Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a paranoid boss

Chapter 995 The ugly imperial husband who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger 17
There was no movement from Xiao Jun's side, and Qiao Luoluo almost forgot about this person, until this person walked up to him in the middle of the night, wearing a veil that couldn't cover anything, holding a bowl of lotus seed soup in his hand When she arrived, she remembered that the man in front of her was the male protagonist in the plot.

Let the male protagonist wash his hands and make soup for her, and bring it to her, how can she, a cannon fodder empress, be able to do it.

"It won't be poisoned." Qiao Luoluo stared at the steaming lotus seed soup, and hesitated to take a sip.

[Don't worry, host. I've checked it. It's not poisonous. At most, there's too much sugar in it. ] Road No. 02.

"I think he is plotting against me, trying to make me eat too much sugar and get diabetes." Qiao Luoluo took a spoon and fed herself a mouthful. After eating, she licked her mouth. It tasted good.

"Your Majesty likes to eat, so eat more. The servant has cooked a lot." The delicate voice came out of Xiao Jun's lips. Not only is it not offensive, but it also makes people feel that the voice matches the person's appearance strangely. .

Ever since she became the empress, all Qiao Luoluo saw were men who were dressed extremely feminine and shorter than him.

Shang Rongmu is much taller than her, while Xiao Jun is on the same level as her, he can be regarded as the tallest among men.

Xiao Jun is also feminine, but he seems to be more feminine and prettier than others, it's just Qiao Luoluo's conclusion after meeting him a few times.

"One bowl is enough for me." Qiao Luoluo put down the bowl and spoon, and continued to paint and draw on the rice paper.

No. 02 looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was, so he asked Qiao Luoluo.

[Is the host painting a horse? ]
"No, this is my beloved Mrs. Mu Huang." Qiao Luoluo admired it intoxicated, and felt that this was the best time for her to display her skills.

No. 02 felt that if the host really gave this painting to Shang Rongmu, Shang Rongmu might not want to talk to her for a month.

"Your Majesty painted this... a tiger?" Xiao Jun also had his own opinion.

He saw that the painting was very scribbled, but it was so majestic. It must be a big bug in the mountains and forests, also known as a tiger.

"No, this is Mrs. Xiao Huang." Qiao Luoluo pointed to the two black dots in the painting: "Look, these are the eyes."

Pointing to that smear of red again: "This is your mouth."

Then he pointed at a few lines that looked like graffiti: "This is the arm, this is the thigh, this is the waist..."

The blue veins on Xiao Jun's forehead popped out, and he forced a smile: "Your Majesty's painting skills have improved again, and my husband likes it very much. Why don't you give me this painting, so that I can frame it when I go back. Put it in the most conspicuous place in the palace to meet His Majesty Wusi."

"This is really nice to say. Write it down on the 02nd. The next time I see Shang Rongmu, I will tell him like this."

No. 02 was written down, and the small book was written quickly.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Anyone can break into my bedroom at will?" Qiao Luoluo remembered the business, she looked at Xiao Jun seriously, as if she was interrogating a prisoner.

"Your Majesty forgot, your third uncle's birthday is coming soon, and he is the only one still alive." Xiao Jun reminded, but looking at Qiao Luoluo's eyes, it seemed that he was looking at some unfilial son. like.

The late Empress had five sons, two died in battle, one died congenitally, and the other went to the monastery to prevent robbers from looting the temple in one night, and wiped his neck with a knife, so he was gone.

The remaining only Miao Miao and the third emperor uncle were placed at the foot of the palace, and they were placed by their side to take care of them.

(End of this chapter)