Chapter 274

Hua Mo Chen

This Hun Jun is not the heart of Yazi to him. He feels that he has been hit by the heart.

"Your Majesty has been working hard these days, which has reduced a lot. I see it in my eyes and feel pain in my heart. I specially cook this bowl of tonic soup myself..."

Spend Mo dust low brow Shun eye of station arrived Qiao Yan Ran the position of the body side, opening a way.

At the same time, Qiao Yanran's memorial was almost finished. She put down the pen and paper in her hand and nodded: "well, you have a heart. Sit down."

She patted herself on the side.

Flower Mo dust sit down body, half depend on in Qiao Yan Ran's arms, carried to fill soup to come over, so a scoop of scoop of scoop to her mouth.

Qiao Yanran took a sip.

Well, the porridge tastes good. She is quite familiar with the taste, which is the craftsmanship of the chefs in the imperial dining room in the palace.

Qiao Yanran drank it, with a little playful tone, and said: "Mo Chen's craft is really good. It's all the craft of the chef in my imperial dining room."

Hua Mo Chen

Naturally, he recognized the implication of the faint king. He was a little square. He sipped his lips, lowered his eyebrows, and shook his long black eyelashes.

"Your Majesty..."

Qiao Yanran teased him, even days of fatigue swept away, he fished in his arms, long fingers pinched his waist soft meat.

Flower Mo dust body stiff for a moment, slightly dodged.

It's disgusting.

Although he had been ready to give his life, he still felt uneasy when he got along with this Hun Jun who disgusted him.

[diddiddidi - huamochen's liking degree is - 15, and the current liking degree is - 114. Please make persistent efforts. 】The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear.

Qiao Yan Ran hears its words, picked to pick eyebrow, looking at to bow head in her bosom, a face coquettish shape flower Mo dust, the corner of lip peeps out a devil like smile.

It's all - 114. I have to try my best to please her.

Tut tut.

Xiaoyu Wan??? 】

what kind of evil taste is this? His poor father.

Qiao Yan Ran sees him Dodge, the arm on his waist, folded a few, what stick between two people is more tight instead.

Hua Mo Chen

He gave up the struggle and chose to lie flat.

"Mo Chen, I'll read your sign tonight and announce that you're going to be in bed. How about that?" Qiao Yan Ran whispered in his ear, warm breathing hit on his ear.

Hua Mo Chen:!!!

Not really.

This fatuous king, if he doesn't announce his going to bed, he can't play his important role as a traitor, and he can't repay the great prince for his years of cultivation.

But if he really wanted to go to bed, he still had some physiological aversion, and the third prince's experience in recent years was due to her.

Qiao Yan Ran is playing with his long finger, light mouth way: "go down to prepare."

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the Qunfang palace where Hua Mo Chen lives is busy.

The Department in charge of the men's pet's bedroom, with all kinds of trays in hand, put up the flower dust and went to the flower petal bath.

After the flying pink veil, Hua Mo Chen is soaking in a very wide bath.

A servant came over with a bowl of soup and came to the side of his body. He cleaned his nails and lowered his voice and said, "do well this evening. You must win your Majesty's trust, OK?"

Hua Mo Chen gave a hum.