Xue Mo ran out quickly and saw Xiaoxiao leaning on the tree trunk with a pale face. She hurriedly asked, "Xiang'er, what's wrong with you?"
Xiaoxiao slowly raised her head, squeezed out a smile from the corner of her mouth, and said weakly, "It's just Renchen's reaction."
Xue Mo walked to her side, helped her into his arms, stared at her pale face without a trace of blood, and said heartbrokenly, "Xiang'er, how about I help you go back and have a rest first, since you can't eat
For other things, I’ll go make you mashed potatoes right away, okay?”
Seeing the worry on Xue Mo's face, Xiaoxiao reached out to hold his hand and said softly, "It's okay, it will be fine after a while. Please help me in and sit down."
Xue Mo followed her words and quickly helped her back to the palace and sat down. After asking the maid to take good care of him, Xue Mo hurried to the imperial dining room.
About an hour later, a maid brought the mashed potatoes that Xiaoxiao wanted to eat. Seeing that Xue Mo did not follow her, Xiaoxiao asked the maid where Xue Mo had gone.
The little maid smiled at first, and then her eyes filled with envy, "In reply to the princess, the king went to take a bath. Princess, you didn't see that the king was all dirty in order to make this for you.
Now, the royal chef originally wanted to help, but the king said that no one is allowed to help him. He wants to make this for you personally from beginning to end. The king is really very nice to the princess. I just met you.
Princess Yunxi, if you tell her this, even she will be extremely envious."
After hearing what the maid said, Xiaoxiao was moved and at the same time a little proud. Yun Xi found out about this, and she didn't know how angry she would be.
After taking the breakfast that Xue Mo had made for her, Xiaoxiao's mouth opened with a bright smile, and she ate bite after bite, her heart filled with happiness and sweetness.
When Xue Mo came, Xiaoxiao had already finished the mashed potatoes he made by himself. Xue Mo looked at the empty bowl with a faint smile on his face.
"Xianger, is it delicious?"
He had just finished bathing, wearing a crescent-white robe. On the robe, there were several dancing butterflies embroidered with silver thread. His long pale golden hair was fluttering in the wind, and his whole body exuded a picturesque atmosphere.