Chapter 5

"Warm up the white girl with a cup of hot tea."

It's the first time that Gu Yanqing has been attacked wantonly by his rude eyes. Instead of getting angry, Gu Yanqing plays with the eighteen Bodhi with great interest. The eyes of the deep pool reflect Bai ruotong's delicate and pale cheeks.

"White girl, tea, please."

Zhao Cheng nodded, picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Bai ruotong.

She really has a dry tongue after such a long escape. Bai ruotong nodded his thanks and took a sip of the tea cup. But then he frowned and spat out all the tea in his mouth.

Gu Yanqing's face suddenly sank: "what's the matter?"

Bai ruotong covered his mouth with ecstasy. In her last life, her taste was ten times more sensitive than ordinary people, which is why she became a chef at a young age. I didn't expect that this talent would accompany her through.

Everything is a double-edged sword. Although her taste is sensitive, it also means that she can experience the bitterness of tea nearly ten times more than ordinary people. Bai ruotong is a picky girl. She hates all bitter things. She likes sweet and spicy.

She put down the cup and gave Gu Yanqing a fork: "Your Highness, ruotong is choking." She was embarrassed to stare at the yellow tea stains on the plum blossom carpet, and quietly covered her fish mouth shoes.

Her funny little action did not hide Gu Yanqing's eyes, Gu Yanqing's smile broke the ice, warm full: "not in the way."

"That... Cough..."

Bai ruotong just wanted to test the identity of his highness, but his throat itched and he coughed. This cough, like opening the sluice switch, is out of control. She frowned, coughing more and more eagerly, as if to cough up her lungs.

This body is already weak. It must have been unable to support after another struggle just now.

"How is white girl?" Zhao Cheng said with concern.

"I'm fine... Poof..."

Bai ruotong gave up, just answered, throat closed a sweet, directly coughed up a mouthful of blood. It doesn't matter that she vomited blood, but the parabola of her vomited blood is too long, just splashing on the white robe of the noble Lord in front of her.

Bai ruotong's face was very blue with fright, and Zhao Cheng on one side was stunned. His highness is most afraid of dirty

Gu Yanqing stares at the bloody son that blooms on the dress, Mo Mei is tight Cu.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to... Poof..."

Bai Rutong got up in fear and wiped the blood on Gu Yanqing's robe with his sleeve. Zhao Cheng calls him "His Highness". His identity is either the prince or the prince. If he dirties his clothes, what should he do if he gets angry and takes his own life.

Zhao Cheng shivered. Little ancestor, she was so desperate that he rushed forward. He was afraid that his highness would not hold back and strangle her.

Zhao Chengzheng wants to stop, but Bai Rutong doesn't hold back his blood. He coughs at Gu Yanqing's hem. This cough, her whole body suddenly weak, eyes closed, directly dizzy in Gu Yanqing's arms.

In desperation, Zhao Cheng secretly said that he would pass out too. He would not have to wait for his highness to strangle white girl, and he would have to be involved to collect her body for him.

"Your Highness, the white girl has no intention. Please spare her life." Zhao Cheng's heart palpitation is not flat, pleading.

"When did the King say that he wanted her life?" Gu Yanqing leaned over and looked at the beauty in her arms. She stretched out her hand to remove a few strands of green silk on her face moistened by the rain. Her black eyes were shining with a quiet light. "You should send someone to investigate who is going to harm the little lady."

Zhao Chengyi choked. Is he hallucinating? How did his highness ever become so attentive and nosy?