My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4321-Pyramid

Luan Yue walked a little, and glanced at the expression standing beside her, "Who said that I missed her?"

Rong Shizi lifted his eyes and let go of his Majesty, and said sincerely, "Your Majesty said."

"Hu Yan, why don't you remember, I've said something like thinking about her."

Rong Shizi groaned for half a second, and still spoke very honestly, "Although you didn't say anything on your mouth, but with a look of consciousness and even a breath, you were telling Weichen that you want to forget Sichuan ..."

You'd love to meet the little girl.

Luan Yue staggered from his side and silently pulled away.

This kind of person who will open his mouth to return to his own king is really unwilling to talk to him and is annoying.

Rong Qing followed without expression, "When Wangchuan sent someone to talk, you were willing to send troops to form a team and provided so many resources voluntarily. Wasn't that the idea at the time?"

He is going to forget Sichuan, he is going to forget Sichuan, he wants to see Qiao Qiao ...

Want it so so much……

...

Arbor crawled up from the floor and touched the soft hay under her body. Then she remembered that after drinking porridge last night, she went into the cargo hold to rest.

Originally, I wanted to sleep in Taoyuan Xing. Unexpectedly, my consciousness was restored, and the connection with the star domain seemed to be intermittent.

She had to make a ground floor, and she took a rest.

I did not expect to sleep three times a day.

Pushing the hatch open, the sun was shining outside, it was noon.

The cargo hold slumbered, there were no windows on either side, the air flow was blocked, and the smell was touching in the evening.

In addition, the cabin beds were not as soft and comfortable as the previous few days. After waking up, Arbor felt only a few backaches.

A small fist was stretched out to pinch his lower back, and when Qiaomu looked up, he saw Long Xiangyun, who was cold with Zhang Xiaolian, drew from her side.

"Why." Facet paralyzed and yelled at her angrily.

Long Xiangyun glanced back at her, "What are you roaring, wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Somehow, everyone on the ship, which is not a spiritual practice, is probably the only one who sneaks into the boat, the repair is slightly lower, but at least it broke through the spiritual realm.

Nowadays, all of them are like mortals, like being poisoned by small facial paralysis. They have to follow her for three meals ...

"Dine, eat, eat." Taohua Xianzun held a plate of stir-fried pork with green peppers and drifted past her with a smile.

Qiaomu looked up and saw that they did not know where to move a dozen tables, and the two of them joined together to make a long table.

There are plenty of food and fruit and vegetable pastries on it.

Small facial paralysis eyes brightened, ran to the bucket to wash his hands, ran swiftly to Mo Lian, and glanced at his smiling husband.

After taking the bowl and chopsticks he handed, Qiaomu pointed to the table curiously, "Where did I get so many tables?"

And these complete pots and pans are not always pulled out from the inside by everyone, right?

Everyone thinks that, like Qiao Qiao, you have to bring some pots, pans, tables, chairs, benches and the like when you go out in case you need them.

Qiao Qiao bring everything, can bring or not, bring out.

"You ask Miyan." Taohuaxian laughed in a sullen voice, pointing to the tables and chairs, the pots and dishes, "These, as well as those, are provided by the Lord."

"Why?" Master Jojo stuffed a piece of meat in his mouth and asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)