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"Your Majesty, I am sending you some pastries on the order of the Imperial Master." The pretty palace maid held the food box gingerly and knelt on the ground in a dignified manner.

Yan Qingning sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the memorial. His feet wearing only white socks were dangling from time to time. He pointed at the table beside the bed and said, "Put it there."

"But..." The palace maid put the food box on the table, knelt on the ground and reminded Yan Qingning in a low voice: "But this pastry was made by the Imperial Master himself, and the Imperial Master's hands were injured. .”

Yan Qingning's hand holding the memorial suddenly stopped, and he looked sideways at the palace maid: "You said this was made by the Imperial Master himself?"

"...Yes." The palace maid hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.

He threw the memorial on the table casually, and Yan Qingning went over to eat a piece of pastry without even wearing shoes.

The palace maid was slightly relieved when she saw that he had eaten, but she never thought that the next moment, Yan Qingning took out a piece of cake from the food box and handed it to her.

"The Imperial Master has sent you too many pastries. I can't finish them. Please eat some."

"This can't be done." The palace maid had a look of fear on her face, "My slave has a low status, so how can I eat cakes made by the Master's own hands? Your Majesty, please don't break this slave."

Yan Qingning twirled the pastry in his hand, which was of average workmanship. The oily crumbs stuck to his fingertips, looking out of place.

When the palace maid saw that he had not withdrawn her hand, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body was shaking like chaff.

Seeing that she was so unwilling, Yan Qingning did not continue to embarrass her. She slowly bit into the pastry and said, "If you don't want to eat it, forget it. I don't mean to embarrass you. I don't have to kneel down casually in the future."

There were crumbs of pastry on his lips, and there was no arrogance or arrogance in his shallow eyes as rumored. Instead, they were as gentle as a piece of jade. Just looking at them made people feel happy.

The palace maid was stunned for a moment, holding her skirt tightly with her hand on her side, lowering her head and not daring to look at Yan Qingning.

Yan Qingning didn't seem to notice his discomfort, and twisted a few more pastries and ate them: "Please give me a message to the Imperial Master. I like his pastries very much."

The palace maid responded and stood up slowly. She struggled for a long time, but she couldn't bear to remind Yan Qingning before leaving.

"Your Majesty, although the pastries brought by the slaves sent by the Imperial Master are delicious, it is not advisable to be greedy."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had gone too far. She paused for a moment, not daring to look back at Yan Qingning.

Yan Qingning seemed to be stunned for a moment, then tilted his head slightly and said with a smile: "I know."

The palace maid did not dare to stay any longer, and ran outside in a panic while holding up her skirt.

Yan Qingning threw the pastries in his hand into the food box, walked over and closed the door wearing only white socks.

Xiaobai: [Host, the pastries in the food box are poisonous! 】

【I know. 】 Yan Qingning responded casually, twisted another piece and tasted it.

Seeing his nonchalant look, Xiaobai scratched his paws angrily: "Then why does the host still want to eat?"If you eat too much, you will die! 】

[But this pastry was sent by God. 】Perhaps the poison in the cake had a hypnotic effect. Yan Qingning yawned lazily, and there was a sense of fatigue in his light eyes.

He sat by the bed with a bleak look on his face: [As long as it is given by the gods, no matter what it is, it is a gift from the gods. 】

[But this pastry was not made by the mission target at all. He just asked others to buy a cheap pastry and then sent someone to drug you. 】 Xiao Bai was a little anxious, and kept talking about Shen Zhuo'an's bad situation: "Host, he really has nothing good except that face. Don't get ahead of me!" 】

【I know. ] Yan Qingning didn't care about this: [As long as he has the face of a god, I can lower my bottom line again and again, even if he wants to kill me all the time. 】

Xiaobai: Are you really not obsessed with Lu Zhuoan's love affair? !

Yan Qingning wasn't quite sure of Xiao Bai's thoughts. He supported his chin with one hand and gradually let his mind wander under the influence of the medicine in the cake. His light-colored eyes also lost focus at this time.

He was biting the inferior pastry in his hand almost unconsciously, with tears in his eyes, and he murmured softly: "Why is it... not sweet this time?"

"Why isn't the candy given by the little frog sweet?"

noob:【? ? ? ! ! ! 】

Xiaobai was so frightened that he quickly jumped to the corner of the system space and carefully checked the sealed memories in the third small world. After confirming that they were correct, he was about to ask Yan Qingning, but found that Yan Qingning had fallen asleep on the table. .

The socks on his feet fell off due to repeated movements, revealing half of his white ankles, and the laces of the bright yellow clothes on his body were also loose and loose.

The window in the bedroom was not closed tightly, and wisps of wind blew his hair into a mess.

Some hair strands stuck to his lips, and the greasy pastry crumbs stuck to the hair strands, making him look a little too fragile.

After Xiaobai fell asleep, he began to carefully examine the memories and emotions in the previous four small worlds, and did not notice the movement near the window for a while.

Shen Zhuoan pried open the unclosed window, slowly climbed in from the window, and closed the window tightly.

Most of the palace attendants around the palace were transferred to other places by him to do their work. For a while, there were no unsightly people who came to disturb him and broke into the emperor's palace.

Shen Zhuo'an walked softly to Yan Qingning, feeling a little disgusted with the inferior pastry in his hand. He took the brocade handkerchief to remove the pastry in his hand, and wiped the corners of his lips stained with crumbs.

He looked obviously impatient when doing this, but the movements of his hands were very gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yan Qingning.

"You're such a loser, why don't you doubt whoever brings you food?" Shen Zhuo'an twirled the debris from his hair through the brocade handkerchief, his expression full of impatience.

Yan Qingning's lips were pale, and her face had the faint grayish look of a dying person, making her look a little pitiful.

Shen Zhuo'an carried him to the bed, casually lifted a thin quilt to cover him, and poked Yan Qingning's delicate little face without any respect: "Why can a waste like you sit at the pinnacle of power? "

His fingertips were cold, and they touched Yan Qingning's face with a chill, causing him to frown subconsciously and shrink back even in his sleep.

Shen Zhuo'an ignored his subconscious retreat, squatted beside his bed, held his face in his hands, and placed his lips on Yan Qingning's still oily lips.

Xiaobai, who had just consolidated and sealed off the memories and emotions of the first four small worlds, just came back to his senses and wanted to see how Yan Qingning was doing now, when he saw the mission target with a love value of [-] kissing him affectionately. The host is big.

Xiaobai stretched out his little paw and rubbed his eyes, then patted the love value display beside him. When he saw that the "-100" value was still shining brightly on it, he suddenly felt angry.

The goal of this mission is really bad!

How dare you treat your host so frivolously! ! !