With her small shoulders supporting Feng Qingyang's tired body, she raised her silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of venison and brought it to his lips.
Feng Qingyang turned away in disgust: "Sexy!"
Chen Xi paused, put the venison back into the bowl, put a piece of green vegetables in it and brought it to Feng Qingyang's lips. The man shook his head again: "It's ugly!"
"Can you do fruit crisps?"
Chen Xi put down the vegetables in a good temper, and found a fruit cake that was neither smelly nor ugly and sent it to Feng Qingyang. A certain man squinted at the crispy fried fruit cake and said:
“Tasteless!”
Chen Xihan: "..."
God, this guy is in such a bad mood! How come he doesn’t like everything he looks at?
The Empress Dowager and Emperor Ling Xiao were disgusted when they saw that Chen Xi had packed a lot of things for Feng Qingyang, and their eyebrows were high.
The Queen Mother said: "Yang'er has a bad appetite these days?"
Chen Xi raised his head helplessly and lied: "Returning to the emperor's grandmother, since the prince was frightened, his appetite has been good and bad. I guess he drank too much on an empty stomach today, so he is probably drunk!"
"Oh, then, why don't you take Yang'er back home to rest first?"
Emperor Ling Xiao's deep eyes fell on Feng Qingyang's crumbling body. His handsome and red face made thousands of flowers pale, and his unique temperament could not be matched by anyone.
Especially those eyes that seemed mocking, sarcastic, and hollow. Every time a cloud of light and wind swept over him, he felt as if he was being shocked by electricity.
Yang'er is a little strange tonight!
Emperor Ling Xiao shook his head. He was drunk too, right? That's why he had such strange thoughts?
It seems that he is really old.
Sighing in his heart, he waved his hand: "Go back, go back when you are drunk and let him have a good rest!"
"Here!"
Chen Xi nodded and saluted, put his arm around Feng Qingyang's shoulders and stood up: "Your Majesty, let's go home first!"
"Go home? Haha, yes, I still have a home!"
The drunken eyes blinked lightly, and Feng Qingyang grinned softly!
That smile was like a drowning person seeing floating driftwood.
Chen Xi is his driftwood!
"Xi'er, let's go, let's not drink anymore, let's go home and catch chickens!"
"good!"
Chen Xi carefully supported Feng Qingyang, and the two figures as elegant as the breeze and the bright moon gradually drifted away in the eyes of everyone.
Emperor Ling Xiao sighed: What a pity. It would be great if Hades brought a real poison-eating beast!
Leng Wuming's eyes retracted from the beautiful figure in the distance, and the smile on his lips had no meaning. He picked up the wine glass again, toasted to Emperor Ling Xiao, and then said with emotion: "What a pity for the famous war god of a country. I think back then,
The name of Prince Gong is also known to everyone in our Xiliao, but now it has become like this."
When Emperor Ling Xiao heard this, the look of shame in his eyes became even stronger.
The Empress Dowager looked at Emperor Ling Xiao's sad face, and then at Pluto's confident and unruly posture. She pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask: "I have heard that Pluto is on this Mingxuan Continent."
The number one poison-making master, I wonder if Pluto can detoxify?"
Facing the Empress Dowager's hopeful eyes, Leng Wuming was leisurely playing with the ring in his hand, smiling but not answering.
Emperor Ling Xiao's eyes lit up when he saw that appearance: "Pluto, do you have a real poison-eating beast?"
"Hahaha... Your Majesty is indeed wise!"
"Then please invite His Highness Pluto..."
"emperor!"
Leng Wuming raised his hand and interrupted Emperor Ling Xiao's words with a faint smile. His sapphire blue eyes were as deep as the vast sea with no end in sight.