I miss you so much...
When a peerless beauty of a man looks at you with a sincere face and speaks these words, with eyes that are as beautiful as amethyst, as if you are his world, then even iron-hearted people will be moved.
Kong Wuying just frowns. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Kongbao drops the cute expression. "In fact, I have something to tell you. Do you know why the princes of Daqing died one after another?"
Kong Wuying raises an eyebrow. "Why?"
Kongbao lowers his voice mysteriously. "Master, come closer, let me tell you quietly."
Despite his dissatisfaction, he steps forward and walks up to Kongbao.
Kongbao is a little taller and tilts his head quietly, with a wily smile on his face. As Kong Wuying leans closer, Kongbao pokes out a pink tongue. He wants to lick for a long time.
As for whether the master will be violent after that, it doesn't matter to Kongbao. After all, the master has not been good to him since he tore his fake face off.
As soon as Kongbao’s tongue stuck out, he cries out in pain. The most vulnerable place was kneed mercilessly and Kongbao folds in half, legs clamped together and hands clutching at the injury. “Master... you... did it have to be so hard..."
"You asked for it," Kong Wuying deadpans. Measures must be taken to stop Kongbao from acting like a demon.
Kong Wuying’s uncaring, frosty appearance only heats up Kongbao's nerves, and Kongbao suddenly bursts forward, throwing them both to the ground. Then, like lightning, he takes a quick nip of the most delicate part of Kong Wuying’s neck before the master can respond.
Immediately after, Kongbao vanishes, vaulting out of the window before the furious master can attack him.
Kong Wuying scrambles up, outraged.
He ran away!
This bitch ran away again!
In the night air, only one sentence lingers; "Beware of Xuan Wang!"
...
Early the next day.
Today is the ceremony for the new emperor's ascension. Kong Wuying is awakened early to be stuffed into heavy dress robes.
Xiao Ling holds the robes Kong Wuying will be wearing and asks in amazement, "Your Royal Highness, your... your neck?"
Kong Wuying looks in the mirror, and there’s a red mark on his neck where he was attacked by someone last night. Even if you can cover it, why bother? It’s just something ridiculous.
Kong Wuying doesn't care about this, but looks at Xiao Ling with a strange glance and orders, "You come over a bit."
Xiao Ling is a little surprised, but still carefully walks over holding the clothes.
“Closer,” Kong Wuying says with an even expression.
Xiao Ling steps a little closer.
"More."
Xiao Ling moves a little more.
Then Kong Wuying quickly turns and nips at Xiao Ling's jaw.
Feng Gong bows. "It was His Highness Xuan Wang, but after you ascended the throne, His Highness quickly returned the right to approve."
Kong Wuying quickly says, "Then you return it to him and let him approve it. Don't bother me over trivial things.”
"Your Majesty!" Feng Gong is about to cry. Why does it feel like His Royal Highness is becoming more and more dismissive?
But the days of getting along so far have made Feng Gong realize that His Highness is rather temperamental, and so Feng Gong didn't dare to persuade too much. There is only a silent expression on Feng Gong’s face.
Kong Wuying ignores him, and thinks of it again: "Yes, the last Yeying chef you brought in..."
Feng Gong bows. "This servant will order people to kill them."
"Don't hurry." Kong Wuying says lightly, "Each chef has different cooking skills. You can change the food for me every day. One hundred people can feed me for three months."
Feng Gong almost burst into tears as he bows again and leaves the room to set it up.
Why spoil yourself with pleasure!? He resigns himself with a sigh, thinking about how to exhort His Majesty as he walks through the hallway.
Suddenly, it feels dark. He seems to be covered by a sack.
Then...
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
...
Since then, Feng Gong has not been seen for ten days.
Yeying people are very serious. When they say they want revenge, they will definitely fight!
...
Outside the Royal Palace, if you ask what restaurant in Qingdu -the capital of Daqing Empire- is the best, it is the Crown Tower.
The ingredients in the Crown Tower are not the rarest, the chef is not the most skilled, the decoration is not the most gorgeous, and the waitresses are not the best - but nor is it expensive.
Therefore, Crown Tower became the most famous restaurant in Qingdu in one fell swoop.
In the private room on the top floor of the restaurant, there is a young man in white.
Long hair like a waterfall is lazily pulled up with a dark green ribbon, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes that are bright. The bridge of the nose is high, the eyebrows are slashes like crow wings,while the lips are bright red.
The white clothing is simple, the whole body is clean with no ornaments, but this elegant and clean color wears well on him and reveals a delicate elegance.
While playing with the white jade wine glass in his hand, he asks with a smile: "Oh? That man claims to be the shadow guard sent by father to Shiyi?"
Sitting opposite him, is the middle-aged man who was in the dungeon. The man bows his head slightly. "That man did say so, and this subordinate thought it should be true. It is normal for a monarch to look ahead for the future and leave a shadow guard to protect His Highness Shiyi.”
The young man scoffs. "Nonsense."
He looks at the white jade wine glass in his hand, and his eyes become dark for a moment. The middle-aged man even notices a touch of loneliness from him.
"Father, he is too lazy to care about such things. Our life and death, although he cares, he will not interfere. So this person is lying to you. He said that you can't see Shiyi for the time being - from this we can see that Shiyi is being controlled by him."
His lips lift slightly, and a pleasant smile appears on his face.
"Who is this audacious person?"