, and looked out subconsciously.

Xiao Zhuang moved the chair and said with a smile: "The princess sits down first and listens to me slowly."

"You'd better make a long story short, I'm very anxious."

Needless to say, Xiao Zhuang can also see that she is not only anxious, but also anxious, and it seems that she hasn't eaten and sleep properly, and the whole person's condition is a bit exhausted and exhausted.

Xiao Zhuang first took out a paper bag from his arms, untied it, and sent it to her, with a smile: "You are not used to Uzbek food? I made this, and the princess will try it."

Qian'er looked down and saw that there was a little roast pigeon wrapped in banana leaves in the paper.

Slightly scorched yellow, glowing with seductive oil, filled with fragrance.

Qian'er hadn't eaten anything in the past two days. After seeing Xiaozhuang, his heart was relieved, and the hunger pangs.

She held the pigeon in one hand, tore off a leg in the other, and asked vaguely: "Where did the pigeon come from?"

"The high priest raised a lot."

"...You steal your father's carrier pigeon."

Hearing the word father, Xiao Zhuang fell silent.

Qian'er asked, "Is the high priest really your biological father?"

"Maybe."

"Are you not sure?"

"It's not that I don't know, I don't care." Xiao Zhuang said, "In my memory, I have been supported since I was a child. Only adoptive fathers and mothers, godfathers, and queen mothers have been the only ones who have nurtured me. As for my origin, I don't care."

"I didn't expect you to have such a background."

"I didn't expect it either."

"Xiao Zhuang, did the high priest keep you down with a cure for the plague?"

"Does the princess know?" Xiao Zhuang was surprised.

"I guessed too. Because I also benefited from this prescription."

"Is the princess also sick?" Xiao Zhuang was startled.

"It was once. I'm all right now." Qian'er swallowed the meat in his mouth and smiled at him specially.

Xiao Zhuang squatted in front of her, held the veil, gently wiped the oil stains off her mouth, and whispered: "I saw you and Xi Niang walking together before, and the soul of the shrimp is almost gone. Princess, how come you Where are you from here?"

Qian'er stopped gnawing the pigeon and stared at him blankly: "So you recognized me a long time ago."

Xiao Zhuang stared at her: "Although you wiped the mud all over your face, how could I not recognize you. Sorry, I didn't recognize you earlier."

Qian'er was startled: "I know, you don't recognize me, there must be a reason."