Chapter 121： Spring breeze and jade dew meet

"Wang Jun was probably tired last night, Shuang'er, why don't you go to the kitchen and watch them make some delicious food for Wang Jun!"

Anfeng deliberately teased Shuang'er, so he joked.

"Tired? How can you be tired when you sleep?"

Shuang'er blinked her innocent eyes and looked at An Feng, looking like a good baby who didn't understand anything.

An Yu was afraid that the dark wind would tease Shuang'er again, and Shuang'er, a simple child who didn't understand anything, would say something shocking, so she hurriedly dragged Shuang'er out.

"Go, I'll go with you."

"But Sister Anfeng hasn't said you son... no, why is Wang Jun so tired!"

"It's the master and the lord... last night we made up for the bridal chamber wedding night..."

"What do you call a wedding night?"

"That's... that's... the gift of husband and wife..."

"The gift of husband and wife?"

Shuang'er kept asking questions like a curious baby, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't stand it.

Finally, when An Yu plucked up the courage to cover that chattering little mouth with her lips, Shuang'er blushed and calmed down.

"That's it…"

It was also the first time for An Yu to kiss a man's house, so she had no experience, and she also had a big blush.

Shuang'er covered her lips, she couldn't believe that he was molested.

It's just... It seems that that feeling is not so difficult to accept, there... there seems to be a shameful reaction.

Shuang'er didn't dare to ask any more questions, and was dragged into the kitchen by An Yu all the way in a daze.

"Young Master Lian..."

An Yu suddenly let go of Shuang'er's hand, and bowed to the man standing inside with fists.

Lian Qing raised his eyebrows and glanced at An Yu, then nodded, with his usual smile on his face.

"Is the Eighth Prince awake? Lian Qing specially made a soup for the Eighth Prince, and it's time to send it over!"

Shuang'er's blushing little face immediately fell down, and he lowered his head in displeasure. Because of his son, he hated the man in front of him very much.

"Master Lao Lian did it himself, but Wang Jun is still awake, my master is not willing to disturb him, and is still accompanying him in the room. Special subordinates and Shuang'er are here to prepare food for Wang Jun, to make up for Wang Jun."

The meaning of An Yu's words is that even a fool can understand that the eighth princess and Wang Jun had **** last night; To make up for Wang Jun, I'm afraid it was quite a toss last night...

Even Qingmian's face turned red and green, and he didn't care about the boiled soup, and hurried out of the kitchen before everyone could react.

Shuang'er joyfully jumped to An Yu's side, and gently poked An Yu's arm with his small hand. When she looked over, he gave her a sweet smile back, which made An Yu's heart soften.

Without waiting for An Yu's order, those in charge in the kitchen were busy making arrangements.

"Master and Wang Jun are overjoyed. I will take care of Wang Jun and hope that Wang Jun will add a little daughter to our mansion soon."

"Borrow auspicious words from Zhang Guanshi."

An Yu smiled and said to the person in charge, Shuang'er just waited obediently at the side.

"Yo! That Mr. Lian's soup..."

"The master and the king are afraid that they don't like smelly things, so I rewarded them to the sisters..."

How could An Yu bring soup made by other men to his master in front of Shuang'er?

What's more, this man has a vicious mind, who knows that the soup will not be clean, and the loss will not be worth the loss if it spoils the master's stomach.

An Yu stared at the crowd and prepared, and Shuang'er followed behind An Yu, bouncing up and down, looking extremely happy.

All of a sudden, the news that the Eighth Prince's daughter had favored Wang Jun flew all over the sky like wings, and the entire Eighth Prince's Mansion was in a panic.

After all, those servants who pushed high and stepped low made things difficult for Qiao Yun before, especially Shuang'er. Every time he went to fetch something, he would see a lot of cold faces.

Now Wang Jun is suddenly favored, it is said that Wang Jun's servant in the kitchen is also under the care of An Yu, they are afraid that the Eighth Prince will punish them for this.

And the one who was the most angry was Lian Qing, who hurriedly left the dining room, Lian Qing went back to the courtyard with a pale face, locked herself in the door and refused to see anyone.

"Master? Master Lian... are you okay?"

Hong Liu stood anxiously outside the door, stomping her feet and asked inside.

But the people in the room didn't move at all, which made the servants outside the door very anxious.

Young Master Lian usually doesn't like to talk, but he spends a lot of money on the servants around him, and the few servants who serve him closely have been bought by him long ago.

Even Qingben was very scheming, he lived alone in the Eight Princes' Mansion, and he could only live better by relying on these few servants who were close to him.

What's more, if he used Nanjun's money to buy people's hearts, he wouldn't even lose anything.

"Brother Hongliu, what should we do? Mr. Lian...is there anything wrong with him?"

A young servant looked at Hongliu with red eyes, terrified in his heart.

It is said that Mr. Lian is the savior of the Eighth Prince's daughter. If something happens to Mr. Lian, they will all have to be buried with him.

Hongliu frowned and shook her head: "Young Master Lian, I'm afraid he feels bad!"

He just went outside to get some snacks, and he also heard about the consummation of the Eighth Prince's daughter and Wang Jun's consummation, so he can understand that the young master doesn't want to see anyone at the moment.

Lian Qing sat leaning against the head of the bed, the tears from the corners of her eyes rolled down her cheeks and onto the hem of her clothes, smudged into a different kind of painting in circles.

He Lianqing took great pains to live in the Eight Princes' Mansion. How could that Qiao Yun, who was obviously not favored at all, suddenly be favored?

Why is this?

Lian Qingxin was not reconciled, she bit her lip with red eyes, her face was full of ruthlessness.

Qiao Yun, since that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel.

And Qiao Yun, who was already hated by others, was still sleeping soundly at this moment, and his already pretty little face became a little more tender under the moisture.

Nan Jun leaned sideways on the head of the bed, supported his head with one hand, and carefully traced the little man's eyebrows and eyes with the other hand, with a contented smile on the corner of his mouth, and eyes full of doting.

As soon as the spring breeze and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world.

"Um…"

The soreness in his body made the little man in his sleep groan, Nan Jun paused his hand, seeing that the man was still awake, he put his hand under the quilt.

The slippery hand made Nan Jun's mind shake, but thinking of him crying and begging for mercy last night, Nan Jun suppressed the heat forcefully, and only kneaded the back of his waist for him.

Qiao Yun followed the direction of that hand and stuck it on Nan Jun's body, pursed the corners of his mouth comfortably, and did not forget to hum a couple of times.

"You little goblin, you really should have taken you in sooner."

Nan Jun sighed helplessly, and his subordinates didn't dare to stop, just kept rubbing for Qiao Yun.

When Qiao Yun woke up, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, and the white and bare arms came into view, which made the little man froze.