Xiliang Xian puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction, and answered a word in a depressed manner: "...Oh."

But I was so happy.

yeah!

I can stay in the cold palace for a while!

Di Jinglan glanced at the woman who lowered her head and said, "The Imperial Concubine is so unconfident? Or is it just saying what she said just now just lie to me?"

"Of course not!" Xiliangxian immediately raised his head and retorted.

She said with confidence, "I am confident! Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will use my actions to prove my sincerity to you! Through my own efforts, I will fight for the cold palace and turn into a mansion!"

She was saying strange things again.

but……

Di Jinglan felt that Xiliang Immortal was still such a vivid and lively, well, it was quite pleasing to the eye.

*

Emperor Jinglan brought Xiliang Immortal back to the Yangxin Palace.

You have to do a full set of acting.

Empress Dowager Xiaoduan was watching.

The profession of Emperor is quite busy. There are stacks of memorials piled up on the desk, which I need to review and reply to personally.

It's just like the modern president signing documents and replying to emails.

Thinking of this metaphor, the Xiliang fairy music smiled.

Di Jinglan didn't know why she was laughing at me alone. She seemed to be easily distracted.

The emperor glanced at her in a cold way.

Xiliangxian put away his snickering and turned into a look like she was a famous lady who smiled without showing her teeth. She rolled up her sleeves and volunteered to the scene, "Your Majesty, I will grind the ink for you!"

"No need." Di Jinglan refused.

Holding grass, ruthless.

Xiliang Xian held his heart and said sadly: "Your Majesty, I am so sad!"

She said this, but her beautiful eyes were moving in a lively and cunning manner. How could she feel sad?

"Isn't this what the emperor said?" Xiliang Xian imitated Di Jinglan's voice and tone. "The imperial concubine has been well-educated, and I feel very comfortable using it."

"But, the emperor doesn't want me to grind ink now, which makes me very disappointed and has no sense of existence!"

She blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at Di Jinglan with accusation, and asked:

"To be honest, Master, do you have other dogs outside?"

Di Jinglan: "..."

The imperial concubine was saying strange things again.

"If you want to grind the ink, just grind it and play on your own."

After throwing this sentence, Di Jinglan lowered his head, reviewed the memorials, and ignored her.

Xiliang Xian picked up the ink block with satisfaction.

She tinkered for a while and felt bored. Her eyes turned and her eyes lit up.

He gently poked the emperor's arm, "Master, can I eat a little bit of this snack?"

There is a dish of pastries on the upper right side of the desk table.

It looks very delicious.

Di Jinglan didn't raise his head: "Eat."

Xiliangxian is welcome.

She moved a small chair, sat next to the table, and started gnawing on pastries.

Soon, a small plate of osmanthus cake was eaten by Xiliangxian until only the last piece was left.

She was about to feed herself.

Looking at the empty plate, I felt guilty inexplicably.

Well.

It seems she has eaten too much.

Not a little bit anymore.

Xiliangxian turned her wrist and the osmanthus cake was turned in a direction by her and sent it to the lips of a certain emperor who was reviewing the memorial.

She said lightly:

"Your Majesty, open your mouth!"

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