"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? The banquet will be long." Yi Jian pointed to the pastries on the table and expressed his love.
After Zhong Qingjing said this, she really felt a little hungry. She took a pastry, looked at it for a while, turned around, and put it to Yi Jian's lips. Yi Jian was stunned for a moment, understood what she meant, opened her mouth, and ate.
After sitting down, Zhong Qing saw that he was okay, then turned around and ate two pieces in a row with great interest.
Zhongqing accidentally saw Yi Jian looking at him, never touching the food, his eyes were dull and a touch of sadness, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, she blushed and asked softly: "Young Commander, don't you want to eat?"
Yi Jian shook his head.
Zhong Qing took another one and was about to eat it when there was a knock on the door: "Young Marshal, the time for the banquet has arrived. Madam asked you and the Young Marshal's wife to come over..."
When Zhong Qing heard this, she quickly put the cakes on the plate, stood up, and urged Yi Jian: "Let's go."
Yi Jian didn't move, stretched out her hand, took the cake she put down, and handed it to her mouth: "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Then he turned his head and replied to the person outside the door: "I know, come over later."
Zhongqing waved her hand: "If you don't eat, you'll miss the time. It's not good."
Yi Jian pursed her lips and said nothing. Instead, she personally took the pastry and fed it to her: "Let them wait."
It's no match for your belly.
Zhong Qing blushed, knowing that if she didn't eat, Yi Jian would definitely refuse to go out, so she hurriedly swallowed it, then took Yi Jian's hand to go out.
Yi Jian took advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms, took the cakes and continued to feed her.
"Young Marshal, I'm not hungry anymore... Madam and the others have urged me, so I'll be anxious later!"
"Just go ahead." Yi Jian muttered, looking into Zhong Qing's eyes with a touch of heat, "You can talk after you are full first."
Zhongqing opened her mouth and ate obediently. Halfway through, she burst into laughter.
Looking at her smile, Yi Jian also slightly curved her lips, stretched out her fingers, and wiped away the residue on her lips: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I just think that beauty is a disaster?" Zhong Qing's head was hot, and he followed Yi Jian's words: "I don't know how many people said that I have brought disaster to the country and the people!"
Yi Jian was stunned, looked at Zhong Qing carefully, stretched out his fingers, brushed her brows, and said disapprovingly: "You are my country."
[Huhuhu, I will write it very carefully when there is an update later. My mood was a bit fluctuating this morning, and the writing was a bit short and cumbersome. Please forgive me. The personal matter has been resolved now, and it will not happen again in the future!
A sentence about love, am I a disaster to the country and the people? A sentence from the young marshal, you are my country! Such a classic confrontation, I am so talented! I swear, this is the last book about a man doting on a woman, the last book
Books about men and women fighting! I won’t write any more if I’m asked to write one in the future! Huh, I said it’s the same type as Huqing and Qiqi. Each has its own beauty and highlights. It’s not that I can’t write good ones.
The story of Beloved is very good, but I especially want to write about a male protagonist like Shaoshuai and a female protagonist like Zhong Qing. I am personally very afraid of death! During the Spring Festival of 2012, I reunited with the man I once loved deeply, and found that countless people have already fallen in love with him.
