"My daughter, of course I understand. I know she is not you, but she uses your body. How can I be willing to do anything to your body."

The real Prime Minister's father opened his lips: "I also know that she is not my daughter, but what can I do? There is no other way, although I hope she returns to her own body."

Suddenly.

Shen Tang's brain was clear and he woke up from his dream.

The light of day passes through the window paper, reflecting Shen Tang's beautiful face.

Shen Tang raised his hand and rubbed his slightly sore forehead.

I can't remember yesterday's drunken memories.

Half a moment.

Enjoy the meal in the morning.

The imperial master's dark peach blossom eyes looked at the girl who lowered her eyes and bit her food.

"Do you still remember what happened yesterday when you were drunk?"

Shen Tang turned his head, his eyes blank.

"I heard that Master brought me back when I was drunk yesterday. I can't remember what happened when I was drunk. Master brought me back. Doesn't Master know what happened when I was drunk?"

Hear the words.

The Imperial Master's heart suddenly burned.

He had been thinking about her and molesting her last night, even thinking about it in his dreams, but the young apprentice didn't remember it at all.

No, if she remembers how to get along with her in the future, it would be best not to remember.

Think about these.

The Imperial Master felt depressed and angry.

Shen Tang noticed that the Imperial Master's eyes were complicated.

Frowning.

"Could it be that I beat Master drunk yesterday and Master remembered it and wanted to come back for revenge?"

Shen Tang spoke in a questioning tone.

The Imperial Master turned his head sideways in anger, avoiding his disciple's clear eyes.

"No, you just pounce on me like a hungry wolf. You insist on treating me as food. You treat me like sweet and sour pork ribs."

Shen Tang's expression froze.

The bottle of wine I drank had a strange medicinal effect. I treated the master like sweet and sour pork ribs. No wonder the master was a little angry.

[Tangtang’s host, the Imperial Master did not lie]

Shen Tang lowered his head slightly [I know, you don’t need to say more, he doesn’t need to lie]

Who can say that he didn't lie? Even if he couldn't see the scene at that time, he knew that the imperial master must have lied.

The national master was obviously almost bullied, but he was treated like sweet and sour pork ribs.

Think about.

The correction system listens to the voice of the original heroine Shen Tang.

[However, since I hurt him, I should give him some gifts, not to mention he is still my master]

The Imperial Master raised his thick long eyelashes, and with his long black eyes saw the young apprentice's face with a lazy smile.

The little apprentice held the milk tea that she had sent someone to make according to the method in her bare hands, and took a slight sip of the milk tea that was flavored with small fruits.

The Imperial Master didn't understand why his young apprentice liked the strange combination of goat's milk, tea and fruit.

The young apprentice slightly raised his bright red lips and focused his gaze straight on Shang Li's delicate features.

"Master, what kind of gift do you like? Since it was me who hurt Master, I naturally want to give you an apology gift."

The Imperial Master's beautiful peach blossom eyes were dark and shimmering, and he was startled.

moment.

The Imperial Master lowered his dark eyes.

The lips, delicate and bright red like petals, moved slightly.

"As long as the apprentice gives me something that the master wants and the apprentice likes the most, I will feel that the apprentice is really apologizing."

The little apprentice's eyes were stunned for a moment.

He looked hesitant and his eyelashes trembled.

A clear sound rang out.

"Master, are you sure?"

The Imperial Master's eyes were lazy and his lips were curled up.

Pick up brand new chopsticks.

"Sure."

The young apprentice took off the carmine red hairband tied with jet black silk and walked closer to the Imperial Master.

The ancient-style hairband was stuffed into the hands of the Imperial Master who put down his chopsticks.

The Imperial Master's eyes were slightly confused as he looked at the figure of the apprentice girl who was bending over, with her long and thick hair loose.

The long black eyelashes trembled, and the beautiful and warm eyes were focused on Shang Li.

With delicate and white hands, he poked the face of Imperial Master Shang Li.

The lips are red and slightly upturned.

"Master, what I like most at this moment is a commonly used hair tie. If Master will not have unnecessary thoughts, I will give this hair tie to Master."

Speaking of which.

The young apprentice looked at Shang Li, whose expression was frozen, with a narrow smile.

Shang Li's red lips pursed tightly.

The long and slender hand held a bouquet of carmine red embroidered headband.

The earlobes quietly turned crimson.

The lingering image of being molested by his young apprentice reappeared in Shang Li's mind.

The Adam's apple moved slightly and the lips pursed again.

A moment.

Shang Li whispered.

"When a woman gives a man a hair tie, she wants to give it to the person she likes."

Pause slightly.

The Imperial Master tightened his hairband, raised his head, and looked into the girl's careless eyes with deep eyes.

"What you like most now is this headband, but you can't give it to me. The meaning is very important. Even if I accept the headband, I won't think much about it. I know you don't like me."

Speaking of which.

The Imperial Master's earlobes gradually turned red, and his long eyes drooped.

Shen Tang grabbed the hair tie in the Imperial Master's hand.

The dark eyes are smiling.

"Since Master doesn't want it, then I'll take the hairband away."

The next moment.

Shen Tang twitched her hair tie.

The Imperial Master held on to the hair tie and did not let go of the rouge red hair tie with one hand.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with a gloomy look.

Hairbands are so important. They are given when given and taken away when asked. Why doesn't she pay attention to something personal to her?

If the third prince got her hairband, secretly asked for marriage, and seemed to be truly in love with his young apprentice, and got the hairband given by his young apprentice, wouldn't the young apprentice have to become Yan Chaoji's wife for the rest of his life?

Yan Chaoji was deep in thought.

Think about these.

The Imperial Master tightened his hairband again.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the disciple who was leaning over.

Sitting on the stool, the Imperial Master raised his lips.

"Xiao Shen Tang, the hairband must be kept well. You cannot give the hairband with your name embroidered on it to anyone. The hairband must also be made with special details and no one can forge your hairband.
Chapter completed!